Hey guys, Athena here! Until my Once Upon A Time or Supernatural muses come back, this is my new baby! I'm not sure how frequent updates will be, since it's my Senior year with college apps and stuff, but hopefully it will be better. We'll see.

I never expected this. Opening a book used to be such a pleasure, not a burden. Now, I find myself everywhere and nowhere at the same time. This place is for sure one of the scariest that I've ever been.

Everything is green. Green walls, green floors, green ceiling. There is nothing else to it, no bed, no furniture, save for one desk in the middle of the room with a single book on top, and a bookshelf in the middle of the room. The book was old, and on it was a faded label and a pen with purple ink. The windows are plain, with room for something new on them. No matter how hard I look, I can't figure out what they depict.

How did I get here? I don't really remember. One minute I'm in Bakersfield, California, my hometown, at school, and the next I'm in this room. It's really fuzzy. I only wish that I remembered more. My arms and head hurt, and I'm having trouble remembering much of anything.

My name... what's my name? That's right, uh... Lana... uh... right! Eliana! Eliana Caron. I'm a Senior at Bakersfield High. Okay, now that I've shown a bit of background, I should explain a bit. See, I'm currently writing in a journal, the book that I was talking about earlier, on the desk in the middle of this green room. There's nothing else to do here, so I just started writing. My best guess is that this is just my messed up mind. Brilliant, isn't it. My mind is a green room. Just fan-freaking-tastic. If you're reading this, than this isn't just in my head, it's reality. Please, help! I'm stuck here, in a room with only books, which, granted I wouldn't normally be complaining about, but still. It's the principle of the thing.

I remember a bit more as I write in this book. I was in second period, Concert Choir, and I was being teased by my fellow Soprano Twos as I once again, failed to hit a low note in the music. All of a sudden, there was an alarm. The ground started shaking, and I fell to the ground. No one helped me up, my teacher was in the bathroom. I was the last one in line to get out of the classroom when the ground shook again, and the building started collapsing around me. I couldn't get out of the room in time, and the last I saw was flames. Well, that's discouraging. I'm probably dead. Fun. The afterlife really is a ball. Glad that when I died I was brought to a green room with books. Brilliant.

As I'm writing this, it seems that the journal is glowing, which is weird, but this is either in my head or the afterlife, so I'm going to roll with it.

Hello, Eliana.

Um. Hi. Are you this journal? That's a bit weird. Not gonna lie.

I promise, I'm not the journal. Consider me a guardian, I'm just using the book to communicate. I saved your soul from death, brought you here to fix some things that have happened.

You do not want me 'fixing' things. I just break things. You DO NOT want me. I don't know why anyone ever would.

Oh, Eliana, if you only knew how important you were. Your destiny has been written in the stars for centuries before you were born. You are descended from a race of warriors, the Caronites. They would be ambassadors to different worlds, to save some from their destined fates. They always knew the stories ahead of time, either having been told, or, in your case, read in the form of books.

Hold up, you're telling me that I have read the stories of people I need to save?

That's a very crude way of putting it, but yes, you have read their stories as they were without you. This is so you wouldn't be going into a situation blind. Your soul will be copied, in essence, but each will be in "stasis" for lack of a better term. For each story you save, a copy of your soul will stay in that world, and a different one will unfreeze.

Okay, but why now?

Well, each 'guardian' is given a period of time in your World to become acquainted with the stories that they have to save, and become the person they need to be. You finished that time and have officially died in your world, so you're free.

I wouldn't call it free. So how long do I stay in the green room?

As long as you want to, or until you decide which story to save first.

Which do I have to choose from?

Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Harry Potter, and Doctor Who to start with.

Wait a minute, Doctor Who is a TV show, I didn't read that.

Semantics. You know the story, and that's really all that matters.

Okay then, I choose Harry Potter. I really want to get out of this room asap.

Very well. I will insert you in. Now, just so you know, you are now eleven years old. I'll leave the rest to you. Oh, and Eliana, have fun, good luck, and never tickle a sleeping dragon.

Me again. So, what do you think? Reviews really are wonderful, so feel free to give me some! Good, bad, criticism, questions, I want it all. It really does motivate me to write. Thank you so much for reading! LATERS!