Chapter 1: A New Beginning

In the suffocating void devoid of sound or light, my memories remain vivid and clear, like sharp knives slicing through the darkness. I remember the final battle, a grotesque spectacle of death and devastation that consumed the battlefield in a frenzy of chaos and despair. The air was thick with the putrid stench of smoke and blood, the sky a canopy of swirling shadows tainted by the horrors below.

Surrounded on all sides, we stood firm against the relentless onslaught of the Russies, their fanaticism driving them forward in wave after wave of relentless attacks. For almost five days, the battlefield had been our home, our sanctuary, and our prison. Our orders were clear: hold the defence line at all costs, for if we faltered, if we retreated, the war would be lost.

Visha's position faced the brunt of the enemy's assault. Despite her skill and bravery, she and her man were soon overwhelmed, surrounded by foes whose numbers seemed endless. Her desperate cries for help were drowned out by the deafening roar of gunfire, lost amidst the chaos of battle.

I watched helplessly as Visha fought valiantly against the tide of enemies, her shots ringing out amidst the cacophony of war. But the odds were too great, the enemy too numerous. In the blink of an eye, she was cut down, her life extinguished by a hail of bullets.

With each passing moment, more of the troops under my command fell, their lives snuffed out by the merciless onslaught of the enemy. The air was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder, the ground littered with the bodies of the fallen.

Amidst the madness and mayhem, Mary Sue emerged like a spectre from the depths of hell, her presence a harbinger of unfathomable dread. Her eyes blazed with an unholy fire, her movements fluid and sinuous as she wove through the chaos, leaving a trail of death and despair in her wake.

The clash of steel and the thunder of artillery reverberated through the air, a symphony of chaos that engulfed the battlefield in a frenzy of violence. In the midst of this tumultuous storm, I found myself locked in a deadly dance with Mary Sue, our swords flashing in the dim light like twin streaks of silver.

Summoning the last reserves of my strength, I activated my computation orb, its power coursing through me like a raging torrent. With a swift motion, I ascended into the sky, the shimmering aura of my orb enveloping me like a protective cloak. Mary Sue, undeterred by my sudden elevation, unleashed her own orb's energy, soaring upwards to meet me with a crackling burst of power.

As we faced off amidst the swirling clouds and billowing smoke, the intensity of our duel reached a fever pitch. Each strike of our blades was met with a counter, each feint countered with a parry. The air crackled with the raw energy of our clash, the very fabric of reality trembling beneath the force of our blows.

In that moment, suspended high above the battlefield, it was as if time itself had slowed to a crawl. Every movement, every breath, was imbued with a sense of profound significance, as if the fate of the world hung in the balance with each stroke of our swords. And in the heart of this maelstrom, I knew that only one of us would emerge victorious. This had to end today!

Our swords clashed with a deafening clang, sending sparks flying in all directions as we circled each other in a deadly aerial ballet. But amidst the melee, the sound of gunfire erupted, bullets tearing through the air like angry hornets.

Ducking and weaving through the onslaught, I dodged the bullets with lightning-fast reflexes, my sword striking out in retaliation whenever an opening presented itself. Mary Sue, too, seemed unfazed by the rain of lead, her movements fluid and precise as she continued to press the attack. Her eyes glazed by madness and fanatical fervour, reflecting the depths of her twisted allegiance to Being X.

But even as we fought in the sky, the battle below raged on unabated. Explosions rocked the earth, sending shockwaves rippling through the air as soldiers fought and died in the trenches below. And amidst the chaos, Mary Sue and I continued our deadly duel, our swords flashing and our computation orbs crackling with power as we fought for supremacy.

But I could feel the cold fingers of despair tightening around my heart. Mary Sue's strength was beyond anything I had ever faced before, her attacks coming with a speed and ferocity that left me reeling. And as the battle raged on, I knew that victory was far from assured.

And then, disaster struck. In a blinding flash of light and searing agony, Mary Sue's blade found its mark, slicing through my defences with a precision that was both terrifying and unnatural. I felt the searing pain of steel tearing through flesh, the world spinning as I stumbled backward, my computation orb flickering with instability as blood poured from my wounds.

