When Heaven was finished writing the secret message to her father in her book, she quickly hid the book and pen in her satchel. She closed it and sat right next to her satchel and she sighed as the door of Renesmee's and Mytho's room has opened.

After Renesmee and Mytho has came into the room, Heaven can see that Renesmee is holding her stomach and her mouth. Mytho is helping her to balance, "What happened?" Heaven quacked,

"Renesmee has just barf her lunch out during our meeting," Mytho answered.

"Although I did apologize," Renesmee quivered. "But something has started to twist my stomach up,"

"So we have dismissed the meeting," Mytho adds in. "Including ourselves,"

"Is she going to be okay?" Heaven quacked,

"Not sure yet," Mytho shrugged. Suddenly Renesmee has started to sniff the air,

"I smell ink," Renesmee muttered.

"Huh?" Mytho looks at her,

"Ink?" Heaven jumped, "What ink? I don't smell ink,"

Mytho smelled the air, "She's right," he raised an eyebrow. "Someone in here is defiantly using ink,"

"Were you using pen and ink while we were not here?" Renesmee asked,

"No," Heaven quacked her lie.

"Really?" Mytho summoned the black dust and feathers to surround Heaven's satchel and disappeared from the cage.

"Quack!" Heaven jumped suddenly the satchel has appeared in Mytho's hands.

"What's in this satchel that you're keeping a secret and that is very untouchable to Renesmee's power?" Mytho is about to open the satchel.

"Wait!" Heaven quacked, then the pen and the same journal from before has came onto his hand.

"A journal and a pen?" Mytho is lost, then Renesmee has picked the pen up and sniffed it. With one surprise, she has realized something.

"This is the same scent of ink that I've smelled earlier," then Renesmee handed the pen to Mytho and he too smelled the pen.

"What were you doing while we were gone?" Mytho asked as he passes the book to Renesmee,

"Well...I'm just...umm..." Heaven has suddenly lost her words as Renesmee opens the book, suddenly she jumped.

"Mytho," Renesmee almost gasped. "Take a look at this," she showed the words that's within the page. When they read, they are suddenly surprised about what they have just read. "You were writing a story...about us?"

Heaven looked down to her duck feet as she worries for her friends while they are reading her book.

For a while, Renesmee and Mytho was reading the book. They both are realizing about how their lives are entered-twine. Renesmee is angry at first but with that anger, her stomach has been twisted again and her late food has started to come up. She has covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom, and Mytho continues on reading the book.

While Renesmee is in the restroom, Mytho reads onto the book suddenly he found something. Renesmee came out of the bathroom, "Renesmee," he stood up.

"Yes," she trembled.

"Look between her handwriting and he others before and after," he showed her the words in the book. Suddenly Renesmee has too realized it,

"They're not the same," Renesmee looks at Mytho. "The handwritings are completely different,"

"Exactly," Mytho nodded. "There's three different types of handwritings; one of them is hers, the other is her fathers' and the other is someone else."

"What?" Renesmee jumped, "Her father?"

"Yes but...that's not all," Mytho continues. "She created a copy so she could communicate with our parents and allow them to know what we are doing. But the rest, I can't figure it out."

"Because the book is writing itself," Heaven the Duck quacked.

"Writing...?" Renesmee is lost,

"...Itself...?" Mytho is too lost,

Heaven sighed, "It have happened a long time ago but I never knew it write itself in real life when I came back from camp. I tried to stop it but I don't know how,"

"Well you should take lessons from your father instead of doing something serious," Renesmee growled. "If you haven't become such an idiot, you..."

"Hold on a second," Mytho stops her.

"What?"

"Renesmee, can I talk with you for a moment?" He and Renesmee went into the bathroom and closed the door.

When they are in the bathroom alone, Renesmee crossed her arms. "What?" she lightly growled,

"Look," Mytho sighed. "I know that you are angry at her about writing a story about us, I am too. But maybe there a different way to see it,"

"Like what?"

"I was thinking that she could be our own writer," Mytho began. "Just like my father has his,"

"Are you saying that Heaven could write against her own father and be able to help us to defeat them?"

"It's a possibility, then yes." Mytho nodded, "And after all, she is the one whose writing our story in the first place and brought us together and all. What do you think?"

Renesmee thinks for a bit then she sighed, "I don't see why not, but we have to be cautious about this."

"That I can understand," they both hugged. Suddenly Mytho felt Renesmee trembling in his arms, "Renesmee, are you alright?"

"I'm not sure," she shrugged. "I haven't feel so good for this pass week to this pass moon,"

"Do you need the Crow Nurse to check up on you?"

"No," Renesmee nodded. "I think that I need some rest for a bit,"

"Okay, but first let's talk to Heaven. Then you will be able to take a nap,"

"Alright," then Mytho opens the bathroom door and they both have exited out of the bathroom.