My Return

[Jane Volturi]

It has been a while since I've felt the comfort of the Volturi's castle walls.  Alec and I had left the castle with the intent on never returning.  We thrived for adventure outside of the castle and that, we did.  However, after a while, things weren't as wonderful as I thought it would be.  Eventually, things turned boring.  We began to see the same routine that humans would partake in.  Their entire lives are built on sleep, food, and work.  Not to say that we don't do that ourselves.  But when we ventured out of the castle, we thought it would have been different.  It wasn't so.  I voiced my opinion that I began missing the comforts of home.  Italy with it's taste in opera.  Not to mention, I missed our family.  Alec wasn't too keen about returning with me.  We had a huge argument just as siblings usually do.  However, it did not end on a pleasant note.  Alec still wanted to continue his adventures.  See if he could find more like us around all parts of the world.  Whereas I wanted nothing more than to return to the comforts of home.  He stormed off and left me amidst the woods that we had argued.  Unkind as it was, I knew my choice had frustrated him so.  He had been on adventures like this before.  This was my first time and I didn't like it.  Call me a creature of habit, but home is where the heart is.  No adventures could ever keep me away from home for long.  

So, here I am.  Back in the castle.  I've been able to meet with my dear sisters, Corin and Heidi.  They offer so much support and graciously remind me that they are here for me if I need to talk about anything.  However, the thing I believe they want me to unleash is a topic that I care not to talk about.  My departure from Alec was inevitable.  It was going to happen and I could feel it.  Call it the "twin" connection that we had.  I do not regret leaving Alec to his adventure and returning home.  Maybe one day, he'll snap to his senses and realize that the human world isn't as interesting as he thinks it is.  I'm not going to search the world to find him again.  He's a grown man.  If he feels the need to return home, he'll be welcomed with open arms.  I do not promise I will take too kindly to seeing him again.  But I am certain that once I let out my anger over the fact that he could so easily leave his sister, I'll be fine and we'll be back on track.  

It's very good to be back home...