Suddenly, the goblin skidded to a halt on the icy floor. “I’m going to tell Jack Frost that you’re here,” he announced. “Then you’ll be in big trouble!” He turned and scurried up a winding staircase of ice in one of the tall towers.
“What luck!” Sabrina whispered with a wide grin. “The goblin’s going to lead us straight to Jack Frost! Follow him, girls. But keep out of sight.”
Rachel, Kirsty, and Sabrina flew up the staircase after the goblin, keeping far behind him so he couldn’t see them.
They peeked around the corner at the top of the stairs and saw the goblin come to a stop. He was at the very top of the tower, in front of a closed door.
“Look at the sign on the door,” Sabrina whispered. “I think we found Jack Frost!”
Rachel and Kirsty stared at the sign. It said: JACK FROST’S PRIVATE CHAMBER.
KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING! The goblin knocked on the door. There was a pause, and then Jack Frost stammered, “C-c-come in!”
Kirsty was surprised. “Why does Jack Frost sound so scared?” she murmured to Sabrina and Rachel.
The goblin went into the room, and Sabrina and the girls flew in behind him. Through the darkness, they could see Jack Frost sitting up in bed, a frightened look on his face. He wore white pajamas with a blue snowflake pattern, and he was holding a blue teddy bear with icy, spiky fur. A night light was next to him on the bedside table.
“I came to tell you that there are fairies in the castle—” the goblin began. But Jack Frost had already spotted Sabrina, Rachel, and Kirsty, and the frightened look vanished from his face. With a roar of anger, he grabbed his pillow and clutched it tightly. “I’m in charge of the nighttime now!” Jack Frost declared firmly. “And you’ll never get the last bag of magic dust back!”
“Why aren’t you asleep?” Kirsty asked, still wondering why Jack Frost had looked so frightened.
The goblin whirled around and glared at her. “Jack Frost never sleeps at night, didn’t you know that?” he snapped. “He’s scared of the—”
Jack Frost gave a yelp of rage and threw his teddy bear at the goblin. “Get out!” he shouted.
The goblin scurried out of the bedroom as fast as he could. “Why are you so scared?” Sabrina asked Jack Frost.
Jack Frost frowned. “Nighttime’s very dangerous!” he muttered. “There are Night Monsters everywhere—and they’ll get you if you go to sleep!”
“Where are the Night Monsters?” Kirsty wanted to know.
“Everywhere!” Jack Frost replied with a shudder. “Under the bed. In the closet. In the dresser. Even in my slippers!” And he pointed down at a pair of icy, curly toed slippers beside the bed. “They keep me awake with bad dreams, and if I have to suffer”—Jack Frost scowled—”then I want to ruin nighttime for everyone else, too!”
Sabrina glanced at Rachel and Kirsty. Her eyes were wide. The girls looked back in surprise.
“I don’t believe it!” the fairy whispered. “Jack Frost is afraid of the dark!”
“There’s no such thing as a Night Monster,” Rachel explained to Jack Frost. “Look, we’ll show you!”
Sabrina flew across the room and pointed her wand at the closet. The doors swung open, showing Jack Frost’s collection of icy outfits, but there was nothing else to see. Then Kirsty and Rachel flew over to the dresser, and together they pulled open the drawers, one by one.
“See?” Kirsty said. “There’s nothing in there!”
“What about under the bed?” Jack Frost asked suspiciously.
Sabrina, Rachel, and Kirsty linked hands and flew right under the bed from one side to the other.
“Nothing!” Sabrina said. “And there aren’t any monsters in your slippers, either!”
But Jack Frost didn’t look convinced. “Those Night Monsters are clever,” he grumbled. “They can hide anywhere, and then pop up when I’m not expecting it!”
“There is one thing I can do to keep the Night Monsters away,” Sabrina told him.
“What?” Jack Frost demanded eagerly.
“If you give me my bag of magic dream dust, I can sprinkle some around your bedroom and use my fairy magic to make sure you only have good dreams, never bad,” Sabrina explained. “Then all the Night Fairies will have their bags back, and nighttime everywhere will be peaceful and quiet, and there’ll be nothing to be scared of! What do you think?”
Jack Frost hesitated, clutching his pillow.
“You could have wonderful dreams,” Rachel chimed in. “You could dream that you’re king of Fairyland.”
“And that all the fairies are waiting on you hand and foot!” Kirsty added.
Jack Frost grinned. “Yes, that sounds like fun,” he said. “Much better than lying awake listening for Night Monsters!”
Jack Frost reached inside the pillowcase and pulled out the satin bag of magic dream dust. Sabrina breathed a huge sigh of relief as she flew over and took it from him. Untying the drawstring, she took a handful of dust and scattered it around the room. As Rachel and Kirsty watched, purple sparkles filled the room, floating from the ceiling to the floor like a shower of snowflakes.
Looking sleepy now, Jack Frost snuggled down under his covers. Sabrina, Rachel, and Kirsty picked up his teddy bear and tucked it in beside him.
