The temple left in the sky wasn't visible to mortals. But its pulse echoed through Forks.
Unseen by most, the clouds no longer drifted — they watched.
Raiko felt it in her breath, in the rhythm of the wind. Something old and buried had stirred. And it didn't want to stay forgotten.
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Jacob Black's dreams had turned cold.
He didn't understand why the scent of storm lingered where lightning had never struck. Nor why he woke up to find the ground beneath his porch frozen in spirals.
Billy Black muttered old Quileute phrases in his sleep. Ones Jacob didn't recognize.
The tribal elders called it a spiritual warning.
But Jacob suspected it was her.
The new girl.
The one with violet eyes and a silence that cracked like thunder.
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Meanwhile, in the Cullen house, Edward sat motionless at his piano. Every note he played came back to him wrong.
He couldn't hear her thoughts.
Not like Bella's, which had been a quiet void.
Raiko's mind was layered — voices within voices, timelines overlapping, futures dissolving before they finished.
He'd glimpsed a memory she didn't even know she had — of a battle with a goddess made of stars.
He shut the piano.
"Something's wrong," he said aloud.
Alice stood in the doorway. "No," she said, her voice trembling. "Something is waking up."
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In the woods near Forks, Raiko stood before a circle of stone.
It wasn't there yesterday.
At its center pulsed a sigil. Not of this world.
As she touched it, her mind fractured for a heartbeat.
Images: A palace built on screams. Forgotten gods of electricity. A realm sealed by her ancestor-self.
"They remember you," a voice whispered.
"They never forgave you."
Raiko pulled back. Her heart raced. Sweat glistened on her neck despite the cold air.
Alice touched her arm. "What did you see?"
"Something I locked away lifetimes ago."
Rosalie joined them. "Do we need to destroy it?"
Raiko shook her head. "We need to prepare."
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Far away, in the volcanic heart of Iceland, something stirred.
The ground cracked in a perfect spiral. Lightning flickered from below.
A hand, made of obsidian and glowing veins, reached up from the earth. (Who must be this guy?)
A whisper in a language long dead rode the wind:
"The Shogun has returned. And so must we."
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Back in Forks, Emmett punched a tree in frustration.
"I don't like waiting for a fight we can't see."
Jasper agreed. "The Volturi are afraid of her. That's saying something."
Carlisle looked toward the darkening sky.
"We may be seeing the beginning of a war even older than them."
Raiko, standing alone in the clearing, whispered into the wind: "I didn't ask for this."
But the storm whispered back:
"You were always the storm."