As I plummeted towards the ground, my vision swimming with darkness, a curse rose unbidden to my lips. I cursed Being X, the puppet master who had orchestrated this nightmare, his unholy powers amplifying Mary Sue's abilities to monstrous proportions. I cursed his arrogance and his cruelty, his insatiable thirst for control driving us all to the brink of madness. Even on the brink of death, my mind was clear as to its nature. It was no God but merely a malevolent entity bent on sadistic conquest of my soul.

But even as I railed against the heavens, I knew that my words were nothing more than a futile gesture of defiance in the face of overwhelming horror. For in this world of war and suffering, there was no room for gods or miracles, only the relentless march of death and destruction. And as the darkness closed in around me, I cursed Being X with every ounce of bitterness and hatred that burned within my soul, welcoming the cold embrace of death as a release from the torment of his twisted machinations.

On hindsight, my hope may have been in vain. Was it not the same Being X that ended my first life and reborn me into my second? And as if in defiance of the engulfing darkness, a faint glimmer of light emerges in the distance, its glow casting long shadows across the void. Yet, unlike the ominous presence of Being X, this light exudes a sense of ancient wisdom and benevolence, resonating with the essence of the world itself.

I feel a stirring in the depths of my being, a primal recognition of something greater than myself, something older than time itself. It calls out to me, its voice a whisper on the wind, promising guidance and salvation in the face of overwhelming despair.

The faint light grew brigther, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. And though uncertainty looms on the horizon, I am drawn irresistibly forward, compelled by a force greater than my own, a force that transcends mortal understanding.

With each step towards the light, I feel the weight of despair lifting from my shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of determination and resolve. For even in the darkest of times, I will not yield to despair. I will let the light guide me, carving my own path through the shadows and emerging victorious against all odds.

For I am Tanya Degurechaff, and as I have done and always will do, I will face whatever challenges come my way with an indomitable will. Let the light guide me, for it is my beacon of hope in this world of uncertainty and darkness.

As I stirred from my slumber, the world around me came alive with the gentle cooing of voices, a soft melody that wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. Slowly, I opened my eyes, greeted by the sight of two towering figures leaning over me, their faces filled with warmth and affection.

The first figure was tall and imposing, with fiery red hair that gleamed in the sunlight like flames dancing on the wind. His eyes, a brilliant shade of blue, sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and tenderness as he peered down at me. His presence felt comforting, like the warmth of a hearth on a cold winter's night.

Beside him stood a woman of ethereal beauty, her long golden hair cascading around her like a shimmering waterfall. Her eyes, a serene shade of blue, radiated kindness and wisdom, and as she smiled down at me, I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

Sensing movement to my left, I turned my head. Next to me was a toddler, her features delicate and her eyes bright with intelligence and curiosity. Her hair, a vibrant shade of red, framed her face like a fiery halo, and as our eyes met, I felt a surge of something akin to recognition wash over me.

There was something in the toddler's eyes, a spark of intelligence and curiosity that mirrored my own. It was as if we shared a connection that transcended words, a silent understanding that bound us together in this strange and wondrous world.

As I studied her, I could sense a depth to her gaze, a wisdom far beyond her years. It was a strange feeling, this unspoken connection between us, and as we gazed at each other in silent wonder, I couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with this mysterious toddler beside me.

But what struck me as most peculiar was the realisation that I was similar in size to the toddler. It was a bewildering revelation, and for a moment, I felt a surge of uncontrollable panic grip my chest.

"Namárie melmë nyarna Náranisë ar Caranyáralinë. Atar ar amil lá ává. (Hello, my beautiful daughters Náranisë and Caranyáralinë. Papa and Mama are here.)" The melodic voice of the man reached my ears, its warmth wrapping around me like a familiar embrace. I turned my head back to the two towering figures. The unknown words flowed from the man's lips, his voice resonating with a comforting tone that eased my apprehension.

As I looked into the eyes of the figures before me, I felt a sense of reassurance wash over me. Instinctually, I knew that they were my parents, my protectors in this strange and wondrous world, and as they gazed at me with such love and adoration, I knew that I was safe.

With a small giggle escaping my lips, I felt a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. As if bewitched, my hands reached out towards them, my tiny fingers grasping at the air in a playful manner. The man, who I assumed to be my father, reacted with a gentle chuckle, his eyes alight with warmth and affection. In one swift motion, he scooped me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest with a tenderness that filled my heart with joy.

