Tinker Bell and the Lost Treasure by Disney Digital Books Read Free Book Online

scepter would be a success.
    Tinker Bell was volatile, but she was also talented and dedicated. The new scepter was sure to be the most beautiful and magical ever designed. And the tinker fairies would have good reason to be proud.

    By sunset, Tink was journeying across the sea in her balloon. Time was running out. Only two more days until the Autumn Revelry. “I don’t understand, Blaze. We should have seen land by now.”
    Blaze was sympathetic but sleepy. He yawned. “You go ahead and get some rest,” Tinker Bell said. “I’ll take the first watch.”
    Blaze didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately curled up on a bag and fell asleep. His light flickered on and off in time with his gentle snoring.
    Tink took the rudder and stared out into the dark sky, trying to discern some sign of land. All she saw was the moonlight reflecting on the ocean surface below.
    Soon the soft rhythm of Blaze’s snores began to lull her, and as the balloon headed into a large fogbank, her head tipped down and she fell fast asleep.

    BANG!
    “I’m awake! I’m awake!” Tinker Bell yelled in startled surprise. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. It was daytime, and the balloon had just collided with something. But what?
    She looked over the side of the basket. “I’m in a tree. This must be the lost island!” she cried. She rubbed her eyes again and stared hard into the distance, where she was pretty sure she saw an arch. “There it is! The stone arch from the story!”
    Thrilled, Tink grabbed the anchor and hurled it off the balloon, watching as it hooked itself onto a branch. She turned to Blaze. “You stay here and guard the balloon. I’ll be right back.”
    Without waiting for an answer, Tink took off, flying as fast as she could toward the arch.
    She got closer … and closer … and closer. Suddenly, she had a clear view of the “arch.” “No!” she wailed. Without the mist and the blur of sleep in her eyes, she could see that the arch was not an archway made of stone—it was only two dead trees twisted together. Her eyes had been playing tricks on her.
    She heard Blaze buzzing behind her. “Not now,” she said, trying to brush him away. “This is supposed to be a rock arch. Not a twisty, branchy tree arch.”
    Blaze circled Tink’s head in a tizzy, but she ignored him. She needed to think. Now what? She had come all this way and had no idea which direction to take.
    Blaze became more persistent, pulling and pulling at her hair. “What has gotten into you?” she demanded, whirling around to glance at him. Then she saw what he was trying to tell her. “Blaze!” she gasped. “Where’s the balloon?”
    Blaze launched into an elaborate pantomime, pointing into the distance and pretending to blow with the wind.
    “It’s gone? My compass? My supplies? My pixie dust? Why didn’t you warn me?”
    Blaze rolled his eyes and cocked his head, as if to say, “What do you think I’ve been trying to do?”
    Tinker Bell felt her face get flushed. She hated it when other fairies—or bugs—were right. “Okay. Okay. We’ll get back to that later. Right now we’ve got to catch that balloon.” Tink fanned her wings and took off, with Blaze flying close beside her.
    The wind was definitely blowing hard, and Tink could see why the balloon had sailed away. A leaf came tumbling through the air and smacked the little firefly.
    “Blaze!” Tinker Bell cried. She turned to check on her friend and a second leaf smacked right into her, knocking her backward. Tink peeled it away, still going as fast as she could, only to fly into a thick branch. WHAM! She hit her head, hard, and the next thing she knew, the whole world went black.

W hen Tink came to, she was groggy, and in a forest. She sat up and looked around. To her amazement, she saw Terence and the compass. They were only a few feet away. Terence started toward her. “Tink. I’m so sorry. I—”
    “Terence,” Tink gasped. “How did you get here?”
    Terence