Alvenia's Point of View
I walk out of our house in Phoenix and look out to the field where I saw Bella standing in the middle of the field soaking in what sun she could before we move to Forks to live with our father.
Elvenia's Outfit. (Her hair is just down naturally!)
Alvenia's Necklace that she got from her Aunt Rebekah.
Alvenia's Necklace that she got from her mother.
I walk out avoiding the cactuses until I reached her. ''You okay?'' I ask her. It was obvious to me that she was more apprehensive about our move to Forks than I was. She looks at me and I smile at her sympathetically.
''Come on,'' I smile at her linking my arm through hers. ''Aunt Rebekah had some winter clothes delivered to Charlie's house in Forks,'' I tell her.
Bella flinches. ''Come on, her style isn't that bad,'' I nudge her. ''Her clothes are two girly and flashy,'' Bella struggles to come up with the words to describe Rebekah's taste.
I look around to make sure that Mom, Phill and anyone else was around before I looked at Bella and grabbed her opposite hand to the arm I was holding. ''Consolatinem,'' a light glow came from mine and Bella's conjoined hands.
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FanfictionAlvenia Hope Swan Mikaelson. Daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Ensley Princess of the fae. Sent away to protect her after she was born to give her a shot at a normal life she was sent to live with Charlie Swan and Rene Dywere. Alvenia and Bella grew u...