Enveloped in his embrace, I felt a sense of security unlike anything I had ever known. The warmth of his touch, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, it all served to reassure me that I was safe, loved, and cherished.

At the corner of my eye, I saw the woman, who I assumed to be my mother, bending down to pick up the toddler beside me. With a gentle smile playing on her lips, she scooped the child into her arms, cradling her close as she planted a soft kiss on her rosy cheek. Her eyes, shining with love and affection, mirrored the warmth and tenderness that radiated from her husband, filling the room with an atmosphere of boundless love and joy.

As we were carried by our parents out of the room side by side, I couldn't help but notice the resemblance between the toddler beside me and our parents. Her features carried echoes of both my father's and mother's, suggesting she was my sister. I tried my best to glance at the sights that greeted me along the way, but my toddler neck made it a bit hard to quickly turn my head left and right.

The hallway was unlike anything I had ever seen before, its walls adorned with strange symbols and patterns that seemed to shimmer and shift in the flickering torchlight. Each step we took echoed softly against the polished stone floor, the sound resonating through the empty corridor like a distant heartbeat.

Strange runes were etched into the walls, their intricate designs glowing softly with an otherworldly light that cast eerie shadows across the corridor. I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the sight, my eyes wide with curiosity as I tried to make sense of the unfamiliar symbols. It felt like the air was alive with a strange energy, a tingling sensation that prickled against my skin as we moved through the corridor.

I could hear the murmurs of voices echoing in the distance, their words strange and unfamiliar to my ears. The hallway seemed to stretch on endlessly, twisting and turning until I had lost all sense of direction.

Amidst the bewildering surroundings, a peculiar realisation dawned upon me. Stealing glances at my parents and my sister, I noticed the distinct shape of their ears – long and pointed, akin to the depictions of elves I had seen in cartoons during my previous life. It was a strange revelation, one that stirred a mixture of curiosity and confusion within me.

But it wasn't until my small fingers traced the contours of my own ears that the truth fully dawned on me. They were just as pointed as those of my parents and my sister. A surge of questions flooded my mind as I considered the implications. Were our pointed ears simply a genetic trait passed down through our family, a hereditary feature that linked us to a distant ancestor? Or could they be the result of some environmental factor, a quirk of biology shaped by our surroundings?

The notion of a genetic defect lingered in the back of my mind. Could our pointed ears be considered abnormal in the eyes of this world, a deviation from the norm that marked us as different? It was a troubling thought. Genetic defects could range from the benign to the serious. I couldn't help but wonder if other parts of my body were affected as well. Would this condition affect our lifespan? These questions swirled in my mind, adding to the uncertainty of my current situation.

My thoughts were quickly pushed aside as we reached what looked like a grand archway. Its ancient stones glimmering like a thousand stars. The archway was adorned with symbols and carvings of unknown origin, their meaning lost to me. The hall that greeted us beyond the grand archway was a sight to behold. Its vast expanse stretched out before us, lit by the soft glow of torches that flickered along the walls. The architecture was both elegant and imposing, with towering columns rising high into the air and intricate patterns etched into the stone.

The air was filled with a faint scent of incense, mingling with the sounds of distant laughter and music. Tapestries lined the walls, depicting scenes of battles and heroic deeds from ages past. Yet, despite the grandeur of the hall, there was an air of tranquillity that hung over it, as if time itself had slowed within its walls.

At the far end of the hall stood a group of figures, their silhouettes outlined against the soft light. As we approached, they stepped forward, their faces still obscured by the shadows. But even from a distance, I could sense a palpable aura of authority and nobility emanating from them.

They greeted us with warm smiles and welcoming gestures, their voices echoing through the hall like the soft melody of a forgotten song. As we drew closer, I glanced at my parents, their faces alight with excitement and anticipation.

