A/N: May I present my first AU Wreck-It Ralph fan fiction: Beyond The Page! Since this is my first time writing something like this, I have only this idea that came to mind while reading some other AU fan fictions and based off an oc sketch I have done in the past. Basically this is kind of like the story The Magical Bond Between Two Hearts, only this time I'm telling it in a completely different way. On a note: there are characters in this that I have not put in the other fan fiction. So if you are confused as to who they are don't worry. For me to write two stories at once: it would be a hassle.

If you do have questions about this, please feel free to ask me because I know that this is different for me to do another fan fiction when I'm barely working on one already.

So without any further a due, I present this first chapter to Beyond The Page.

Beyond The Page

Chapter 1: An Artist's Story

My name is Lucille Lily Tate. I am about 23 years old. My profession is in creating art for others.

My hand stopped, trying to figure out what to write next. To me writing a journal was hard, unlike painting or sketching.

My friend Daisy suggested that I write a journal to keep for my personal uses. I don't know why she would suggest something like this, but if it's for my own peace of mind...

I racked my brain to try and find the words. I cursed myself for my stupidity in writing.

...then I guess this will have to do. To start, my life was lived poorly, but richly. My father was an owner of the very much used train station named Tate Central. My mother was an artist teacher who taught younger children. She was the one I looked up most to. My mother was the one who taught my first art lessons when I was one five. When I was a kid my mother would always give up hours, even entire days, to spend time with me. What I loved most about my mom was that she would take me to the beach every summer. We would walk along the sands in our bare feet, the waves of the sea lapping against our toes. And at night, my mom and dad would sit on the back porch of the summer house watching me catch as many fireflies from the forest as I could. I wished that these good moments in my life would last forever.

The thought of my mother hit me like a thousand daggers at my heart. But I had to keep writing.

When I was 12, my father died in an accident that involved one of the runaway trains. At his funeral many flowers were given to him. The men who worked for him would say great things about him like: "A good man he was. The best man I ever knew. Mr. Tate was the greatest man who ever lived." My mother was devastated of the loss. She would cry for days, not going to work. Soon she stopped taking me to my favorite places. I walked along the beach alone sometimes in the evenings wondering if my mom would ever come back.

A few months later she had become ill with a sickness in her heart. She told me that she would never go outside for a long time. I couldn't stop crying. I cried until the tears ran dry.

I couldn't write anymore. Talking about my mother's permanent illness was something that I tried not to do. "What were you thinking Daisy? Trying to get me to be miserable again?! I don't think so!"

Determined to get this over with, I continued.

I was basically alone, put out on the streets of Arcadian City with no friends or relatives to support me. So I did what no teen had done before: I drew pictures for a living.

Everyone thought me strange that I would be working at such a young age. No one came to see my artwork, or buy them. It was tough to find money to pay for food for me and my mother. But one day a boy came by and saw my sketches. The boy thought that I was really good and bought a few of them, giving my mother and I food for a week. The boy told me that his father was an art professor at a school called Maic University. The professor saw me as an opportunity to teach and make better as a professional artist. He told me that he once knew my mother, and that she was one of the kindest students that he had ever had the pleasure of teaching.

The professor and his son took me in. I studied there for the next 7 years being taught to read, write, and create better art. I improved so much on my art in fact, that most of the students at the university bought some of my pieces I had made.

When I had finally graduated at the age of 19, I moved on to continue with my work, opening a shop in downtown Arcadian City. I named it Sophie's Art, after my mother, because she was the one who inspired me to be an artist. I stayed, selling art to people, all the way to...

I stopped with the pencil hovering over the last sentence. Looking around my art studio and bedroom, I was disappointed to see that there was still no people coming this afternoon. Earlier I noticed that today seemed a little different than yesterday. Yesterday there were customers coming to our house every which way. Now it was like a ghost town. I was worried that I wouldn't have enough money to pay for a hearty dinner. Then I remembered what day it was: the day of the engagement party.

With nothing better to do, I kept writing.

I met Daisy about 6 months after opening Sophie's Art. She was indeed a strange character. She could not understand the paintings that I painted, nor the sketches that I drew. We became friends right then. She told me of her life: she had a husband named Tucker, but he preferred to be called Archer. Rumor has it that he competed in the Olympics and won gold in Archery, hence the name Archer. They have a few children, whom I've mostly met.

The youngest of them is a girl named Natalie. No matter what her parents did, they could not understand why her natural hair color was blue. She grew attached to me as soon as I walked through Daisy's front door for the first time. Once Daisy took Natalie with her to see me at work. They spent the whole day with me because Natalie would be transfixed in amazement at all of the artwork I have.

Garren is the second oldest child. He looks up to his father like an idol, and spends days in the backyard shooting arrows from his homemade bow at a target trying to make a bulls eye. He told me when I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up: "I want to become an Olympic archer just like my dad!"

There is only one child that I have not formally met yet...

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden sound at the door. I peered slowly out of the nearest bedroom window closest to the front door of the house. To my disappointment there was no one outside, forcing me back to my writing.

