Waxing Gibbous

Discoveries (A)

When I returned home from the Cullen's Rosalie was with me, she probably wouldn't let me out of her sight anytime soon. I was okay with that, and my mom was too. Probably because they like each other.

"ready for some cleaning?" Rose asked looking around my room. When we returned my mom jumped on board to do some spring cleaning, I wasn't sure what it was about, but Eve was talking more about moving in with Mark, I figured my mom and Charlie would be moving in together soon.

I chuckled at the thought then looked at Rose "yeah, I have a lot of school stuff that I don't need anymore"

She nodded and helped me go through my room. We began sorting through things and putting them into totes. Notebooks, calculators, textbooks, basically everything I needed for school, but I wouldn't need again. I didn't want to throw it away because I might go to college, and it could come in handy.

The art room took the longest simply because I had so much stuff to go through. I picked up a box of clay, I opened the bag to see just a little bit left, unfortunately it was completely dry.

I shrugged and tossed it into the trash.

"is it empty?" Rose asked, I shook my head.

"it's too dry, besides there's only a small ball left."

She nodded and helped me go through everything, asking questions along the way. Simple ones, like what's this, or when did I make something. Most of my projects would be in storage. I worked hard on them so I didn't want to throw them away but there was no need for it to clutter the room.

It took us a few hours to get through my room. I went through my closet with Rosalie's help. I still had some clothes that I didn't need. Like a puffer coat, thermals, there was a fine line between clothes for show and too much.

So I pulled out a box for donation.

"you need to get more clothes" Rose mumbled. By the time we were done I had a weeks' worth of clothes. I flinched when I thought about all the clothes I phased out of, or left in the woods.

"yeah, maybe."

Rose helped me drag the other boxes to the basement where we kept everything. We didn't use the basement for anything, so storage was the perfect option.

While downstairs I found a wooden box. It was old and covered with dust, a lock keeping the contents secure. "hey mom?" I called out, she appeared from behind the door a second later.

"what's up?"

"do you know what this is?" I asked showing her the box, she took it gently and turned it around examining it carefully.

"hmm, I think it might be your dads, it could have been his moms" she replied handing me the box "I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you open it"

I smiled as she handed me back the box.

I didn't get to open it until a little while later, but by then Rose had left to go hunt. She would be close by and back by tonight. So, while she was doing that I sat on my bed, a pair of pliers in my hand as I tried to find the best option to cut the lock open.

I heard the snapping of metal, before tossing the pliers aside and pulling the lock off. "well, let's see what's in here."

I opened the lid to see it was full. There were a few journals, folders, and envelopes. The first thing my eyes met was an envelope with my name on it.

The white paper had yellowed with age, but everything was still legible. The moment I opened the envelope a necklace fell out. on it was a pendant, made of wood and resin. It was beautiful, inside was a wolf howling at the sky while the northern lights touched the ground. Deeper in the pendant on the snowy landscape I could make out a tipi. Just one. On the bottom was my name, engraved in the wood.

I twirled the pendant between my thumb and forefinger, a smile on my face. Just before I attached it to my necklace I saw the note.  

'Alexandra,when you are old enough go to where the land meets the sky; they'll bewaiting.'

I chuckled as I read the note "a little late dad"

With a smile on my face, I pulled out the first journal to see my fathers handwriting. The dates go back before I was born.

One of the journals documented his childhood, it was like a medical journal. There was a little information later about him phasing and after his phasing. I closed it and figured it could be helpful later on down the road.

I grabbed the other journal and began reading it. I felt a little intrusive to see these words, it was like my dad was documenting his relationship with my mom.

I could see the relationship form from his point of view, like a love story. Then I got to a section that was all about heartbreak. My dad documented in intense detail how he and my mom fought, how she told him to leave and how he listened. From that point I could see the same thing that happened to me happen to him.

He went home and then he and Mark got into an argument forcing my dad to phase. He didn't hurt Mark or Harry who was standing nearby, but the phasing terrified him, causing him to take off.

I realized faintly that this was the two months that my dad disappeared the two months that were the time of Embry's conception, the time that everyone thought my dad cheated. 

That wasn't the case, he went to Canada for one of the months. He regaled his ceremony, meeting Korinna and Hector, everything. The next month was the one I was worried about, no one knew what he was doing.

I flipped the page and found that he did visit the Makah tribe, but it wasn't to spend time with a woman. Hector was with him, this was his tribe. Or rather the tribe that Hector's mother moved too before her death.

My dad wrote in detail what it was like meeting her. She explained some more about our tribe, or rather the locations of where others traveled. A group of them moved to Alaska, though none were phasing.

I smiled; my dad didn't cheat. He was there for a short time, and he spent it all with Hector. But he did provide some information that everyone would be dying to hear...

I wasn't sure I could reveal it though, or that I wanted to. It would cause more trouble, but I could continue living my life knowing that my dad didn't cheat, that I didn't have a brother.

And Billy Black was in Makah territory, 17 years ago.