A/N: Thank you to my beta, Evenflo78.

Prologue:

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. As darkness lay over the earth; God separated light from the dark.

I cannot remember time before I existed, but once breath into life, I gazed for the first time upon my maker.

Love consumed me, as I was given the task to watch over a soul from existence to death, changing the course of their life if you will, guiding them on to the path to redemption. To whom I appear, I do not choose, though, I know of you before; I know of you after. In your world, you would call me a Angel; An Arch Angel. I know of your entire life before you have even taken your first breath.

You need not be concerned of my name, but many call to me as Uriel.

~o~

She cried her first cry. Baby Isabella Marie Swan. There before her loving parents, Queen Renee Swan and King Charlie Swan, begot a child. A beautiful baby girl blessed with the finest features one can only hope for.

I watched her grow, as her loving parents gave her nothing but their full attention, doting over her with the most exceptional of teachers, the most luxurious of fabrics, toys beyond ones imagination crafted by the finest artists in Europe. Her parents, never able to birth any other children, caressed Bella with all their heart, sparing no expenses to suit her whims.

Both the Queen and King were somewhat aged when Bella, as they have affectionately called her, was born. By all means, a miracle that Queen Renee bore such a child in her elder years, is nothing short of a mystery but in her eyes, a gift from heaven. A gift that I was instructed to vigil over, assist, and most importantly, redeem, for there would be two paths that will lay ahead of her.

At times, their age prevented them from keeping up with the child, and as Bella grew older, she used this to her advantage; exhausted, the Queen would relent and allow Bella to selfishly suit herself whatever it may be, and with little disregard to whom she may be hurting. As a child of ten and six years, she lashed out at her only kin, her two cousins Rosalie and Alice, spawning a frivolous fight over who the Prince of Spain deemed more beautiful, and in such jealously, she inflicted serious wounds upon Rosalie and Alice as she ordered them banished from her castle until they could see that every male figure regarded Bella as the most beautiful.

If I had a heart, it would have ached as I watched the two girls retreat to their own castle. As I can read souls, theirs had been broken, as they thought how frivolous the argument had been; to be ridiculed and disregarded for trifles so unimportant. The younger one, Alice, had been extremely hurt as Bella had tortuously reminded her of how unusual her behavior is and that she shall remain a spinster all of her days of existence. For Alice had been blessed with a gift; in her eyes a curse. She could foresee events before they occurred, but as she is young and does not understand her gift, she was deemed an idiot, a liar, a lunatic. The only one that is aware of Alice's visions is her older sister Rosalie, a kindred spirit. Alice in her despair of such cruelty, had attempted to take her life but had been unsuccessful as Rosalie had pulled Alice's limp body from the depths of the nearby pond and revived her, bringing her back from the brink of heaven, for it was not time for Alice to depart.

These are moments where I exist in utter confusion, if an Angel is allowed such. Why my maker cares to involve me in the relations of a creature that can at times be so vicious, so evil; humans will never understand that words are verbal flames of fire, scaring the soul for eternity.

As it is not my concern to mourn for Alice and Rosalie's soul, it is my job to mourn for Bella's.

Bella, in all her glorious wickedness, reached a ripe age of ten and eight years. It was time for my visit, as her impending doom leered near. A destiny that is written, long before her awakening. A judgement she shall bequeath. For in one year, Bella would befall her end. Her death, to be an accident, poisoned by an elixir meant to induce slumber but had been blindly mixed improperly, causing sudden demise. She will not be missed, nor will anyone mourn for her loss. Yet, her death will bring a sickness over the castle as her mother comes to grips with the true Bella that she had reared.

I can not stop time nor can I change her fate, but what I have been created to do, is attempt to rectify her mistakes. Free her from her binds of wretchedness. Show her how to love. As humans can be simple, you creatures can also be surprisingly complicated. Your mind and your heart are the very core of the gifts that your maker has given you. But it is your free will, alas, that is your very own. Your free will, that ultimately will choose your path.

~o~

Ahead of me, the woods; deep and treacherous. One would not dare to venture within them, yet a beauty seems to surround them, one that even I can appreciate. I await at the exact time the carriage is to arrive, and as the minutes bleed, she is upon me. The horses are startled, yet they ease as I come closer to them, causing neither dust nor dirt to stir as I walk. I appear as an elder woman, sickly with a bad back, and stand within the middle of the rugged road, causing the carriage to come to a complete stop. I beg for spare change, to which the driver shakes his head in disapproval.

