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in her belt. A sharp thingy was always handy to have on an adventure.
    The bugs began moving, and Tink followed. They led her through the forest to an outcropping of rock that overlooked a valley. Ta-da! Tink looked across the valley, and there it was. “The stone arch! Blaze, we made it. We’re here.”
    One of the pill bugs rubbed up against her ankle. Grateful for his help, Tink leaned over and gave him a pat on the head. “Thank you so much.”
    Tinker Bell and Blaze waved good-bye to the bugs and set out in the direction of the arch. “Great to have friends who’ll help you out, huh?” she whispered to him.
    Even though she had every reason to be happy, she couldn’t help feeling sad. She had once had a friend back home who would help her, too. Tinker Bell bowed her head in sorrow. That friendship was over now.

    Back in Pixie Hollow, Terence sat with his own head bowed. He needed some advice. “I know Tink is my best friend,” he said sadly. “We should just forgive each other. Someone just needs to take the first step.”
    “Who?” Terence’s companion asked.
    “I think it should be Tink,” Terence said promptly.
    “Who?”
    “Tink. She blamed me for breaking the scepter.”
    “Who?”
    Terence looked up and met his companion’s gaze. His companion blinked and turned his head all the way around. Owls really are amazing, Terence thought.
    “Who?” the owl asked again. He looked straight at Terence. “Who?”
    Terence began to understand. He should be the one to go to Tinker Bell. “Me,” Terence answered. “Me!” A smile spread across his face. “Thank you so much, Mr. Owl. You know what? You truly are the wisest of all the creatures.”
    Terence flew toward Tink’s house. He needed to talk to her.
    He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Hey, Tink! It’s me. Look, I know you’re mad at me. But there’s something I need to tell you.”
    Terence waited, but there was no answer from inside the house.
    Cautiously, he opened the door. “Anyone home?”
    Still no answer. Terence entered the house and shut the door behind him. There was a strange, musty stillness in the air. He stepped carefully over the broken pieces of the scepter that had caused so much trouble between him and Tink.
    Something glittering on the floor drew his attention. His eyes widened. He kneeled down and scooped up a handful of dust. He examined it closely and gasped. Oh, no! In the dust he could clearly see tiny pieces of the moonstone.
    That could only mean one thing: The moonstone had broken.
    This was a disaster. A tragedy. He looked around. No wonder the house was empty. Tink was gone. But where?
    Terence went to her desk, looking for clues. As soon as he saw her diagram for a balloon and a checklist of things to take, he understood the situation. It wasn’t good.
    Tink had sailed away in a homemade balloon—and she was alone.

    Tinker Bell trudged through the valley. Her heart felt almost as heavy as her feet. “It’s our last day, Blaze. We’ve got to find that shipwreck soon.”
    They came to the edge of a chasm. Though Tinker Bell was out of pixie dust, there were always a few specks clinging to a fairy’s wings. Tink fanned her wings as hard as she could and felt a little lift.
    She flung herself forward and held her breath. She barely managed to get across the chasm. Her hands scrambled wildly to hold on and keep her from slipping off the edge. As soon as she was on her feet again, Blaze let out a squeak and pointed to a tunnel.
    A tunnel? Tink didn’t remember anything about a tunnel in Lyria’s story. But all tunnels led somewhere, and Tink had nothing left to lose. So she took a deep breath and dove into the dark opening with Blaze right behind her.

W hen Tink and Blaze came out the other end of the tunnel, they found themselves in a thick forest. A covered bridge encrusted with thorny thickets stretched out ahead of them. Two stone trolls guarded the entrance.
    Tink put one foot on the