And I wished for guidance, and I wished for peace,

I could see the lightening somewhere in the east.

And I wished for affection, and I wished for calm,

As I lay there, nervous in the light of dawn.

According to Alice, the sun would be shining for a few hours that morning. Not that Renesmee minded the rain, actually she was one of the few in her family that enjoyed it from time to time, but she’d come to discover that to fully relish in the atmosphere of that particular piece of meadow the sunshine brought out the best of its beauty. It had been awhile back whence she’d discovered the meadow. And it sure was a comfort, for not only was it dazzling but it was a great change from the forest around her house. By now Renesmee knew every tree by heart around the Sol Duc river. Poised on top of her chest was the mp3 player that had been a gift from her father when she was just a toddler. Heaped beside her were three different paperbacks; Jane Eyre, Anne of Green Gables and a collection of Tennyson’s poems, which was her all time favorite comfort read.

“Are you expecting someone?”

Renesmee started at the sudden exclamation. Though the earphones were in her ear, she heard it perfectly.

From one of the spruce branches leapt a form that was dark against the bright landscape. But it was not the familiar ‘dark’ that Renesmee was familiar with. Not the russet toned friend of her childhood nor the black wolf that was the leader of the Quileute pack. This type of dark landed at Renesmee’s feet in the form of a rich brown-skinned young man whose eyes shined excitedly at her through teak irises. Renesmee blinked but it was the long braid dangling from the back of the young man’s head that brought the memory back of who he was.

“Nahuel?”

“I didn’t frighten you, did I?” Despite descending from the Amazons, Nahuel’s accent was almost undecipherable. He offered Renesmee his chocolate brown hand.

“Only slightly,” Renesmee accepted his hand as he pulled her to her feet. “Does Carlisle know you’re here?” She inquired curiously, stuffing the mp3 player in the pocket of her jeans.