As I predicted, Bella who is impatient, irritated at the sudden stop, opens her carriage door curiously asking me to come around. She is quite disgusted at my being, yet transfixed on my appearance and my suffering. Her intention is one to teach me a lesson. She means to instruct me to never beg, for she has already decided she will never give. Not even to those that are less fortunate. "What have you old woman? I have nothing to give you? For I do not give anything to anyone. I do not believe in such foolishness, yet if you have something to sell me, then I will gladly give you one shilling. You must earn it old woman, now what have you?" Bella says to me, in a demanding and repulsive tone.

As I had heard her words long before time, I pull an apple from my basket. "I have but one perfect fruit, for the most beautiful young lady that I have ever gazed my eyes upon. Will you do this old woman one favor, and accept this apple?"

I feel her inner turmoil, as she despises that I have pulled something edible from my belonging. She writhes in fear, yet she can not remove her eyes from this irresistible fruit. "It is quite scrumptious looking and so very red. I... Oh, give me the apple old woman, and begone." I hand her the apple and she quickly grabs for it, desperately trying to avoid touching me, as I had covered myself in warts and aged skin. She hands me one shilling, but not without a severe look of disgust.

"You are deplorable and should be ashamed to be in public. I am a Princess, you old hag. Now go and stay within your home where you belong. Only leave when absolutely necessary. You are just too dreadful to look upon." Bella lashes out.

"Young girl, titles are not God given. It is you that should learn, for things that seem what they are; are not, and things that are not; are." I say, a mocking tone to my own response.

Bella conflicted by my words has now become slightly agitated, yet still fearful. Her heart accelerated, she begins to speak, "Woman! You are senile, that makes no sense. Are you mad?" And with that, she slams her carriage door.

I look up at the driver, who has been keenly watching our interaction. I begin to walk towards the horses, the driver still keeps his gaze on me, and for one moment I allow a glimmer of my true being to take hold of him; a flash of brilliance, that only he can see. As if he is hit with an understanding, he sits upright, and beckons the horses to move. He is stricken by many emotions as he knows I am not of him. He removes his hat and whispers, forgive me. I allow him to leave as I dissipate into the air behind the carriage.

The carriage begins to race swiftly deep within the forest, and makes considerable distance until the carriage wheel breaks, causing it to slide and then fall heavy upon its left side. Bella is alone with her driver, and the two horses brought to pull the compartment. It is customary for the Princess to be escorted by seven knights, but in her haste, she has refused to wait till morning when such an escort would have been available and rushed out before nightfall, alone in her venture.

The driver is scared, but understands what he must do. He removes the stronger horse, and asks Bella to remain in the carriage. He will ride back to the castle and return with another wheel, as well as a replacement carriage to bring her into town as she has wished. The castle is far from the nearest town, but again as Bella had demanded that they take the rougher road, the shorter distance if you will, through the thick forest that lay to the outskirts of the kingdom, she has sewn her own misfortunes.

Bella, who has no other choice, agrees and awaits for his return.

As she sings to herself, the sky darkens. She becomes nervous, as she peers out through the window. Remembering the apple that she had purchased, she pulls it from her basket, and stares at it longingly. The apple mesmerizes her, and her mouth begins to water. She tries to blink, but her eyes remain open. Her ill-temper will not allow her to eat the fruit from such a disgusting woman, but her body becomes enchanted, and the apple is drawn towards her lips. She slowly begins to part them and with one bite, she has become spellbound.

Disoriented, she climbs out of the carriage and begins to walk off the path. The horse begins to kick, but she does not look back, she continues on, deep into the forest.

The sky has now blackened and Bella has walked for hours. Deeper and deeper, she travels on foot. She is unaware of her surroundings.

She begins to whimper, as she spins aimlessly in circles, confused, tattered and tired. I appear before her, taking shape as a wolf. She finds solace in my presence, so I begin to trot towards my destination. Understanding I mean no harm, she follows. She is not concerned for what I am, but only is concerned with where I am going.

In the black of the night, we are but a lost girl and her wolf.

A/N: This entire prologue was from Uriel's POV. He will be in a sense like a narrator, giving us his interpretation at the beginning of each chapter and he won't be so formal, I promise.

This is an original fairy tale with elements of those from the past. I hope you enjoy it!