Introduction: Kingdom Hearts: Isabella Lefever

Two six year old twins with big blue eyes and long, wavy blondish-brown hair sit up in their beds. One is a boy while the other is a girl. They slept in an average-sized room that they shared.


           Outside, the moon and the stars shined brightly down on the small world of Twilight Town. It was the twins’ bedtime but they were defiant. They would not go to bed until their mother told them a story. Their mother, a petite woman in her twenties that had the same blue eyes and long curly blondish-brown hair as her adorable children, sat in between their beds. She was wearing a turquoise nightgown that came down just below her knees. Her children stare at her with large pleading eyes and pouting lips.


     “Please, mom! Please tell us the story again!” the twins begged. Their mother chuckles at their childish behavior. She puts one finger up to her lips.


 “Sh. Alright, alright. Calm down. You don’t want to wake your father now,” she hushes them. The twins throw their hands up in the air in victory.


“Yay!” they exclaim. Their mother chuckles again. The twins settle back down into their beds as their mother clears her throat.


       “Alright. Now where do we start off at?” she ponders while lightly tapping the bottom of her chin with her pointer finger. She then puts her finger up in the air like she had an idea.


       “Ah! I remember now! A long, long time ago there was a gargantuan heart-shaped moon known as Kingdom Hearts. People had thought Kingdom Hearts was the heart of all worlds. Many people thought that it contained light. Others thought it contained darkness. These two sides quarreled over what was inside the all mighty Kingdom Hearts. The two sides found out about the X-blade (A/N: Pronounced  the“Key or Kyeblade.” It is easily confused with a regular Keyblade.) the key to unlocking the door to Kingdom Hearts, and how to forge it. The two sides created weapons called “Keyblades” which were mere shams of the real X-blade.


     “They gathered on a world where the ground was barren and cracked and dark clouds loomed over the world like a thick blanket. This was the world where Keyblade bearers would be tested to see who is worthy of being the chosen wielder of the X-blade. Today, this desolate world was given the title of the Keyblade Graveyard. It was called this because of the powerless, rusted keys that littered the place. If they could talk they’d probably be crying out to their fallen masters and mourning their deaths.

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Ira Deorum Est

It was mid-summer when it happened, when one man realized his actions had brought on the fate of man, the apocalypse. As he stood in his palace that he had gotten from the royal prince one thought flashed across his mind. “Why does this place mean so much to me?” he thought, “What has this place done to be such a monumental figurehead in my life?” He summoned one of his servants into the room to confide in him and seek his counsel. The servant came in hurriedly so as to not anger his master. The servant was as old as he was young. He was of the age 26 fair-haired and not unhandsome for one serving the royal family under force. Yet he was easily older than the man he stood before. He may have looked young but his eyes revealed much more wisdom than one would have expected. His eyes showed the knowledge and wisdom of an old man well past the centuries as well as the cunning of a jaguar. Even with this great cunning and knowledge he is still frightened by the man he serves due to the man’s past history. He was a great general, once, however he was cruel when his king did not share the same views as the general. The general had realized that king had become soft, forgiving, weak. He also trusted the general with his life, that being his biggest mistake as king.

It was raining when the dogs had finally stopped howling in their kennels. The night air mixed with the rain made the man’s skin tingle as a drop hit the top of his head and ran down the side of his ghostly pale face. His stern face was unrevealing when some guards were escorting a few of the king’s slaves down to their quarters. One of them was a man of at least 37 him being skinny enough that his ribs shown in the faint light of the moon as the clouds started moving again. Two others were women in their early 20’s and stark naked. He watched them as they passed. One of the girls blushed as she realized he was staring at her slightly developed breasts. The other stared at him longingly as they passed and reached out for his hand as if longing for his touch. He just gazed at her unblinking as if he were looking through her. The last was a child of 7 who just cried as he passed. The man didn’t even so much as look at him as he passed, but he heard him muttering something ever so softly. “War,Death,Pestilence,Famine,War,Death,Pestilence,Famine.” He muttered. Right as he passed the man he gripped his arm tight and started screaming, “The Horsemen ride towards our light! No one will be safe! They bring with them what was destined to happen to humanity, death! Three others ride as well though! One to save us and protect us leaving us in peace! One to destroy us and lead us down a dark winding path that will obliterate us! And one to make his own choice and to bestow upon mankind a gift of either doom or peace! This can be prevented! Don’t go into that palace to take the man’s life that he entrusted to you! If you do you will break 7 seals that have been held together for more than 10 millennia and you will set humanity onto a path of destruction and only he who has caused it will be able to prevent it!” The guards grabbed the boy and pulled him off while muttering curses. They mercilessly beat him until he bled and picked him up and started dragging him off with the rest. But not before the man heard him mutter, “War, Death, Pestilence,Famine.”

