A/N: I had this idea a while ago, but I never got around top writing it until now. OC is loosely based off me. Loosley! Anyway, enjoy! (My first chappie story! Yay!)

Lost in Reality

Chapter 1: The Wish

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SARINA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" Everyone was singing at my birthday party, and were starting on the hip-hip-hoorays when my mother walked into the room. She was carrying the best cake that I had ever seen! It was a circular cake, with green icing, and sitting on top, sculpted out of various moulded and iced cake pieces, was the most detailed cake dragon ever. To make things even better, the dragon was purple, my favourite colour! The cake base had thirteen candles around the dragon.

My eyes were wide at the sight of it, as I wondered the amount of time it would take to make something like that! Then I remembered my mother trying to usher me out of the kitchen so that I couldn't see what she was doing. Probably making the cake.

Standing next to me was my best friend Ellie. She had her mouth wide open and was drooling slightly from the sight of the cake. My mother set the cake down at the dinner table in front of me, and I just sat there, staring at it. That is, until my uncle prodded me in the back and handed me a knife. Wait a second, they want me to cut this beautiful cake? What about the dragon! I don't want to do that! I thought.

"It's a chocolate cake," my Mum whispered into my ear. That did it. I was going to cut that cake and eat it!

"If the knife comes out dirty you have to kiss the nearest boy!" My uncle yelled. That's just great. I sighed and grabbed my dad, pulling him by the sleeve over to the cake. In my family, we always make the first cut of the cake before we blow out the candles.

I was a little bit confused as to where to make the first cut, as it towered above as well. I decided to cut its tail off. Ellie looked at me, shocked that I had just cut the tail off a dragon, even if it was made out of cake. I love dragons, to me they are the best non-existent thing in the world.

As luck would have it, too, the knife came out dirty, covered in chocolate cake. I gave my dad a quick peck on the cheek before scowling at my big brother, who had taken a photo. I set my eyes back on the cake dragon with the disembodied appendage, and blew out the candles. I scrunched my nose, closed my eyes and wished.

I wish that Ranger's Apprentice was real, and that I can meet Will and Halt and Gilan.

I opened my eyes and everybody was clapping. As the night went by, I saw the dragon slowly disappear into the mouths of my guests, as they chatted and danced and, generally, partied. Ellie kept asking me what I wished for, and all I told her was that it had something to do with Ranger's Apprentice. She looked at me with growing excitement, we had both read book one to book ten of Ranger's Apprentice and we loved them. It was all that we talked about, really.

"Soo, Sarina, did you ask if you could you could get a bow and arrow set?" Ellie asked teasingly.

"No, my grandad got me one, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, forgot about that!"

"I haven't even opened most of my presents yet. Too many, everybody thinks that it's such a big deal being a teenager,"

"Well you can't avoid it. I'm afraid you're just going to have to cope being an oldie like me!"

Ellie had had her thirteenth birthday just a month ago. She had a Ranger's Apprentice birthday party. Mine was better. It had dragons.

"Let's go outside," Ellie suggested. Well, not really suggested as she was pulling me towards the back door. We walked outside and sat down on one of the chairs that had been unfolded on the lawn. We were lucky when we bought the house, to have such a big backyard. It was about half the size of an oval.

"So, do you want to play tip?" Ellie asked me.

I raised an eyebrow (Yes I picked that up from Ranger's Apprentice) and told her "After I've just eaten a massive slice of cake? Not bloody likely."

"Awww, come on! You know you want to play! Look! TIP!" She tackled me to the ground as she said 'tip' and got up straight away, running off. I started chasing her, giving an annoyed growl. She squealed as I tackled her.

"Tip. Now I already said that I wasn't going to play!" I scolded her as I walked off. Pretty soon after she tackled me again. That was the last straw. I couldn't let her get away with the last tip! We played 'tackle tip' for the rest of the night, until her parents arrived to pick her up. Our methods for playing tip were very tomboyish I admit, but it was fun at least.

Everybody eventually left, and I went to bed. It was rather hot that night and I went to sleep thinking, Don't you love typical Australian weather... I was totally unaware of the surprises that I would get the next morning.