by Alexa Pearl
Kimani smiled back. “That was a
good sneeze. You’ve got a lot of sticky
snot.”
“No wings, but plenty of snot. That’s
me.” Wyatt laughed.
“We all have something that makes
us special,” teased Sasha. She was lucky
she’d had two good friends to help her.
“So what were those things?” Wyatt
asked Kimani.
“They’re plant pixies, the enemy of
flying horses. They want to steal our
power of flight,” said Kimani.
“How?” asked Wyatt.
“They need to pluck two wing
feathers—one from the right wing and
one from the left wing. The feathers
fit into a harness that they wear. With
both feathers in the harness, the plant
pixie can fly,” explained Kimani.
“I have plenty of feathers,” said Sasha.
“I could share some.”
Kimani shook her head. “It doesn’t
work that way. Every time a feather is
taken from a flying horse, she grows
weaker. Soon, she can’t fly or even
gallop.”
Sasha didn’t like the sound of that.
“Plant pixies live in the woods,” said
Kimani. “A spell was placed on Verdant
Valley so they can’t come here. It was
very important that you grew up safe.”
Sasha titled her head. “I don’t
understand. Why did I need to be kept
safe?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell
you,” said Wyatt. “I heard the yellow
horse talking about you at the party.”
“You know?” asked Kimani.
“I do,” said Wyatt. “Should I tell her?”
“Tell me what?” Sasha stared at her
two friends.
Wyatt and Kimani spoke at the same
time. “You are the Lost Princess.”
Read on for a sneak peek
from the fourth book in the
Tales of Sasha series!
CHAPTER
1
Little Fairy
Creatures
“Did you hear that?” Sasha lifted her ears.
“Hear what?” asked her better-than-best
friend, Wyatt.
“A crunch from under this boysenberry
bush.” Sasha stepped forward to look. “Is it
them?”
“Stay back!” cried Wyatt. “I’ll look.”
Sasha frowned. She should look first—not
Wyatt. She was the brave one. Everyone
knew that.
But everything had changed this week.
She wasn’t a regular horse like Wyatt
anymore. She was a flying horse—and flying
horses were in danger.
“Sasha! You’re home!” Poppy squealed and
trotted toward her sister.
There were three sisters in Sasha’s family.
Sasha was the youngest, Zara was the oldest,
and Poppy was in the middle. Poppy was the
fancy sister. She wore flowers in her mane
and tail.
Sasha nuzzled Poppy. She was happy
to be home in Verdant Valley. So much
had happened this week. First, Sasha had
discovered that she had wings and could fly.
Then, she’d gone away to search for other
flying horses.
“What’s he doing?” cried Poppy. Wyatt’s
head was buried in the bushes. Leaves and
berries dropped to the ground.
“Searching for plant pixies,” said Sasha.
“For what?” Poppy usually knew everything,
but she had never heard of plant pixies.
“Plant pixies are little fairy creatures who
live in plants,” said Sasha.
“How cute!” exclaimed Poppy.
“Not so much.” Wyatt lifted his head.
“These pixies may be tiny, but they can hurt
a flying horse.”
“Can I see a plant pixie?” asked Poppy.
“They’re not here. He made the noise,”
Wyatt said, pointing to a chipmunk. The
chipmunk shrugged, then grabbed a berry.
“Happy days!” A purple horse cantered
out of the shadows. The tiny braids in her
tail twirled as she ran.
Poppy’s brown eyes grew wide. She had
never seen a purple horse! Her coat was
chestnut-brown and so was Wyatt’s. Sasha
was pale gray with a white patch on her
back. All the horses in Verdant Valley were
brown, white, black, or gray.
“Who are you?” Poppy asked.
“Kimani is my new friend. She lives in
Crystal Cove with the other flying horses.
She flies, too,” said Sasha.
Kimani opened her wings. Her feathers
were deep violet.
Poppy wasn’t sure what was more
amazing—that her little sister had found
other horses with wings or that the flying
horses were so beautiful.
Kimani inspected Poppy’s mane and tail.
“Wow! I never knew regular horses were so
glamorous. Can you put pretty flowers in my
mane, too?”
“Sure!” Poppy smiled. Sasha wouldn’t stand
still when Poppy tried to decorate her mane.
She turned to Sasha. “I like your new friend.”
“Here comes your mom and Caleb.”
Wyatt pointed across the meadow.
Caleb, their teacher, was old and moved
very slowly. Sasha knew it would be a while
before they both reached her. She listened
to Poppy and Kimani talk about using
honeysuckle petals to make their manes smell
nice.
“Boring!” Sasha spotted an apple on the
ground. “Think fast!” she called to Wyatt.
She kicked the apple with her hoof. It
sailed through the air toward him. Wyatt
headed the apple back to her. She blocked
it with one of her hind legs and knocked it
back at him.
Then Wyatt kicked it too hard. The apple
rolled under a large white mushroom nearby.
Sasha bent to look for it.
A tiny, pointy face peered out at her from
under the mushroom.
A plant pixie!