The necklace floated from her hand and disappeared.

The ominous voice resumed, "Then let us venture into a book. Choose one."

"What do you mean 'venture'? You are going to take me into a book?" she asked.

"Yes. Now choose one."

"Why are you taking me?" she asked again.

"Because you wouldn't be able to manage on your own."

Like he'd know! I'm still alive! He doesn't even know me!, she thought but decided to let it pass. "Fine then. We're going into that one." She pointed at Eragon.

He laughed a little, "Okay, then. This is what you'll do." He told her to concentrate hard on the book she wanted to enter and read a few words from the book, focusing only on the words.

She did what he said and suddenly the air around her changed. She looked up and took in a breath. It was beautiful. Alagaesia, she thought. The passage she read from was the beginning of the chapter entitled "The Doom of Innocence". She chose that passage so she wouldn't come up on Eragon suddenly, before she was prepared to enter into the storyline. The Spine was beautiful just as she had imagined it. Grossly misunderstood, she always thought when she read it and it was. The trees were tall and covered in snow. It was a Kodak moment. She knew just where she could position her camera to get the most of everything here. But she knew she couldn't. It was part of the rules of her entering books.

"Death, are you here?" she whispered.

"Of course" was his answer.

"How can I still hear you now the necklace is gone?"

"I have no idea, but you can and let's not waste time."

"Okay then." She took in her surroundings once more. Eragon was here somewhere, with Saphire. He was probably breaking the tree right now to make his crutch.

"Where do I begin?" she asked. "I need a dragon."

"Yes you do, but first we have some other things to take care of."

"Such as?" she asked.

"Well, first you need to make yourself part of this story. To begin with, your clothes and then your history in this story. You can't just suddenly appear with a dragon and begin fighting along side Eragon. If that's what you hope to do."

She narrowed her eyes, "It is."

"Okay," he said dramatically. "Make clothes for yourself."

"How?" she practically yelled.

"Do like you did when you entered this book."

"Well, then I had words to read and concentrate on. Now I don't. I don't even know how the culture is here and how to women are supposed to dress."

"This world was created from part of your world. The style of dress is very similar to those of your Medieval peasant dress. Same as most of the culture. Except for the futile system and a few of its customs."

"Okay I get it. There were some pictures in my history book of them." She concentrated hard on those images and began to weave a dress from them. She opened her eyes when she finished in her mind and looked down at her clothes. They were the same blue jeans and graphic design shirt.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Turn around."

She turned around and there floating in mid-air was her dress. It was a full-length brown dress. The top was a dark brown corset with sleeves. It wasn't too revealing. But she wasn't going to be able to run in a dress.

She closed her eyes again and in her mind created a pair of loose trousers to fit under the dress. She opened her eyes again. There on the dress ws the trousers. She picked them up and began walking behind a tree. She looked to where she assumed Death was, if he was still here. "Don't look."

He laughed again. This one was certainly interesting. But he wasn't the least bit interested in her. He pondered a little, How is it that she can hear me? No other human can. Is she a descendant? It was a mystery and that's all he knew for sure.

She came back out in the peasant dress. It fit her perfectly and she looked proud of it.

And now she need shoes. Well built, hardy boots. She imagined them and they appeared. She slipped them on her feet, suprised by how warm they were.

"What should we do now?" She looked up as she laced them.

"Now you create your past. This is going to be harder than you thought."

"Maybe. But if I make my life here as it was there, then it shouldn't be too terribly hard."

"Good idea. So where were you born?"

She called out the first place that came to her mind, "Bullridge."

"Why there?" he asked

"I have no idea. First thing that popped into my mind."

"It's no always wise to do that. Believe me, it's killed a lot of people. But I suppose it's not a bad idea. Sit down and we'll arrange your life."

They planned it all out. Kala was the daughter of a wealthy merchant and his loving wife, Archipdus and Malina. When Kala was twelve, their house burned down, killing both of her parents. Scared and lonely, Kala sent out on her own to make a life for herself. She settled in Bullridge. There she worked at a bakery until the baker's son got too attached to her. She left Bullridge and set out for Urû'baen. Along the way she saw a deep purple, shiny stone in the banks of the Ramr River. She picked it up and almost tossed it back but decided it might fetch a price. She traveled on foot and she almost made it to Urû'baen when the egg began to hatch.

"Let's go to where the egg was about to hatch and begin your part in this story!" He said excitedly.