17 year old Renata García Moctezuma moved from Mexico to Forks.
She is not a normal human, but rather a shaman to her people, the one of the last groups of Itzá people in Mexico.
In Forks, she meets a variety of people and supernatural creatures...
Renata watched from her window in the plane, looking at it start descending in the International Airport. She wished she was back in Mexico with her mother and the rest of her people, but she knew that was near to impossible. She needed time to heal, as did her mother. Renata's heart still ached, for her people and for what she lost less than two months ago...
"¡Mamá!" Renata yelled, watching as her mother tried to fight a un Frío, a Cold One, off her.
"¡Renata, regrésate a la casa!" Her mother yelled back as she broke the Cold One's neck, pulling it away from the body.
Renata had just turned seventeen that day, a happy family reunion turned into the group's worst nightmare. The Cold Ones had returned at last. The last time they attacked the village, Renata was three years old and the Cold Ones had turned her father into a monster. Afterwards, he had tried to be good, but he decided to leave in order to protect his wife and daughter. Fourteen years and Renata could still remember the fear she felt when she saw them sinking their teeth into her father's skin.
Remembering this made her blood boil, and she felt warmth in her face, as could feel energy pumping in her veins, power surging from her. She had seen this happening to her mother, the Itzá's shaman, she knew that the warmth in her face were actually her eyes glowing and turning from its usual dark brown to amber. Renata felt her hearing become sharper and her reflexes become faster. The shaman powers had been transferred to the young girl, the only way this could happen was that the current shaman was dying or in danger of.
Renata ran to where she saw her mother last, being pinned down by a Cold One, her forehead had a big gash and was bleeding. She sprinted at an inhuman speed towards her mother and the Cold One, tackling the blood sucker to the floor and ripping its head from the body. If she wasn't a shaman, she wouldn't be able to run at that speed or have enough strength to kill it.
Everything else happened in a blur, it wasn't until Renata's father appeared that the fighting stopped. Renata's father, Carlos, helped the Itzá fight the vampires, him and his small coven fed on animal blood and had a cordial relationship with the Itzá. Before they knew it, it was over, vampire bodies being burnt by the Itzá people. The tribe had been dramatically reduced in number, going from over 1,000 to about 400 people. It would be a sad night.
"Renata" Carlos called his daughter, who moved towards him in great speed and hugged him, even if his skin was ice cold, she still felt warmth irradiating from him, she felt safe, "¿estás bien, hija?" He asked and she nodded silently, "¿y tu mamá?"
"Aquí estoy" Karina, Renata's mother, said. She was covered in dirt and blood. The trio hugged and enjoyed each other's presence. Renata was their youngest child, "¿y tus hermanos?"
"No sé, no los he visto desde la cena" Renata told her and they instantly panicked. Carlos's coven and other Itzá started looking for Renata's brothers, she was the only girl among the García Moctezuma children.
After a couple hours, Raúl, a member of Carlos's coven called out for them. He was above a fallen body.
"¡Daniel!" Karina exclaimed as soon as she recognised her eldest son, 31 year old Daniel Alexander García Moctezuma. His eyes were open and dull, looking at nothing at all. Karina collapsed at the sight of his motionless body.
Karina was so immersed into her pain about loosing her oldest son, that she almost didn't hear a heartbreaking high pitched scream that could almost make you cry. Renata had found the bodies of her brothers, René and Rodrigo. The two boys and Renata were triplets, it was their seventeenth birthday. Renata released her power along with her emotions, causing cracks in the ground appear, as big as one meter wide. It tore her heart open to watch them lying there. René and Rodrigo were identical, they were monozygotic and Renata developed apart from them, having some differences with her brothers, such as their eyes and especially their height and face shape. Her brothers' eyes were light hazel while hers were dark brown; the boys were over six feet tall while she roughly got to 5'3"; their face was angular with sharp factions while hers was round with "squishy cheeks", like her brothers would say. Even if they looked somewhat different, when seen in a photo, they could see all the similarities, no one doubted they were triplets.
"Renata, ¿por qué gritas?" Her other older brother, Claudio, asked her. He was 24 years old. Renata only turned to look at him with tears running down her face. Claudio looked to her side then, seeing his brothers. He kneeled next to his little sister, putting an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his chest, allowing her to sob, cry, yell and hit him all she wanted while silent tears made their way down his face.
Claudio was hurting, having lost three of his siblings in one night, but he couldn't imagine how Renata felt, they were inseparable, they were like a star constellation, the three of them helped make a single being. René was the funny, childish one and was more into the arts and poetry, Rodrigo was more serious and responsible and was more interested in exact sciences and math, Renata was more of a rebel but she was the most loving one of the three and had more interest in sports and teaching. Claudio couldn't imagine life without Renata and René pranking Rodrigo or Rodrigo and René being overprotective of Renata. It looked so wrong in Claudio's mind, just Renata. He couldn't even imagine, not even in his worst nightmares, Renata being away from her brothers.
Renata felt like dying, how was it possible that she didn't feel they were in danger, how could she not feel them as they died? Renata just wanted to die, to lie next to her brothers and let the gods claim her.
"Renata" Claudio and Renata heard their father call out to her. They turned around to look at him. He couldn't cry, they knew that, his "condition" made it impossible for him to cry, but they could both see the sadness he held inside, how he was broken, it seemed that Carlos forgot what he was going to say, because as soon as he saw René and Rodrigo, he collapsed, sobbing without tears. He sighed and stood up, going to tell Karina the heartbreaking news.
It had happened two months ago and Renata could remember it as if it was yesterday. In those two months, all Renata did was sleep and lie in her bed, never leaving her room unless her parents forced EF to. She ate only when she was forced to and took a shower everyday, only to see if the water could wash away her sorrow. All she wanted to do was die. Die and meet with her brothers once again. She even tried to actually die, that was the drop that tipped the glass. It was when her mother finally decided to send her away, not because she wanted to, but because she knew that everything reminded Renata of her brothers, even looking in the mirror. More so because she had cut her hair in a really short pixie cut that almost matched her brothers' hairstyles. Her hair was now down to her cheeks, with the lower part of the back of her head almost completely shaved. She had dyed her hair a couple tones lower than her actual colour. It was way too hard for her to look at herself in the mirror and just see her brothers. Her naturally dark chestnut hair was now a shade of maroon.
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"Miss?" Renata heard an exasperated voice.
"Yes?" Renata asked. It was a lady, about thirty years old, she had been sitting next to Renata the while flight.
"We just landed" the woman said, her blue eyes shining as she smiled at Renata.
"Thanks" Renata said, unbuckling herself and standing up, taking her backpack from above the seats.
Renata went down the plane to an airport with Air Conditioning, which she found completely useless since the climate outside was cool by itself. Renata walked to take her luggage, having brought only one trunk. When she went to where parents and other people were retrieving the passengers from the plane, she noticed that no one had her name in a sheet of paper like everyone else. She sighed and shook her head. They had forgotten about her.
