If Wishes Were Horses…

Authors Note: This is written in response to a challenge by AnamariaSparrow! Sounds awesome, I have to warn you that this could get sort-of long. I'll post it on under Lykosdracos too. Hope you enjoy it!

Authors Note 2: I started to try and write this and I can't make a simpering Mary-Sue chick character, sorry, goes completely against the grain. So I'm going to do my best and hope you don't take points off for it.

Alexandria Chodas sat at her mahogany-wood writing desk staring off into space. With a pen poised in hand and a look of concentration on her face, she looked the epitome of a frustrated writer. Knowing no other way to release the sadness in her heart she had turned to writing for comfort. It was at times like these she cursed writers block.

Her grandmother had died a few days ago and while grief waged wars inside her, outwardly she had done her best to show no emotion. She used to go over twice a week after school until her parents could pick her up. Her mother was a firm believer in sticking to reality, not allowing anything fantastical or out of the ordinary into their house.

Iris, Alexandria's grandmother, had taught her all there was to know about the mystical realms that existed far beyond anything she could have imagined. Now she was gone and Alexandria could only convey herself through escaping to the worlds in which she wrote.

The door of her room was shut and locked, her mother didn't miss her anyway, she much rather preferred to spend time with her new boyfriend Rob than with her own daughter.

Alexandria took a small red-velvet box out from her pants pocket, it was the only thing she had to remember her grandmother by. The other members of the family had always considered Iris rather eccentric, with all her talk of other worlds and escaping from normality she scared them something terrible.

Opening the worn box gently she stared at the small black-onyx necklace that hung in the shape of a pirates flag. When it caught the light it almost seemed to move, and whenever there was a storm she would see it prominently against the white of her grandmothers shirt daring Poseidon to show his wrath.

Now it was hers and she'd not let anything happen to it. She clasped the two ends together so it hung around her neck and remembered the promise she made to her grandmother.

Feeling extremely injudicious she picked up the picture from a movie she had gone to see and repeated the words she had learned in litany:

"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Upon saying this wish to that world I will fly. To return or not is my choice to decide, to stay true to myself is th'only rule I'll abide. Nothing is set until full moon doth rise, and on the horizon is where my adventure lies. Take me there without further ado, this wish is nothing if not true."

She opened her eyes and sighed, why had she thought it would work? It was a story told to her over the years, she wondered if she had ever grown up. Instead of being a full eighteen years old, she was back to fifth grade mentality chanting those words over and over again so as not to forget.

Letting the necklace fall back underneath her shirt she had the sudden urge to fall asleep, not one to punish her body of needed rest, she did with her head on the laptop and her hand clutching a forgotten picture of a roguish-looking pirate.