You were the only human of the Cullen family, at fourteen years old. You had watched the werewolves and your family be trained by Jasper so that they could fight the newborn army. You were talking with him.

"I didn't have quite the same upbringing as our siblings," Jasper said when you asked him about how he knew so much.

He rolled up his sleeves to show hundreds of cresent shaped scars on his arms.

"Battle scars," he said with a smirk. "All the training the Confederate Army gave me was useless against the newborns. Still, I never lost a fight."