This is my first story on and I want to take this opportunity to thank the amazing and lovely, le moulin, for being as excellent a beta as she is a writer. I could not have done this without her encouragement.
This is the beginning of a multiple one-shot series. Each one will center around a different character. It's going to be done as chronologically as possible just so that it makes more sense. I hope that if you're reading this, you enjoy it. I truly do appreciate anyone who takes the time to read what I write.
Washington's a lonely place. There's nothing out in the Olympic Peninsula but you, every shade of green imaginable and rain that never stops. Forks and La Push stand as the smallest pinpricks on the map. But they're where the proof lies.
In a 3,000 people sized town and the small Native American reservation neighboring it, the tales are all true. Somewhere, the humble girl awaits at her window for her handsome prince to climb up into her tower and steal kisses in the moonlight. His noble family remains as one in their castle, filled to capacity with loyalty, overlooking the river deep in the heart of the woods. The fierce protector and his band of brothers guard their home, ready to die for the ones they love while they sleep.
And the monsters. The soft rustle of leaves, the shadows in the dark, the last shiver down a spine before everything ends. They reside there, too.
All of them -- every character exists. And this is how they come undone.