DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters or anything created by Tamora Pierce. And the phrase A dream is a wish your heart makes belongs to Disney....... So don't sue me, please! However, Anne, Mary, and Eva are MINE! This is my first piece of fan fiction, so I hope you enjoy, and please review, if you feel so inclined.... :)


Eva sighed, looking down at the small paperback in her hands. What she wouldn't give to be in Daine's shoes...She stood up and shook back her shoulder length curly hair, looking into the mirror. When her appearance was commented on, it was commonly said that she had classic beauty, or as Eva knew they really meant to say but were to kind, she was plain and unremarkable. Eighteen years old, unkissed and untouched. But from the looks of the guys she knew, it didn't seem to her that she was missing anything. That attitude had earned her the the nickname Old Maid' from her younger sisters, Anne and Mary. They were far more attractive and vivacious of nature, where as she was more inclined to escape to the realms of her literary idols, or practice her music. For that is where Eva was not so ordinary. She had an uncanny gift of song. When she played upon her piano, passers-by stopped and listened as the notes reached them through the windows or screen door, and when she sang, the tones were pure and bell-like. Untrained and untamed, they held not an ounce of fakeness.

It was the knowledge that she had an inner beauty, that kept Eva sane. Anne and Mary were not just pretty, they were gorgeous. Inside and out. Eva loved them, as much as an older sister could, but it was getting harder and harder to pretend she wasn't hurt when relatives, friends, or even strangers would gush on about how aren't your sisters just the most beautiful young women? I have never seen anyone like them.. and so on. Just that day, a girl at her lunch table had asked her if it was difficult to be seen with her sisters, as they looked the way they did. Eva knew they didn't mean it to be cruel, it was the truth. But, sometimes the truth hurt.

In a fit of self consciousness, Eva retreated to the sanctuary of her room, opening the curtain of her closet and exposing the wide array of fantasy clothing. She grinned, as she sighted her spring green cloak. She removed it from it's hanger, and placed it about her shoulders. The voluminous fabric dwarfed her 5'3 frame, making her look more petite than she actually was. That didn't matter; she was no longer Eva the Invisible. In her mind's eye, she was beautiful, courageous, and a heroine like Daine. Opening the fourth installment of The Immortal's series, The Realms of the Gods,' she began to read.

She didn't put down the book until 11:09 that evening. Stifling a yawn, she set the book on the floor next to her bed, and reached groggily over to set her alarm for 4:30 am. War in Tortall or no war in Tortall, she still had to attend school in the morning. Oblivious to the fact that she was still wearing her cloak, Eva flopped on top of her covers, and flicked the light switch off. Just as the fog of slumber overtook her, she glimpsed the clock. The time was 11:11. She made a mental request to save' her wish, and then unconsciousness took over.