This is new story I'd been thinking about so much lately. It starts a bit slow and there will be some things which you won't understand in the, say, first 7-8 chapters. Things will start clearing up after that. But, as I write this, bear with me, for this story is especially close to my heart. This is basically a self-insert fan fiction.

Some basic info:
Pairings: EdwardxOC (self-insert) and other Normal Canon Pairings
No OOC, though some vital character development will take place of the major characters.
All in 1st Person POV
Slow story development in the beginning
RATING: M-RATED in some parts

Disclaimer: Original characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. Other characters are mine.

Book I: Echoes of Infinity

Chapter 1: Where am I?

October 13, 2024, India

I was fuming while my mother laid me down on the bed and adjusted me so that I could sleep properly. How dare he?! How could he just say that?! Like I hadn't thought about it a hundred times before? But this time, hearing it said aloud… it hurt. More than I'd ever admit.

My tear ducts were just begging to work overtime, but I forced myself to not allow them. My body internally shook with fury. I clenched my jaws to keep my mouth shut so that I didn't end up saying something stupid that I'd regret later.

Would he regret those words next morning?

Thoughts darted around my head, jumbled and chaotic, as I struggled to shut my brain down. I tried going through my usual playlist of calming pop songs, but it was of no use; all the ones that came to mind were either angsty or furious.

And somehow, despite my mother tongue being so soft and soothing, my thoughts were sprinting in English—a language for sarcasm, for all the things I wanted to say but couldn't, for all the curses I wanted to spout out.

A rational part of my brain whispered that it was just teenage hormones.

My anger did not subside even as I slowly calmed down. Thoughts claimed my mind and I found myself wishing to just go anywhere else. All I could think of was being anywhere but here. Somewhere far away, where every word wasn't a potential trap. A world where people understood me, did not judge me. I wanted to escape, even if it meant slipping into one of the storybook worlds I'd loved since I was a child. Harry Potter's magical castle, The Land of Stories, Kirrin Island with the Famous Five, Twilight's hidden mysteries—anywhere.

But, as the old saying goes… Be careful what you wish for.

- EoI -

Unknown Date, Unknown Place

I woke up with an aching shoulder and my head sinking into a pillow. I was confused; I distinctly remembered not falling asleep with a pillow beneath my head.

Still, I felt much more refreshed than I had in a long time—and long means long. What was the time? Neither of my parents had let me sleep this late in at least half a year.

I opened my eyes, expecting to see the usual monotone baby pink colour of our bedroom wall. But the sight which greeted my eyes was entirely unexpected.

The first thing I saw was a sloshy brown substance. I gingerly touched it. It was… mud? I turned my head to look up and I was greeted by thick, dark brown trunks and deep green foliage. I frowned and blinked a few times. Nothing changed. I pinched my cheek to check if I was dreaming. Negative Result.

Where was I?

Hoping to prove myself wrong just as a morbid thought crept into my mind, I called out, "Baba? Ma!"

My call was answered only by the loud chirping of some kind of bird. I shouted again. Nothing.

A cold feeling of dread crept up my chest. I had never been in a physically helpless situation without my parents (once before, when I was five, but that didn't count—they were right outside the room).

I said 'physically helpless' because I require my parents' help for even the most basic of physical needs. And, before you ask, no, I am not a child. I hope that much is clear from my language.

You see, I suffer from a rare disease. But now was not the time to discuss this. If I was indeed alone—in the middle of a freaking forest, no less—I needed to collect my wits and think of a plan.

I closed my eyes and thought for a minute. An idea started forming in my mind. Crazy idea but… Was it worth trying?

I touched my back to check the scar was still there. It was, though fainter. Okay… Good sign.

I rolled over on my stomach, then, trying to remember the technique I last used three years back, I tried to get up.

And tried means in the literal sense: tried. The mud caused my palm to keep slipping again and again. My muscles were not used to such stress, and my shoulders and upper arms were aching within minutes.

I felt something tiny and wet hit my back. I pushed myself to the side to see what it was, just as another drop landed on me.

It was a raindrop. And another. And another.

Within seconds, the sky was pouring. I was completely soaked. Frustrated and helpless, I hit the ground with my fist and groaned.

Wait a second. Rewind.

I hit the ground with my… fist?