—Ethan Sterling

Watcher from the Past: chapter 2

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Our enhanced sense of sight and smell would surely spot someone following us, watching us. I gazed out in the green, mossy forest trying to detect any evidence of another being hidden amongst the tall trees and overgrown grass, but I could see nothing, just the dawn breaking through the peaks of the trees, casting an eerie glow of sparkles reflecting off of my skin. I looked back to Carlisle, his expression of absolute misperception made my nerves grow tenfold. The head of the Cullen Clan was always calm and collected, even during war and hardship.

“No, it’s impossible for someone to be watching us. We would’ve known, Carlisle. Alice could have seen him coming. Edward could read his thoughts. I don’t believe it.” I said stubbornly, not truly understanding what was happening. This is the most confusing, and admittedly horrifying, thing that has happened to my family. Our family’s abilities, combined, made up an almost impenetrable force, and knowing that someone could possibly be watching us made my ice cold skin tingle in fear. I once believed that the fairy tales were wrong, but ………My thoughts were broken when Edward’s voice sounded like an echo in my ears.

“Why would someone want to watch us Carlisle?” Edward asked skeptically; trying to make sense of this.

“I don’t know, it could be the Volturi, but we would have known, it could be…No, I haven’t seen him in centuries.” Carlisle’s brow furrowed.

“Who is Vincent?” Edward asked.

“He is an old acquaintance of mine during the time I spent in Volterra, about 250 years ago. Eleazar introduced us.”

“No offense Carlisle, but what does this man have anything to do with the books? All of these books came directly from my thoughts, and I thought no one could read my mind, unless I let my shield down.” I started, shooting an obvious look to Edward. He still couldn’t read my mind, my shield made sure of that.

“Well, Vincent is a special exception to our kind; he has very strong gifts that could probably bring forth the extinction of vampires.” Carlisle explained while I listened in awe.

“What’s his gift?” Jasper asked speculatively; plans and strategies probably already forming in his war strengthened mind.

“Gifts, Jasper,” He corrected. “He has the gifts of pain illusion, sense deprivation, telepathy, shield penetration, precognition, and retro cognitive projection. And those are just some of the gifts I am aware of. Eleazar warned me of Vincent although I knew him to be a kindred spirit, knowing the full extent of his power, but not revealing it all to me.” Carlisle clarified.

“That’s sick!” Emmett proved my theory of our coven being incredibly powerful wrong. And now, brings me to an even harsher reality; a single vampire stronger than an entire coven of vampires.

“Yes, Emmett, it is “sick”, but puts our family at a great disadvantage. We could be destroyed.” He said gravely.

“Wait, Carlisle, how come you never told us about him?” Alice asked.

“He has been making himself invisible for centuries due to a huge conflict with the Volturi during the Plague of the Immortal Children that sent him into hiding. So When he encounters humans or vampires, he shadows that memory so that Aro does not see him through their memories,” which is the reason why I did not tell you about him, but since the Volturi is not an issue right now, it is safe for me to tell you.

“What was the conflict?” I asked Carlisle.

“I am not sure. Every time I even attempted a conversation with him about his past in detail, he clamped up and got bothered by it.” he said.

Carlisle sighed deeply, showing us that we weren’t going to hear anything else on this mysterious vampire. And maybe it was a good thing, considering that everyone looked like a nervous wreck, even Rosalie.

I was met with silence as everyone had confused and worried expressions on their faces. I’m afraid that this man could hurt us, even after Carlisle had assured us of his ‘friendliness.’ A man with infinite power, immortality, and time sounded like a ticking time bomb to me. It was a matter of time before he would reveal himself to us; a matter of time before the destruction of the Cullen Coven would just be a whisper of history. History written in the pages of a book taken from the almost impassable depths of my mind: Bella Swan.