Later that day, Tink flew off to the Book Nook. She had a feeling that she might be able to find the answer to her question there.

The library was a cozy little building tucked inside a hollow tree. As she entered, Tink passed by four fuzzy bookworms carrying stacks of books to reshelve.

Soon she found herself flittering down a long row of shelves crammed with dusty books. Under her breath, she read the titles aloud. “101 Uses for Pixie Dust. Beauty and the Bees.” She shook her head. “There’s got to be a wing book here somewhere,” she mumbled. “How to Avoid Hawks. Rules for Rainbow Riding. No…not that.” Her finger trailed along the row of spines as she scanned each title, looking for the right one.

Suddenly, a tattered-looking book caught her eye. She opened it and found that the pages had been chewed through. “Hey!” she exclaimed, poking her finger through the hole in the page. “Someone’s been eating the books!”

Nearby, a chubby bookworm looked up guiltily. A half-eaten page was sticking out of his mouth. He quickly gulped down the paper and inched away.

“Ugh,” Tinker Bell said, rolling her eyes.

She kept searching until, finally, she struck gold.

“Wingology!” she exclaimed. Tink reached for the book. It was shaped like fairy wings. But before she could grab it, the book magically took flight! Tinker Bell chased after it, causing a commotion throughout the library. The book slammed into stacks and shelves, knocking other books all over the floor. Finally, Tink pinned it down on one of the sturdy mushroom-cap tables. “Gotcha!” she cried.

A fairy wearing thick glasses at the next table cleared his throat. He seemed annoyed.

“Oh, sorry,” Tink apologized. Quietly, she began to flip through the pages. After a moment, she found just what she was looking for. “Sparkling! I knew it!” she cried.

She raised her hands triumphantly. The book took advantage of her distraction and tried to fly off once more. Tink slammed it back down.

Again, the fairy with glasses shot Tink a warning look.

“Sorry!” she whispered. Then she turned back to the book’s explanation of sparkling wings. “Oh, no!” she exclaimed. The page that had the answer to Tinker Bell’s question was chewed up. The bookworm must have gotten to it first. Tinker Bell glared at the chubby worm.

“Thanks a lot,” she grumbled.

The bookworm gave her another guilty look. He had just started munching on a tasty paper snack. He slid away, taking the snack with him.

Tinker Bell sighed and tried to make sense of the words that were left on the page. “‘Sparkling wings,’” she read, “‘when a…most incredible…that the sparkle…there were two.’” Tinker Bell blew her bangs out of her face as she tried to figure out what the words meant. Two of what? she thought. Two wings? Two feet?

Frustrated, she moved over to where the fairy with glasses was reading. “Pssst,” she whispered. “Do you know anything about sparkling wings?”

The fairy looked up from his book. “No,” he replied. “The bookworm ate that page.”

“Yeah, I know.” Tinker Bell sighed.

“But the Keeper does,” the fairy said.

“The Keeper?” Tinker Bell asked. “Who’s the Keeper?”

The fairy pushed his glasses up higher on his nose and pointed to the author’s name on the front cover of the book. In small letters, it read, BY THE KEEPER.

“He writes the books,” the fairy told her. “He is the keeper of all fairy knowledge.”

“That’s perfect!” Tinker Bell exclaimed. “Is he here? I have to talk to him.”

The fairy chuckled. “I would give anything to talk to him. But you can’t. He’s a winter fairy. In order to talk to him, you have to go to the Winter Woods.”

When Tinker Bell looked at him expectantly, the fairy continued. “And that’s impossible. Your wings will freeze and…” He snapped a pencil he was holding in half. “Chapter sixteen,” he said, nodding to the book.

“The Winter Woods,” Tinker Bell whispered. She quickly thanked the fairy and started to fly home.

I have to see the Keeper! she thought eagerly. Somehow, there has to be a way to cross the border safely. He’s the only one who can tell me why my wings sparkled!