If Wishes Came True
Piratewench5309
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. All belongs to the mouse. Except for Senna. Don't ask me who she belongs to, not even she knows.
Chapter 2: Making Wishes
Aly was drifting off to sleep when a familiar, crisp voice whispered in her ear, There's a girl. You get some rest. The Isles will give you all the interesting things you can stand. Kyprioth added, and so will I.
A slightly infuriated seventeen year old cast down the book on her nightstand. She had already finished Trickster's Queen, the book she had been waiting for all year, not more than three days after she finally got her hands on it. Not to say she was dissatisfied with the book, anything but, she had loved it. However, she had been hoping for at least a few more days' entertainment out of it.
She lay down in bed and sighed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking of the wonderful world Pierce had invented. She had been reading these books since she was ten years old and had just finished the 22nd book in her "series". Every time she put down one of Pierce's books she longed to be a part of the world they took place in. It seemed like she was just supposed to be there. She sighed once more and glanced at the clock. It was 2:45 a.m. She had started reading after she had gotten ready for bed at 11:00. How time flies she thought.
"I just wish that I could be a part of their world. Just for a little while." She pleaded to no one in particular. She looked back up at the ceiling, tracing little patterns with her eyes.
"You're wish is my command." She heard from the corner of her bedroom. The girls' eyes flashed over towards the voice and went wide with amazement.
"Who are you?" She asked incredulously, "No. I know who you are. What are you doing in my bedroom?" She backed up against the wall, fear and excitement taking over her body.
"Well, I needed a favor and you made a wish, I was hoping we could help each other out." The trickster god returned with a grin on his face.
"What could you possibly need me to help you with?" She asked.
"Well, I need to play a trick on a friend of mine. Perhaps you've heard of her, Alianne of Pirate's Swoop and Olau. Daughter of Alanna and George of the same." He said, his eyes twinkling.
"Of course I've heard of her, but if you think I can trick her than you've got another thing coming!" She yelped. Her mind was in little pieces she could hardly believe what was going on.
"All you have to do is walk around and look pretty, enjoy yourself at Dove's court. The trick is in the fact that she will never guess where you came from." Kyprioth answered with a grin.
Her eyes grew large at the prospect of this. Hadn't she just wished to be in that world? A lady at Queen Dovasary's court, nothing could please her more.
"You're offering to make me a noble woman at Queen Dovasary's court?" She asked.
"If that's what you want." He replied.
"If I wanted to be one of her ladies in waiting?" She asked hesitantly.
"That can be arranged. All I require is that you deliver a message to Aly as soon as you get to the palace and that you try and keep yourself out of too much trouble." He looked at her and she nodded. "There is a trunk over there for you to pack anything you'd like," She glanced to where he pointed and saw that there was indeed a beautiful oak trunk with silver inlays and a heavy lock. "Also, you'll need an alias, you're normal name simply won't do."
She looked at him trying to think of a new name for herself. Out of the blue something just came to her "Sennaria" she said, "Senna, for short. How do you like it?" she asked.
"Beautiful," Kyprioth replied, "Fit for a lady. Hurry up and pack Lady Senna, everyone is waiting for you." The lid to the trunk popped open in the corner. "When you're finished packing, snap the lid shut and I'll come back. Until then, Au revoir!" and with that Kyprioth disappeared.
Senna rushed through her room, quietly so as not to wake her family, and gathered things she wanted to take. Undergarments, a couple of dresses she had from the renaissance festival (she figured she'd ask Kyprioth for a couple more), her mp3 player, a journal, some calligraphy pens, all the jewelry she could find and her stuffed dog Sparrow. As Senna kept pouring things into the trunk haphazardly she noticed that it wasn't getting full. No matter how much she put in, the trunk never reached past a certain level of it capacity. This gave her an idea. She took every book in her room, and poured them into the trunk, along with all her art supplies and her violin. The last thing she tossed in was her favorite picture of her and her friends, taken at the renaissance festival. It included her dressed as a gypsy, another gypsy, a hobbit, a footman, two peasant girls, a man in a black shirt and a jailer named "the kiwi". In the picture, the footman, dressed in green livery was proposing to the jailer and every one was laughing with glee. Cut out of another picture and added to this one in the corner was two blonde girls and one guy dressed in formals. The shorter girl was in red and black and the taller one in black and white. The boy wore a black and gold suit. On the other side of the picture was another add on of a tallish boy in a black and blue suit with long dark hair and hazel eyes.
Senna gazed fondly at the picture(s) and placed it gently on top of all her things. With this she slammed the trunk shut and sat atop it, waiting patiently for Kyprioth who appeared in a flash.
"Okay then," he said. "I've made some arrangements. You will be staying in the house of Duke Nomru of Malubesang for tonight. The day after tomorrow, you will set out for Rajmuat by sea. It should not take you too long; I dare say the wind will be with you. As soon as you get to the palace, give this note to Aly, whom Duke Nomru will introduce you to, and after that you're on your own. You will be in Rajmuat for approximately one month; how you spend it is up to you." Kyprioth smiled benevolently at her as he handed her the note. "Good luck child, you may need it."
Suddenly Kyprioth disappeared and everything went black. When she opened her eyes she was lying in bed in the dark with a deathly headache. She looked around her, it was unmistakable she was in the year 468 of the Human Era. She grinned and let her head hit the pillow as she gained some well deserved sleep.
