It's been a looong time since I've written anything, but I guess now is as good a time as any to finally start on a project I've been meaning to write for some time now. I'm not sure how many chapters it will be, put my guess would be a lot. Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, nor would I lock them in a glass case in my basement. I swear. Gibby scares me.

Chapter 1 – Once Upon a Time

(Freddie's POV)

Hey, I'm Freddie. You know, technical producer of iCarly? Maybe you've heard of it – which, if you're reading this I'm assuming you have, or maybe you just clicked the wrong button on your pearpod. In any case, I have a story to tell.

You might want to take a moment to find a seat, because this one is a little… unorthodox.

You see, I happen to enjoy this book series called The Warrior Chronicles. It's your typical mythical beasts, wizards and knights kind of fantasy book that Brad got me into. Well, when he first let me borrow the books, I spent practically every second of my free time reading them. I was even late to iCarly rehearsals a couple of times. I couldn't put the books down. I was even oblivious to Sam's constant stream of insults. (Carly said that Sam eventually got bored and gave up .Maybe I did have a problem.)

Anyway, I tell you all that to help you (maybe) make sense of what happened last week.

I was – you guessed it – reading the Warrior Chronicles. Book three, to be exact. Everything was fine, just me, my book, and a nice bowl of chowder.

Then my mom burst into my room.

"Freddie! I found those pills!" She exclaimed, with her signature look of worry draped across her face.

"What pills?" I asked, glancing up from my book for just a second. That second was enough.

"Finally! Your face has been buried in those books for two weeks!" she answered, furiously trying to open the pill bottle. "This is the first time I've seen your face in I don't know how long. Ah-ha!" she cried in victory as the lid popped off. She dumped a handful of the small green pills in her hand and continued.

"Take these."

"What are they?"

"The doctor said they will help you sleep."

"Mom, I don't need any help slee-" I didn't quits get to finish that thought as I was too busy having suspicious green pills jammed down my throat.

"There. Now you'll be out in no time!"

"Oh, mom, I really want to finish this –"

"Lights out!" And she wasn't lying. She flicked the lights out as she left, and a few seconds later I'm pretty sure I heard her flip the breaker. Sam and Carly are right –my mom is nuts.

I sighed and shut my book, setting it on the bed beside me. (I was afraid that if I tried to set it anywhere else, I would put it in my chowder – not good.) It wasn't long before the medicine kicked in; however, it might have been a bit too strong. The shadows in my room warped into recognizable figures of swords, monsters and…ham? Whatever. I knew something was wrong. I tried getting up but I was tangled in the sheets. The more I fought with them, the more trapped I became, until finally, I was falling.

I landed hard, but not on my floor. It was soft, and kind of itchy. But it smelled good. Kind of like…

"Grass?" I said, and sure enough I was in a field of knee-high grass. I slowly made my way to my feet, feeling the bruises and bumps welling up on my arms and knees. I looked around slowly, the sudden bright lights making it hard to see. And then my eyes adjusted.

"Where am I?"