Evening – The Edge of La Push Territory
A soft wind rolled in from the ocean, laced with salt and secrets.
Desmond stood on a cliffside overlooking the sea, the crashing waves below echoing the chaos inside his mind. The fight earlier still pulsed in his bones—not from fear, but from realization. Every skirmish was unraveling a truth he hadn't fully grasped.
He wasn't just awakening his powers…
The world was awakening because of him.
Elias walked up behind him, his steps deliberately slow.
"You're not ready for what's coming," Elias said, voice rough like gravel. "But that doesn't matter anymore. It's coming anyway."
Desmond didn't turn to him. "I know."
Flashback – Years Ago (Desmond's Early Childhood)
In Arizona, Desmond—still just a boy—sat cross-legged with a notepad, scribbling frantically. He couldn't explain the dreams, the visions, the fragments of a world that didn't belong in his own.
Vampires, werewolves… sparkling skin, golden eyes. The Cullens. The Volturi.
It sounded like madness, but it was real.
And he wrote every single detail he could remember. Even the emotions. Even the end.
Now, years later, that scribbled notebook had become his hidden weapon.
Back in the Present – Forks
Night fell.
In the Cullen household, Edward's brows furrowed as he read the ripples in Alice's visions—distorted, cracked. She couldn't see Desmond. Not clearly. And lately… she couldn't see much of anything at all.
Carlisle looked grave. "If the anomaly continues to grow unchecked, it may fracture more than just the future. It may unravel the balance itself."
Meanwhile – La Push Forest
Desmond and Elias met with Leona under cover of night.
She wasn't alone. Behind her stood two figures—Quileute protectors. Wolves.
"I told them about you," Leona said, arms crossed. "They don't trust you yet, but they know you're not the enemy."
One of them stepped forward. His eyes glinted with suspicion. "Then what are you?"
Desmond didn't answer immediately. He simply pulled the vial from his pocket—the one that had reacted to corrupted magic.
He smashed it to the ground.
The mist that erupted didn't dissipate—it formed symbols in the air. Old ones. Hybrid ones. Half vampire… half wolf… and something unknown.
"I'm not part of your prophecy," Desmond said quietly. "I'm the flaw in it."
Elsewhere – A Hidden Coven of Witches
A cloaked woman stirred her cauldron, the flame below it black instead of orange.
"It has begun," she whispered to the others.
"The Anomaly walks. The balance shifts."
They all turned to an old book, one filled with pages long thought sealed.
And on one page, Desmond's face began to form… drawn in ink that bled from the shadows.