Renesmee looked 7-years-old. She was playing in the snow with Bella and Jacob in his wolf form.

"Look, a snowflake," Renesmee whispered.

"It's beautiful. Why don't you go get another one?" Bella asked.

Renesmee ran off to play as Bella and Jacob watched her.

"Edward thinks that we'll find answers in Brazil. There are tribes there that might know something," Bella said.

Bella watched Renesmee leap into the air to catch a snowflake. Then, Renesmee saw a figure off in the distance, watching them. Her feet softly landed on the snow as she stared at the figure.

"Who is that?" Renesmee asked.

"I think that's our cousin from Denali. Irina!" Bella shouted.

Shocked and upset at the sight of Renesmee, Irina and ran off before Bella could hold a proper conversation with her.

Back at the Olympic household, Carlisle had called Eleazar about what Irina thought she saw.

"Tanya convinced lrina to come reconcile with us," Carlisle said.

"It looks like she changed her mind," Edward said hopefully.

"Seeing Jacob must have been too much for her," Esme said.

"Wish I could have just spoken to her," Bella muttered.

"She's family. She'll come around," Carlisle reassured.

•

"What a pleasant surprise," Aro said with a hum.

Irina walked into the throne room, guards flanking her side. She looked nervous, looking around in fright.

"What do you want? Hmm?" Caius said, bored out of his mind.

"I have to report a crime. The Cullens... They've done something terrible."

"Allow me, my dear," Aro interrupted.

Irina walked forward and Aro took her hand, seeing that the Cullens created an immortal child - or so they thought.

"Oh, my," Aro whispered.

•

Back at the Cullen household, everyone was gathered, listening to Edward play the piano. He played a soft melody that brought a smile to everyone's face. Alice was walking into the room with a smile on her face, holding a vase with flowers in it. Suddenly, she had a violent vision that caused her to drop the vase of flowers. Jasper immediately flashed to her side, making sure she was alright.

"What is it, Alice?" Jasper asked.

"The Volturi," Alice breathed out. "They're coming for us. Aro, Caius, Marcus, the Guard - and lrina."

"Honey, come here," Bella said, gesturing to Renesmee.

Renesmee ran into Bella's arms, hugging her.

"Why?" Carlisle asked.

"What did lrina see in the woods?" Edward asked.

"We were just walking," Bella answered.

"Ness was catching snowflakes," Jacob added.

"Of course. Irina thinks Renesmee's an Immortal Child," Edward said.

"That makes sense," Alec said. "Jane and I were once mistaken for immortal children, but we managed to make it out alive."

"The immortal children were very beautiful, so enchanting. To be near them was to love them. But their development was frozen at the age they were turned. They couldn't be taught or restrained. A single tantrum could destroy an entire village. Humans heard about the devastation. Stories spread. The Volturi were forced to intervene. Since the children couldn't protect our secret, they had to be destroyed," Carlisle explained.

"Well, Renesmee's nothing like those children. She was born, not bitten. She grows every single day," Bella said.

"So can't you just explain that to the Volturi?" Jacob asked apprehensively.

"Aro has enough proof in lrina's thoughts," Edward said.

"Aro does not listen. Once he sets his mind on something, he will go through with it," Alec said.

"So we fight," Jacob decided.

Jasper shook his head. "Their offensive weapons are too powerful. No one can stand against Jane."

"Except for me," Alec declared. "Jane is strong, but she'll be indecisive between her allegiance to the Volturi, and me."

Without even knowing it, Alec had gotten attached to the Cullens and Hales. He didn't mean to betray the Volturi or his sister. Beatrice brought out the good in him, but sometimes, he just wanted to tear a human's head off and drink their blood. Sometimes, he just wanted to do Aro's dirty work and use his powers of vampires Aro didn't like. Alec liked to be in control. He liked to be rabid. He didn't like being on a leash, but he loved Beatrice.

"She's your sister," Beatrice whispered. "Family."

"I know, Beatrice, but you are my new family now."

Beatrice smiled softly, turning to look at Bella. She gave her a slight nod.

"Well, then we convince them," Bella declared.

Emmett sighed. "They're coming to kill us, not to talk."

Edward shook his head. "No, you're right. They won't listen to us. But maybe others can convince them. Carlisle, you have friends all around the world."

Carlisle shook his head at Edward. "I won't ask them to fight."

Edward grinned slightly. "Not fight - witness. If enough people knew the truth, maybe we could convince the Volturi to listen."

"We can ask this of our friends," Esme pleaded to Carlisle.

He slowly nodded. Everyone packed whatever they needed. The next day, they all gathered outside.

Esme smiled reassuringly, trying to make the best out of a possibly bad situation. "At least we get to go to London again. We haven't been there in a long time."

"All right, let's get this show on the road," Jacob said.

Then, Jacob noticed Sam walking up the house. Jacob watched him dangerously, making sure he wouldn't do anything. Sam gave Carlisle a note.

"Alice asked me to give you that. She and Jasper crossed our lands to the ocean last night," Sam explained.

Carlisle's eyes scanned over the note. "They've left us," Carlisle whispered.

"Why?" Rosalie asked.

"She didn't say."

"Can I see that?" Bella asked.

Carlisle handed the note to Bella.

Gather as many witnesses as you can before the snow sticks to the ground. That's when they'll come.

Bella turned the note over and saw that it was a page torn from The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare.

"Does that mean something to you?" Beatrice asked.

Bella nodded. "Yeah, it does..."

"What does it mean? I've never been much of a reader."

"The Merchant of Venice tells the story of a young Venetian of noble rank, who is trying to win over a beautiful heiress, but he needs ducats, or money, in order to do that. He enlists his friend for help and gets a loan, but there are many suitors begging for the heiress's hand in marriage," Alec explained.

"Does it work out?"

Alec nodded. "Yes, he earns her hand in marriage by choosing the right casket. It was a test to see what suitors would pick which casket based on appearances alone."

Beatrice hummed. "A happy ending, I suppose. Though I can't say that for us."