nineteen

It all happened in an instant.

One moment, the fairies were dancing the Dance of the Diamonds.

The next moment: TROLLS!

Big, nasty, hairy, smelly trolls tumbled into the delicate Fairy Ball. They trampled the satin ribbons. They smashed the mirrors. They broke the chairs and frightened the animals. And the Chief Troll had his grubby paw on the Narwhal’s Tusk.

The fairies’ frightened voices rang through the ballroom.

“Stop them!”

But it was so hard to fly with the heavy diamond wings on their backs.

“Tackle them!”

But it was not easy to move in the elegant gowns.

“Run them down!”

But the fairies’ dancing slippers were not made for running.

And even worse, the diamond wings were disappearing. They were turning back into moonlight, and the moonlight was fading away.

This was Sylva’s moment.

She flew in through the high window with the power of her four sets of wings.

“I’ll save the Narwhal’s Tusk!” she cried.