Reflecting on the years that have passed since my transformation I am reminded of regrets this evening.  Why do my thoughts travel this way? I opened up one of my favorite books of poetry.   The collection of poems is Mountain Interval by Robert Frost.

In my favorite poem “The Road Not Taken”, he writes of two roads both well worn through the years and not recently travelled on.  He ponders which road he will choose.  He makes his choice and in his later years…

Tia's transformation went very smoothly.  I showed her how to hunt and to keep to the shadows.

I admit now I was a little apprehensive in bringing her home to Amun and Kebi. I was unsure how they would react to another member of our group. As well as, I left without letting them know.

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After being repeatedly told that I shouldn't go out looking for Tia because The Volturi would be looking for me. I decided that I had waited far to long and was worried about her. Knowing that my uncle was killed while Amun stole me, I didn't know what had happened to Tia and if she was all right or suffering. I couldn't bear it if she was suffering.

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