...her name I think was Vanellope. Daisy told me that she was adopted by her and Archer when her parents had tragically died. Hearing this from Daisy, my first thoughts were about how my parents died the same way. I only saw Vanellope once. One day I was just about leaving Daisy's place, when I saw a little girl race past me. She had her black, raven hair pulled back in a ponytail under a hoodie she wore over her face. She raced past me so fast that this was all I noticed about her. I asked Daisy when I came back the next day and she told me that she was their oldest child.

"When do I get to meet her?" I asked. She told me that Vanellope was someone that you don't see until she introduces herself to you. So I have yet to meet her.

A louder sound at the door made me jump from my desk. Looking up, it was only my mother that stood in the door to my room.

"It's just me dear." she said softly, her voice having grown weak since her illness.

"Hi mom." I replied smiling, "Did you need anything, or are you okay?"

"Oh I'll be all right. Don't concern yourself about me. You know if you don't get ready in time you're going to miss the engagement party."

"I will mom, I just need to finish something." I said warmly.

"All right then, you better make it quick." Mom shut my bedroom door softly with a click.

I sighed, looking out the window in front of my desk. Outside I could feel the wind from the sea blowing on my face, a salty smell came to my nose. Just before the sea outstretched a wide canvas of forest of all different kinds of trees. I then suddenly had an idea. I kept writing now feeling confident it would turn out well:

A few years later I had to give up my artist business in Arcadian City, as well as turn over a new manager to run Tate Central Station as well. We moved out here to the summer house in the country so that mother could get more fresh air to help her illness. She said that she had been here before when she was about my age. When I was little, my mother would tell me stories about the adventures she had in the forest next door to the house. She told me stories of how once the people of Arcadian City and in Maic had special powers to call their own, and that now we had forgotten how to find them. There was also a legend to the forest where we reside in now and says this: Legend has it that a Guardian of the Forest lives there to protect the forest from any harm, no matter if it be creature or man. Or at least that's what I remember of it.

The people in the small town of Maic that we moved into did not believe that the stories mother told them were real.

But I believed every word of it.

Even after my mother could not take me to the beach anymore, I still loved her with a deep love from my heart. My mother was the one that took care of me and made my life happy. I wouldn't know what to do if I lost her.

I unexpectedly felt a tear run down my face. Swiping it away from my face, I proceeded to finish the entry:

Today is the engagement party of me and my fiancée Shane. We met one day while I was taking a lonely walk on the beach. The first time he spoke to me, he said I was the most beautiful flower that bloomed on the sparkling sea. We had been together ever since.

And yet...I feel as if something in my heart is telling me different. As if my heart wants me to go another way.

And with that, I closed the journal that lay in front of me. Quickly I changed out of my paint-dried artist clothes to a dress that Shane had bought me a few days before. It was a slim blue sky dress that shimmered like the sea, with a hair clip that had the shape of a seashell. Shane said to me that when the party came, I would shine brighter than any other star that night.

Now as I stared into the mirror at the sight of me wearing this dress, I came to regret that I was to wear such a dress. To me, the polka-dot summer dress was enough to impress even the most stubborn guests there.

"But Shane is always controlling me, even if he says he does it out of love!"

I only wanted to be free. Free to paint and draw; free to take happy walks on the beach and take care of my ill mother. Free to walk and explore the forest.

The forest.

This made me think of the memory of when my mother and I first moved in permanently to the house. As I stared into the forest for the first time since I was a child, I noticed something rather odd.

A figure watching from a distance.

It scared me the first few days. But then my curious nature got the best of me, and I became intrigued with the mysterious figure watching. For days and weeks I would find myself sketching the figure in my drawings. Only the figure was always so far that he was just a shadow.

For a while I stayed up on the roof of the summer house, trying to get a better glimpse of this figure. Yet the more I stayed there, the more the figure's shadow grew blurrier everyday in my drawings.

"Lucy!" I heard my mother faintly calling.

"Coming Mom!" I shouted through the door.

Reluctantly I put on the dark blue heels that went with the over impressive dress. It took me a lot of effort to leave my room and come down the stairs to the front door. My mother was there with a little blanket draped over her nightgown she wore mostly now.

"Oh my! Lucy...you look beautiful."

I blushed at my mother's comment. She always made me feel bashful whenever I wear something beautiful.

"Mom. I really don't want to wear this dress, I want to wear my summer dress."

My mom gazed at me with a dreamy look. She sighed, then walked to me and took my hand.

"I know you do dear, but Shane said that..."

"I know." I responded glumly.

I looked up to see my mother smile weakly, "But if you want to...then put it in your bag, and keep it secret. Shane will never know."

"Thank you mom." I gave her a warm hug. She returned it with her frail arms wrapped softly around me.

I quickly ran up to my room and put the green polka-dotted summer dress and the golden flats that went with it into my bag. Slinging it over my shoulders I stumbled again down the stairs in my heels back to the front door.

"Well, gotta go. I will see you tonight!" I quickly opened the door and strode across the yard. I looked back to see my mother waving goodbye. I waved back, then turned onto the path that lead to Maic, the same town where I studied at the art university with my professor.

As I made my way, I stopped for a moment to look again into the forest. To my disappointment there was no one there today. Now I regretted more than ever of going to the party.

I made the last few stretches of the path to the town, waiting to see what was in store tonight. Hoping that I would survive that was.

A/N: And so comes the end of Chapter 1. Please tell me what you think and leave reviews, I love getting feedback. Until next time, see you guys next chapter!