### Chapter 1: The Wheel of Eternity
It began with darkness—a quiet, unremarkable end to a life he could barely recall. One moment, he was slipping away from his previous existence, and the next, he found himself standing on a field of lush, vibrant grass that shimmered under an endless sky. The air was sweet, tinged with a fragrance he couldn't place, and a serene calm washed over him, unexpected yet unshakable. He turned in a slow circle, taking in the surreal beauty of this place, his mind oddly collected despite the strangeness of it all.
Then, a voice broke the silence—a resonant, godly timbre that seemed to ripple through the air, heard only by him. "Spin the wheel," it commanded, its tone both commanding and divine, vibrating through his very soul. Before him, a massive, glowing wheel materialized, its surface etched with countless symbols and possibilities. He stepped forward, compelled by an instinct he didn't question, and gave it a firm spin.
The wheel whirred, a blur of light and color, before slowing to a stop. The pointer landed on a single word: *Twilight*. He blinked, recognizing it instantly—the world of vampires, werewolves, and tangled romance he'd once read about. Before he could process it, the voice boomed again. "Spin once more."
He obeyed, and the wheel spun anew. This time, it settled on his species: *True Son of an Archangel and the Phoenix*. A surge of awe coursed through him. Half-angel, half-mythical firebird—a being of celestial grace and blazing rebirth. His heart raced, though his calm demeanor held firm, as if this destiny had always been his to claim.
"Again," the voice intoned. The wheel turned once more, determining his parents. It landed on a human couple—Charlie and Renée, names he vaguely recalled from the *Twilight* story, though no mention of their daughter crossed his mind yet. He nodded, accepting this anchor to the world he'd soon enter.
"Spin it again," the voice urged. This time, it chose his sibling. The wheel stopped on *Bella Swan*. "You will be her older adopted brother," the voice declared, "set before the events you know." He tilted his head, intrigued by the idea of stepping into this narrative as a new figure, a powerful shadow cast over the tale.
One final spin remained. The wheel glowed brighter, and when it halted, it revealed his soulmates: *Alice Cullen and Rosalie Hale*. The names struck him like a thunderbolt. He knew them—vampires, already bound to others in the story he remembered. Confusion flickered across his serene features. "Don't they have soulmates?" he asked, his voice steady but edged with skepticism.
"Yes," the voice replied, unperturbed. "They do. You are their second soulmate, an additional bond woven by fate."
The calm within him cracked. His lips pressed into a thin line, and a spark of anger flared in his chest. "I didn't ask for that," he said, his tone sharp. He hadn't wanted this—tied to two women already claimed, their lives entangled with others. It felt like a burden, a flaw in the perfect design he'd begun to envision. He crossed his arms, glaring at the wheel as if it had betrayed him. "I don't care for it."
The voice remained silent for a moment, its presence looming but offering no apology. Then, with a final reverberation, it spoke. "Your path is set. Embrace it—or forge your own."
Before he could protest further, the world around him dissolved into light. The grass, the sky, the wheel—all faded as his new reality took shape. He was no longer a nameless soul in an endless field. He was the son of an archangel and the Phoenix, a being of unmatched beauty and power, thrust into the quiet town of Forks as Bella Swan's older brother. And though the unwanted bonds to Alice and Rosalie gnawed at him, he resolved to wield his gifts with purpose, bending this world to his will. The story of *Twilight* was about to change—forever.