So I thought I would try something new.

For one I decided to use a female main character for this one unlike my previous stories which anybody reading this probably wouldn't care about anyways.

Chapter 1: Wild Domina Aduentes

My name was Tanya Fall.

My name is or was not Baloney Brained Monkey Fool, nor was it Idiot Incorporated, but the very sane and somewhat normal sounding name of Tanya Fall.

That chapter name up there is lying, I am not the 'Lady of the Wild'!

So my life was going great until 'it' happened. Perhaps I should explain? Anyways it all started during a very sunny day. A day with sun so bright it burnt your eyes out if you didn't have sunglasses on.

I was walking about minding my own business. I had my customary things I carried on my person in case I got warped into some fictional world. As a matter of fact at that time I was very paranoid so I had a Bowie knife, which would be useful, a piece of obsidian, two coins, my watch, which was permanently stuck on military time. Don't ask me why that was. I also had my iPod, which wouldn't really be any use, but then again neither would the coins since I really doubted they were made of anything valuable.

Really the only thing I had that would be valuable in the case of me getting 'warped' into a 'fictional" world was my watch and my monstrous Bowie knife.

Of course I never really expected it to happen. I expected to stay dead once I...well...died...

Most other people seem to stay dead. So why didn't I stay dead? Maybe it had something to do with the way I died...

That yet again brings me back to the very moment of my spectacular and awe inspiring death.

It all started with me adjusting my sunglasses. They were a nice chrome silver color with red ends. The glass/plastic lenses reflected things great so that nobody could see my eyes. They only were able to see their reflection when they caught my eyes, or rather when they 'caught' my sunglasses gaze.

Then just after I adjusted my sunglasses I noticed a spot nearly covering one half. I thought maybe it was a leaf. Yup. It has to be a leaf...but...when I reached up with my hand I found something very slimy and wet.

That was when I took of my sunglasses, squinting, in the terrible light at the brown wet lump on my sunglasses.

And that was when it raised its head. I decided looking at the ugly little creature that it was some type of terrestrial leech or something. This was Avery stupid assumption in hindsight since it was probably actually some alien species or something like that. I really don't think leeches have eyes after all.

Short story shorter, I dropped my sunglasses and stumbled back into the road...and I was ran over by a Milk Truck. At least I think it was a Milk Truck...but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was what came after, it was the steamroller.

Now that was truly disgusting. It felt like my body was flattened like a pancake and the pain was so bad that it was mind numbing. Then as the pain reached my head it all went black, and I was like, really? That's all?

I sat in blackness for at least twenty and as much as sixty minutes waiting for something to happen. I tried to touch my face or arms with my hands but I couldn't seem to even find my hands to begin with. So I just relaxed in the darkness and tried to practice my evil laugh. Almost needless to say I found that I couldn't make any sounds for an evil laugh...

I decided I most have turned into some sort of spirit, and resigned myself to sitting in the blackness and letting random strings of thought assault my mind.

Then there was light.

Which normally would have been great and furthermore welcoming but it nearly blinded me after sitting in the darkness mumbling to myself for hours.

"Hey!" I yelled angrily, "Are you trying to burn out my eyes?"

The light dimmed a little but I still couldn't make anything out.

"Hello?" I asked with a frown squinting into the light.

"Hello," a great and regal sounding voice replied.

"Uh," I said still squinting, "Am I dead?"

"Yes." The Voice said.

Surprisingly I was taking this rather well. I actually surprised myself by not getting more upset, but then I suppose yelling or screaming about something is never going to change anything.

Evidently the Voice thought I was taking this rather well too since he spoke hesitantly, "You are taking this rather well."

That did it, I started wailing, "Aaaahhhh, I'm dead!"

I continued wailing for several minutes hysterically before the Voice had enough, "SHUT UP!"

"Okay!" I stopped in a nano-second, "Shutting up."

"Well," the Voice started sounding not so regal but more tired, as if he had gone through this a million times before, "Due too you nasty and entirely uncalled, which by the way was also entirely you fault, death, I am required to give you a-" here the Voice choked a bit as if this was unpleasant, "Second chance."

"Second Chance?" I asked with a contemplative frown.

Then I decided to seek clarification, "On Earth?"

"No, not on Earth," the Voice said in a happy voice, "I get to send all the weirdoes to a different reality!"

"Hey!" I said.

"What?" The Voice replied in a annoyed tone.

I immediately bit back the insult I was on the verge of giving and instead opted for asking, "Let me clarify, I'm getting a second chance because of my gory death, which was totally uncalled for by the way, but it's not on Earth but in another reality?"

"That's it in a nutshell," the Voice replied.

"Why would you put it in a nutshell?" I asked just to annoy the thing. Not annoy it enough to poof me out of existence but just enough to mildly irritate it.

The Voice growled and I hurriedly spoke up to keep it from eating me or something. by the way I still couldn't see a stinking thing, it was way too bright.

"What's the world, or reality, choices?"