"Maitimo, haryalyë, ar man siro cáliel ninquë caritani! (My eldest son, Maitimo, come forth, and permit me a glimpse of my grandchildren!)" said one of the figures, his voice resonating with authority and warmth, as he moved closer to my father and, consequently, to me. He was tall and commanding, with an aura of regal bearing that seemed to command the very air around him. His features were sharp and angular, with piercing eyes that glinted with a fierce intelligence. Long, flowing hair cascaded down his back like a river of flame, framing a face that bore both the weight of ageless wisdom and the fire of boundless passion. Yet, despite the fiery aura surrounding him, his hair was as black as the night, a stark contrast to the flames that danced in his eyes. His presence filled the room with a palpable energy, and his words carried a weight that commanded the attention of all who were present. His ears, just like my family's, were pointed. It seemed to be a common trait for the people here, perhaps indicating a shared lineage or heritage.

His ageless eyes bore into mine and then shifted to my sister's, who met his gaze with a defiant stare. It was evident that she possessed a spirited nature, one that could potentially lead her into conflicts. As I observed her, I couldn't help but sense the need for her to learn patience and tact in her interactions with others, lest her confrontational demeanour result in trouble. I think it would be wise to guide her towards a more diplomatic approach, tempering her fiery spirit with wisdom and understanding, lest she jeopardize both our lives with a single glance askance.

I was suddenly taken aback as the man burst into joyous laughter. "Hahahaha!" he exclaimed. Then, in that unknown melodic language, he spoke loudly to everyone in the hall."Quentu! Quentu i fána ar úquenya nárya nanyë! Lórë Noldóva, ar Finwëo, ar Fëanorwë lin nárëo coivë! (Behold! Behold the beauty and strength of my granddaughters! The blood of the Noldor, of Finwë, and of Fëanor flows mightily within them!)".

The man then turned to my father and mother, still smiling widely. They spoke animatedly in a very happy tone, their voices filled with excitement and joy. Once in a while, they would glance at me or my sister, their eyes shining with pride and affection. It was quite obvious that they were talking about us, discussing our presence and perhaps our future. The only thing I could do was glance around at their faces with the hope of trying to understand what they were speaking about. It was not a language that I had ever heard before, adding to the mystery of my new existence. Most probably, I had been reborn into an entirely different world this time, and not just an alternate reality like previously. Two words stood out to me. Tánie and Ráncó. Tanie sounding similar to my previous name of Tanya. If I was right than Ranco would be my sister's name.

As I turned to look over at my sister, I was surprised to see a bored expression on her face. It struck me as odd; it seemed out of place for a child. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind. It seemed that I would need to have a good talk with her soon... at least when I gained the ability to speak and understand whatever language was used here.

Author's Notes:-

Hmmm... Just getting this idea out of my head. Lets see where this goes.

Characters :-

Tánie / Náranisë – Tanya Von Degurechaff.

Ráncó / Caranyáralinë – Ranma / Ranko Saotome.

Vanyafindë / Elemírë – Mother of Tánie and Ráncó. Princess of the Vanyar Elves. Granddaughter of Ingwë, the High King of the Vanyar.

Finwë – High King of the Noldor Elves.

Fëanor – First born son of Finwë and Míriel Serindë. Grandfather to Tánie and Ráncó.

Nerdanel – Wife of Fëanor. Grandmother to Tánie and Ráncó.

Fingolfin / Nolofinwë – Second born son of Finwë and Indis.

Finarfin / Arafinwë – Third born son of Finwë and Indis.

Írimë / Írimon - Daughter and youngest child of Finwë and Indis

Indis / Findis - The second wife of Finwë. Princess of the Vanyar elves and daughter of Ingwë, the High King of the Vanyar.

Sons of Feanor:

Maedhros / Maitimo / Nelyafinwë / Nelyo / Russandol – Father of Tánie and Ráncó.

Maglor / Makalaurë – Uncle.

Celegorm / Tyelkormo – Uncle.

Caranthir / Morifinwë – Uncle.

Curufin / Kurufinwë – Uncle.

Amrod / Pityafinwë – Uncle. Twin to Amras.

Amras / Telufinwë - Uncle. Twin to Amrod.

Children of Fingolfin:

Fingon / Findekáno

Turgon / Turukáno

Aredhel / Ar-Feiniel

Argon / Arafinwë

Írildë / Idril / Celebrindal - Daughter of Turgon, Granddaughter of Fingolfin

Children of Finarfin:

Finrod Felagund / Findaráto / Findaráfin

Arothir / Arothir / Arakáno

Angrod / Angaráto)

Galadriel / Alatáriel / Artanis)