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It has been sixteen years since Meg Cullen was kidnapped by the Volturi. Sixteen years of Edward and Bella mourning their dead daughter...supposedly killed by the Pack. Then, Meg returns to Forks. Only then does the race for answers (and survival) begin... ~SEQUEL TO MY STORY "CHOICE"~EPILOGUE: BRILLIANCE IS UP!"BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMBS, SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES." ~MACBETH

Here it is! The sequel to Choice! Hope you enjoy it! Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to the lovely Stephenie Meyer. Except the characters of Meg and Ambrosi, though. As well as the lovable (but annoying) Dean Newton. They come from my own imagination. © Edward's Rose 2008

17. Epilogue-Brilliance

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Epilogue: Brilliance

A cold wind began to blow as I stood on the cliffs. The only sound was the beating of the waves against the rocks below. A small flower hung loosely in my grasp, and with a sigh, I threw it to the wind’s course. I watched it flutter helplessly for a moment, then gain strength as it vaulted high into the air.

“For you,” I whispered.

Emptiness coursed through me swiftly, hitting me in the chest like a brick wall. With a painful gasp, I wrapped an arm around my stomach…willing for the hole to close. Tentatively, I took a step towards the cliff edge, my toes skirting the edge. Tendrils of hair blew wildly around my face, sticking miserably to my wet eyelashes. I could end my life now…go to him. Put myself out of this misery…

Suddenly, as if commanded, I turned sharply. I saw Bella standing stiffly about twelve feet away from an unmistakable figure…Jacob. His stance was wary, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he regarded my mother. The fine-silk of his hair blew softly, and I could see Bella’s nails digging into her palm.

Then, with an anguished cry, she threw herself forward. Her arms locked around his neck, and he went rigid for a moment. He shut his eyes and folded Bella in his grasp, pulling her closer to his chest.

“I’m so sorry…” she blubbered.

He smoothed the hair away from her face, as if to make sure that she was really there. The sight was like a splinter to my heart. He looked at Bella with pain and adoration…close to a look someone used to give me. My eyes flickered to Edward who was standing under a tree with Alice. His expression was veiled, but I knew he didn’t have to worry.

There was no competition anymore.

Jacob and Bella remained in that position for a while. There were no words exchanged between them…nothing could erase the past, they both knew it.

Finally, Bella drew away with a wane smile. “I bet I could punch you without breaking a knuckle.”

Jake snorted. “Sure.”

Annoyance flashed in Bella’s eyes. “You know I could, Jacob Black.”

“But you know you wouldn’t.”

Bella’s expression became serious again. “Jake, I want to thank you. For taking care of Meg.”

“That comes from the both of us,” said Edward, going to stand behind her.

Bella stood on tip-toe, her lips brushing against Jacob’s cheek. “Let go of me, Jake. Be happy…that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

Agony shot through his features, and his hand moved towards Bella’s face…then he let it drop. He gave a small nod, and Bella took a step back into Edward’s waiting arms. Silence enveloped the little clearing, as if it was weaving a strong pact between all its inhabitants. Then, three pairs of eyes swerved towards me, and I faced the cliffs. I could feel their intense stares bearing into my back, and faint traces of their conversation carried on the wind:

“Will she be alright?” Jacob asked.

“She loved him,” Bella said softly.

“I personally don’t have that much sympathy for him…after he killed that…”

“Jake!” Bella hissed. “He sacrificed himself!”

“He asked to join our coven, before the battle,” Edward said, his voice tinged with regret.

A fresh wave of pain coursed through me as I heard Edward’s words. What would my life have been like if he’d survived…?

“Time passes, no matter how slowly. It also heals…somewhat. I know that all too well,” Bella said simply, and I could sense the anguish in her tone.

I could almost feel Edward grimace at her words. “She’ll have us, though.”

“And me!” Jacob snapped. The animosity between Edward and Jacob had not faded completely.

I bit the inside of my lip, to keep myself from screaming, until I tasted blood.

“Meg!” a high-pitched voice called.

I didn’t turn as Alice appeared at my side, something clutched in her hand.

“What is it, Alice?” I asked, my voice cracking.


Numbly, I felt a small weight drop into my palm. My fingers traced the stitches of a small bag, and I gently undid the clasp. Peering inside, I felt a dizzying nausea take over me.


My fingers began to shake, and I could almost taste the Italian sunlight… My eyes pooled with tears, and I hastily blinked them back. A cold touch registered against my neck as Edward came to stand behind me.

“I’m so sorry, Meg,” he whispered.

I needed Ambrosi back. How could I keep on living like this…? A broken soul contained in a broken body. As I stared intently at the small package, a dangerous idea began to form in my mind. My fingers closed and, jerking away from Edward, I stalked away towards the cliff’s edge.

I could have him again…bring him back from the abyss where he dwelled. I resisted the urge to smile as I glanced at the ashes. Slowly, I sifted them between my fingers, closing my eyes in deep concentration. A steady humming filled my ears, mixing with the rich sound of his laughter. Light took over, and a sweet power began to course through me…


My concentration frayed like a worn ribbon, and I clutched at the ashes which fluttered through my fingers. My head snapped around wildly, looking desperately for him.

“I can save you!” I exclaimed desperately, aware that to the others I looked like a mad-woman.

“No one has that power.”

Hastily, I reached into my pocket…searching for proof. My fingers connected with the flower I’d used in the meadow, holding it up to the morning’s first light. I expected to be greeted with the same vibrant shade of purple, but I was not. Instead, all I saw was worn and brittle edges…which crumpled to dust at my touch.

My limbs began to shake, and I slowly began to sink. The soft ground yielded under my touch, becoming brushed with the tears spilling from my eyes.

“It would only last for a time, Meg. The pain would be too much for us. You know that to be true.” His tone was soothing, tinged with regret…the same voice which had comforted me thousands of times as a child.

“Why did you do it?” I demanded, anger bubbling up through my words.

I could almost hear him sigh. “You are my life, Meg. You would’ve withered away if they had taken you back…I couldn’t bear to see you in that agony.”

“But I need you,” I whimpered, a hazy, white mist obscuring my vision.

“You’re my little warrior…I need you to be strong for the both of us.”

I shook my head vehemently. “I-I…can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Scatter my ashes to a strong wind…let me go.”

The thought repulsed me, and I clutched the small bag closer to my chest.


With a choking sob, I thought of his face. A light smile dancing on his perfect lips, dark curls blowing haphazardly across his face.

“You’re strong, Meg…you can do it.”

I was strong…all my life, that’s what had kept me alive. Gritting my teeth, I picked myself up…willing my legs to not give out underneath me. One step. Then another. I stood on the edge of the cliff, poised like a dancer. Slowly, I uncurled my fingers…staring meaningfully at the small collection of ashes in my hand. With a soft cry, I threw them to a gust of eastern wind…watching them float away from me.

“Live for me, Meg…I’ll never stop loving you.” His voice faded away, borne on the ever-changing tides of the sea.

“Be strong,” I whispered to myself, the tears rolling down my pallid cheeks.

I noticed Edward and Bella coming to stand on either side of me…their faces solemn as we watched the sun’s first rays break over the water.

I closed my eyes, reminded of another sunrise like this one…back in Italy. For sixteen years, I’d lived as a prisoner with the Volturi…oblivious of the events which had transpired before and after my birth. The sacrifices and choices my parents had made for me, for each other. I’d done anything I could to gain my freedom…fought for it, nearly died for it.

I had not come this far to remain a prisoner to my own heart…chained by the regret and hurt of my past. I was Megan Elizabeth Cullen, and I would live on. Even if only to meet the sunrise each morning…

I would go on.