The Voice hummed happily and said, "Most of them are considered fictional in your world, do you want the choice of Sci-fi, Fantasy, or just general Fiction?"

"Um," was what I said before, "What's the Science Fiction choices?"

"Halo, Mass Effect, Star Wars, Starcraft, there is a few more but these are the best known."

I considered each briefly before deciding, "What is the Fantasy choices?"

"Well," the Voice started but I quickly interrupted.

"Middle-Earth!"

"No!" The Voice replied frantically, "Everyone seems to want to go there!"

"Well why not?" I asked, "if it's one of the choices I can pick it, can't I?"

"I need a bit of variety on my resume, instead I've sent three hundred screaming weirdoes to Middle stinking Earth!"

"You don't like Middle Earth?" I inquired with a surprised expression.

The Voice seemed a little frantic as it said, "I will give you a gift to help you wherever you go if you don't pick Middle Earth!"

I considered this, if I ended up on some fictional world then I wanted something more than myself, "Is it something useful?"

"Yes. Yes it is." The Voice replied.

Um, let's see. Where us would I want to go?

"Alagaesia?" I asked,"perhaps with a-"

"No dragons!" The Voice said, "too predictable!"

I frowned, "why no dragon?"

"It's a unspoken rule, No Dragons!"

I conceded, "Fine I'll relinquish my dragon claim thing, but perhaps at some point I can have a dragon?"

The Voice seemed to consider this, then said in a tone that anybody could that he had no intention of ever fulfilling the request, "Maybe."

"So I'm going to Alagaesia? At what time?"

"Um early morning there," the Voice replied sounding a little confused.

"What I mean is at what point in the timeline am I arriving?"

The Voice considered this for a couple seconds before resounding, "What time would you like to go to?"

I in turn considered the Voice's question. How would I most easily change the story for the better? Obviously I would have to arrive in time to save Brom, but then again perhaps I could save the King of Elves at the battle at Ilirea, that Would certainly help manners along but...

"Uh, can I be immortal?"

The Voice didn't sound surprised but more in a mocking tone, "You want to be an elf?"

"No, but immortal like a dragon rider or Angela the Herbalist."

The Voice was quite for a little bit then replied, with an evil chuckle, "Sure you can be immortal, perhaps something a bit more..."

I was about to ask the Voice what it was talking about but it hurriedly moved on to another question, "Did you decide what time you are going to arrive in?"

I postponed my response with a question, "Will I be able to do magic?"

The Voice replied quickly as if it was anticipating this question, "No, but with time you can learn it, after all you do have forever..."

I decided to answer the Voice's question, "Can I arrive at the battle of Ilirea?"

The response from the Voice was prompt, "No."

I mulled this over. I didn't want to arrive when Inheritance Cycle was just starting, it would be awfully hard to get anybody to trust me...if I went forty or so years before IC I could gain lots of trust within the Varden and perhaps could rise up the ranks by taking out some Forsworn.

Though I doubt it would be easy to take any out, unless the Voice is giving me a really good gift...oh...and I have too keep the Twins from leaking information to the Rider King.

So I finally came to my conclusion, "Can I go back forty or so years before the events of Eragon?"

The Voice seemed to find this acceptable because it said, "And so you, Tanya Fall, are committed to go to Alagaesia?"

"I am ready," I replied wishing I could smile. This was so exciting! I would have to keep a cool head though, so I would only make intelligent logical decisions.

The Voice spoke the light growing brighter by the second, "So be it."

The light engulfed me, stabbing deep into my eyes, and filling my body with searing pain. It felt like my body was being rearranged on a molecular level. My muscles burned and my bones ached. I could feel muscles around my body detaching then reattaching in different places.

Then everything died down and I sighed with relief before letting out a yelp as excruciating pain erupted in my jaw, especially affecting the upper canines.

That too died away a few seconds later and I opened my eyes slowly taking in my surroundings.

Vast pine trees surrounded me, moss covered the ground and as I looked up and spotted the stars I realized I could see perfectly in the dark.

I shifted a little and something began to burn right over my heart.

I clawed at it frantically, it felt like someone was driving a red hot poker into my chest. Finally I grabbed my necklace and wrenched it away from my body, surprisingly the burning stopped than and I lifted my shirt, still holding the necklace away by one hand and looked at my chest.

There was what looked like a burn mark right where the necklaces silver medal had been, I frowned, this made no sense.

With a tentative hand I reached out with my other hand and touched the silver medal.

It burned.

With a nearly animalistic hiss I drew my hand back and inspected what looked like a burn mark on my hand. Why would silver burn me so?

Both the mark on my chest and the burn on my hand were already fading away...

I had a suspicion, and I really hoped I was wrong. I reached up and put my hand over my heart.

I was hoping for a heartbeat. I really was.

And that is all for the first chapter of this story. I hope everyone enjoys it. The frequency of my updating will directly respond to favorable response to this story.

All hail Tanya Fall.