We alone, a little flock,
The few who still remain,
Are exiles wandering through the land
In sorrow and in pain...
We wander in the forests dark,
With dogs upon our track;
And like the captive, silent lamb
Men bring us, prisoners, back.
They point to us, amid the throng,
And with their taunts offend,
And long to let the sharpened ax
On heretics descend

Two lost souls trying to figure out where they belong, collide. What happens when Isabella wants out of the plain life she leads that Edward wants to be accepted into? Will Edward face what he is running from to leave with Bella? Or will Bella surrender and embrace her culture?