The air in here is just as dusty and warm as usual, but I don't mind it. Actually, I really adore it. It reminds me of all the people who's been here, of how timeworn and lovely this place is.

"Hello!" I say to Mrs. Clark, the librarian. She gives me a friendly smile and I gladly return it.

"Do you want any help, dear?" she asks, brown eyes old but filled with delight. I envy her and the profession she has, so much I think I might break sometimes.

"No thanks, I'm just gonna return those." Showing her the books in my arms, I smile even brighter. My mom taught me well, and I always make sure to be the politest and most respectful to elderly people. It has gotten me far over the years.

"And picking up some new ones, I hope."

"Of course." With a wink in Mrs. Clark's direction I begin my journey through the maze of bookshelves. Every step is familiar, every scent and every touch. I swear I could probably find my way through this library blindfolded and deaf by now.

But I quickly change my mind when I fall off my feet and hit the carpeted floor with a thump. The books I've carried spill around me and heat rises to the apples of my cheeks. It doesn't seem like anyone heard, because the library is hushed as before. I brush my dark blonde fallouts behind my ears and awkwardly make my way up from the floor. The books I dropped are nowhere to be seen. I wrinkle my brows and scratch my nose in confusion.

"Mrs. Clark?" I call, but get no answer. "Are you there?"

Uneasiness claws in my stomach, but I try to ignore it. Maybe I never dropped the books. Maybe I put them in their place before I fell. Maybe.

"Darling?" a voice says behind me, the voice of Mrs. Clark. I breathe out and feel my nerves relax.

"Yes?" I turn, but see no one. "Yes, Mrs. Clark?" once again, I get no answer.

Now, I can't really ignore the gnawing feeling anymore. The air somehow feels heavier, in a way I've never experienced before. I cling to my blue sweater and walk to where I came from, but stop dead in my tracks. It's a dead end.

"What?" I murmur to myself. This is exactly where I came from; I am 210% sure. But deciding I don't want to stay here anymore, I go against my instincts and walk the other way. My steps are quick, and only soft sounds are heard from shoes meeting the dark red mat. I don't like it; it makes everything sound too quiet, even too quiet for a library.

I fall once more, but this time, it's different. I fall, but never seem to land, which apparently I don't. Instead I find myself standing up on wobbly legs again, now with a book in my hands. I breathe heavily, my previously neatly made bun now loose around my shoulders. The book is rather small but extremely heavy for its size, like made out of gold. It looks like a notebook, bound in white textured leather. I sweep my fingers across it, feeling the cracks and smelling the papers. It's beautiful, in a simple and elegant way.

Curiously I open it to find a page full of text, regular text, like printed from a computer. It throws me off, why would anyone print out what they've written and then put it in their notebook? The question lingers in my head while the words in the book seem to get bigger and bigger. It doesn't feel weird, more calming in a way hard to describe. A quick wonder if I might be on drugs cross my mind, but I push it away. Of course I'm not, I tell myself.

With every passing second the book gets heavier and heavier, and the words get bigger and bigger, like they've floated out in the air. My body feels heavier as well, as well as my mind. Everything around me seems cloudy, until suddenly everything is gone.

The floor under me has somehow disappeared, and so have the bookshelves and the roof. It takes me a second to realize I'm falling through the sky. But when I do, I scream. Loud. My heart throbs in my chest and I try to grab something, anything that might be around me. I find nothing, so I hold onto myself instead. It feels like my eardrums are ripping apart and my lungs are being suffocated by too much air. My mind is no better, exploding into tiny pieces. After what feels like minutes my screaming stops, not because my falling stops, but because my throat burns. Instead, there's only screechy sound coming out.

"Help." I manage to utter, but get the exact opposite. Something slaps at my face and my body finds the strength to scream again. Another slap, and another. For all I know, it goes on for hours; slap after slap after slap till it feels like I'm bleeding all over. My scream doesn't stop though, not even when I hit something really hard, it only gets worse, for a while at least. Because then I stop falling, and I'm settled on something limply and uncomfortable. Not daring to open my eyes, I roll off the surface and burry my face in my hands; tears streaming down my face.

"What is happening? What is happening?" I whimper, pulling at my hair and fingers to see if I've still got everything attached. As I stumble around in my human ball, I accidently pull on something else than myself. My eyes fly open at the touch, and I crawl away. A person is in front of my. She's laying on her stomach, limbs slack and thin.

"Hello?" I ask, my heart racing. I get no answer, and I can't see any movement either. I bend toward her and brush some brown hair out of her face. It clings to her skin, red and sticky, and I choke on my breath. Her head is smashed and cracked, blood bleeding everywhere. I nearly scream again, but for some reason no sound comes out.

"What is going on?" a strong manly voice demands. I jump in shock; not knowing anyone else was here. The man is sitting on a diamond glass throne, a beautiful crown decorating his head. A king is the first thing that comes to mind. Beside him is a beautiful woman dressed in a long light blue dress, a glittering crown is seated on her head to. On the Kings other side, are two boys. They both have jet-black hair and contrasting pale skin. The leaner one has bright blue eyes, while the taller more muscular one has golden ones. They are both beautiful, just like their parents. Or at least, whom I assume are their parents. Everyone's mouths are hung open, eyes shocked with disbelief. I imagine I must look the same.

"Who are you?" the Queen stutters, though, she swiftly covers up her lack of nobility.

"I'm –I'm Nova Bellamy." I say, not daring not to answer a royalty. The floor around me is dirty and filled with broken glass, cracked wooden planks and splattered red blood. I can't help but look up, to where I figure I came from. Indeed I did, because there's a big whole in the ceiling, revealing a dark sky. Then, I take a look at myself. No blood, no broken bones, not even a single scrape as far as I can see or feel.

"How am I not hurt?" I shout. My heart is speeding as fast as my mind. Where am I? How did I survive a fall from the sky? Why am I in some kind of castle?

"Do you realize what you just did, girl?" the King scolds and I bring my eyes to him. "Do you realize that you fell through the ceiling and killed that girl? The girl who could not die!"

"I –I don't know?" my voice feels weak and unimportant against his. "Why couldn't she die?" I shake my head at the stupid question.

"Did you not hear the news?" it's time for the Queen to speak. "Didn't you see it? She fell down during Queens-trial, survived lightning and she's –well, we figured she is a long lost silver."

I frown. A silver? Queens-trial? Like in Red Queen? Wait, two princes, a King and a blonde Queen.

"Holy shit!" I blurt out, pressing my hands against my palm. "I'm in the freaking book!"

"Excuse me?" someone says, but I'm too busy mind-blowing.

"I'm in Red Queen! That was Mare! Holy shit, I killed Mare –you're Elara!" I spin my head around the room, taking in every detail single detail. Finally I direct my concentration to the boys. "Holy God! Cal, oh my God of course you look like that!"

"What?" he answers stupidly. I spare him no other word.

"And Maven! Holy mother of –you stupid boy, why in the world would you do that?"

"Quiet!" the King roars. "Sentinels! Bring her to the cells."

"No! Wait –" my sentence is cut short by strong hands gripping my arms, dragging me away and out of the room. "No! No, no, no! I need to get home! Take me home, I don't belong here! I was in the library, and then I got here. And then –then, and ..." my mind spins on cartwheels, and I can no longer form words. Frustrated and scared tears stream down my cheeks, and I realize I must be dreaming.

a/n: Hellooo! Thanks for reading the first chapter. God it was hard writing since it's been a month or so since I read Red Queen. I had to go back and read and find the details etc. Frustrating, but fun! Anyways, I really hope you liked it :)

What do you think about Nova? You think she'll fit in the Red Queen world?