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New Dawn

Summary:
Kimi White is a Native American healer of the Haisla Tribe who just might be enough to erase his pain and open his eyes. But what will happen after Bella hears about this? How's Edward going to react? Most of all, how would Jacob feel about this? Is his life going to revolve around Bella, even when, BETTER opportunities arise? Read and find out =] btw, this is our first story so... dont be too harsh.


Notes:
We're tired of the Jacob, Bella, and Edward pair. We're deciding to keep his same personality but give him a whole new story (WITHOUT BREAKING THE RULES) check it out if you want to read something different. By WE, as in there are two authors of this story.. so DUH we share an account =]


1. Escape

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JACOB BLACK:

Sigh. For weeks I’ve running aimlessly to get away from the pain and misery of being Jacob Black. I never asked for any of this, to be a werewolf, to fall in love and have my best friend turn into my worst enemy. When thoughts of Bella crossed my mind, I felt an immediate stab of pain through my heart. How would it feel to see her after her change? Would I want to rip out her throat? Or, would she be the same old Bella? No… no chance of that. She would be an empty shell, a reminder of what used to be, and can never be.

I was tired of having my “brothers” know all the thoughts and pain I was going through, one of the worse burdens of being a werewolf. I was tired of their constant worry as if I couldn’t handle it myself. Becoming a wolf would distract me from the full force of the pain that I know I cannot handle.

So that leaves me here, running away from who I was… Now to start over, a new life, with no pain, never being able to forget the past but in the hopes of being able to move on.

KIMI WHITE:

“Kimi?”

“I’m coming grandmother.”

As long as I can remember, I knew what I was meant to be. A healer. It ran in my blood from generations past and I know that it is my purpose. My grandmother has been teaching me since the death of my mother.

My father is the respected leader of our Haisla Tribe, a revered man. Because of his status, my relationship with him isn’t like most other daughters in the tribe. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, in fact, he would try to meet me as much as he could but the tribe and their well being were his first priority. When I was younger, I used to resent this, trying to find every possible way to meet him. But now, I’ve grown comfortable, if not, content. Over the years, my grandparents were my source of affection.

Learning to become a healer was extensive work, but it was my duty and passion to learn. After all, my grandmother was the tribe healer, and then it was my mother. Because she is not here, I took her place.

“We have to visit Aiyana and her family. Their two sons Yuma and Jacy are suffering from a sickness. She says she’s never seen anything like it so she called us to help.”

“Okay Shimasani,” I replied, addressing my grandmother.

We walked through our small reservation in Surrey to Aiyana’s home.

“Here we are Kimi,” my grandmother said.

She opened the door and the strong incense of herbal flowers wafted through the air.

“This way to Yuma and Jacy,” Aiyana led, her face full of worry.

We followed her to the two young boys in their rooms and were shocked to see the deterioration of their health. Aiyana informed us of their symptoms yesterday night and we did not expect for it to worsen this quickly.

“Their stomachs are hurting, their skin is swelling, and they have high fevers and rashes all over their backs and faces. They also have trouble breathing,” Aiyana told us.

I took a look at the boys and sympathy surged through me. These boys were so sweet, so innocent, barely into their teens and such difficulty has struck them. My mind was filled with the determination to save them.

After further examination, we left the house.

“I’ve never seen anything like this Kimi, the symptoms are familiar but never at this alarming rate has anything spread. I’m going to look through some of our scripts to see if there is anything I can make for them in the meantime to help their pain,” she said.

That night, I went to bed worrying for the boys and praying that they shall soon recover.

Waking up the next morning, I heard lots of people talking. I discovered that the situation has worsened. Even the Okany’s and Kapoor’s had come down with this sickness.

two weeks later…

The disease has spread to about half of the tribe. The good news is that Shimasani and I have found a plant in one of the scripts that we think would help cure this disease. The problem is that it is located deep within the forest. Gran and I were desperate to find this plant that we didn’t have time to inform any of the others of our decision.

Shimasani and I trekked into the forest keeping our eyes open for the mysterious plant.

“Now, dear, remember what to look for, dark leafed, deep roots, orange flowers.”

“Right Shimasani.”

As we continued on, the ground became very rough and hard to walk on. Shimasani couldn’t continue much further and I told her to wait there for me while I continued in search of the plant and if I didn’t return in thirty minutes, she should go back to the village.