“Thank you,” Jack Frost murmured dreamily. A few minutes later, he was sound asleep and snoring so peacefully that Rachel and Kirsty couldn’t help each blowing him a good-night kiss.
“We-did it, girls!” Sabrina whispered happily as Jack Frost snored. “Now all the Night Fairies will be able to do their nighttime work. It’s time to go back to the Fairyland Palace to celebrate! But first…”
Sabrina flew to an open window. Taking a pinch of shimmering purple dream dust from her bag, she gently blew it onto the breeze. Rachel and Kirsty watched the dream dust shoot out into the night, swirling toward the Fairyland Palace in the distance.
“Now everyone in Fairyland will know I have my bag back,” Sabrina said with a smile. “And there won’t be any more bad dreams anywhere tonight! Thank you for all your help, girls. Now, let’s go. I think there will be a surprise waiting for us!”
As Sabrina, Kirsty, and Rachel arrived back at the palace, they heard the sound of clapping and cheering. They floated down into the palace gardens and saw the king and queen and the other Night Fairies waiting for them. They were sitting on the palace lawn on soft comforters and blankets with pillows to rest their heads on.
“Welcome to our party under the stars!” Queen Titania called to Sabrina and the girls as they fluttered down to join them. They landed on one of the cozy blankets and made themselves comfortable.
“Well done!” King Oberon smiled at Sabrina, Kirsty, Rachel, and the other Night Fairies. “If it weren’t for all of you, Jack Frost would still be master of the night.”
“Poor Jack Frost,” Sabrina said with a sigh. “He only stole the bags because he’s scared of the dark!”
“Really?” The queen looked amazed. “So why did he play all those other tricks, like moving the stars around and turning the sunset green?”
“I think Jack Frost decided he might as well have some fun causing chaos with our magic dust!” Sabrina replied.
“But he won’t make any more mischief now, because he’s fast asleep,” Kirsty said with a grin. “Sabrina gave him lots of sweet dreams!”
Everyone began to talk and laugh about all the adventures they’d had, trying to get the bags of magic dust back from the goblins. Meanwhile, Ava the Sunset Fairy and Morgan the Midnight Fairy began handing out plates of star-shaped cookies and mugs of hot chocolate with whipped cream. The girls had a wonderful time! But when Rachel spotted the fairies beginning to yawn and Anna the Moonbeam Fairy curling up on her blanket to go to sleep, she knew it was time for them to head home.
“I think we’d better go,” Rachel told the king and queen. “Thank you so much for inviting us to the party.”
“You’re our guests of honor,” the king replied with a s
mile. “We couldn’t have found all the bags without your help.”
“And we have a very special thank-you gift for you,” the queen added. She handed Rachel a small satin midnight-blue pillow embroidered with a golden moon. Kirsty’s was the same except that hers had a pattern of silver stars.
“The pillows are filled with a pinch of magic dust from each of the Night Fairies,” the queen explained as the girls stared at the pillows with delight. “Now nighttime will always be beautiful and peaceful for you both.”
“Thank you,” Rachel and Kirsty said as the king and queen raised their wands. Instantly, a shower of colorful sparkles swirled around the girls as they waved good-bye to their fairy friends.
A few seconds later, the girls found that they were back to their human size and standing at the edge of the Whispering Woods in the pale moonlight. Owls hooted softly as Rachel and Kirsty tiptoed through Camp Stargaze.
“It looks like everyone’s sleeping soundly now,” Kirsty whispered with satisfaction. She slipped into her sleeping bag and then put her head down on the pillow the queen had given her. Rachel did the same.
“Sweet dreams, Kirsty!” Rachel said with a smile.
“Sweet dreams, Rachel!” Kirsty replied, winking at her friend.
And in a moment or two, both girls were fast asleep, dreaming of their magical adventures with their friends the Night Fairies.
“I can’t believe we’re actually at summer camp together!” Rachel Walker said happily.
“Me, neither,” said her best friend, Kirsty Tate. “We get to do some of our favorite things all in one place. And we get to do them together!”
Rachel and Kirsty had met on vacation on beautiful Rainspell Island. Since they lived in different towns, they didn’t get to see each other every day. So when the girls’ parents had suggested they go to Camp Oakwood, both Rachel and Kirsty were excited.
Now, on their second day of camp, the two girls sat at a table in the Craft Cabin. They were making pictures with yarn.
“First, sketch your picture on the paper,” explained Bollie, their camp counselor. Bollie’s real name was Margaret Bolleran, but everyone called her Bollie.
Rachel sketched a fairy on her paper. She looked over at Kirsty and saw that she had sketched a fairy, too. The girls smiled at each other.
“Now spread the glue over the places you would normally color in,” Bollie said. “Then you can curl up pieces of yarn and place them on the glue, like this.”
She held up a picture of a tree with green yarn for leaves and brown yarn on the trunk… but then the yarn slid off and plopped on one of Bollie’s boots.
“That’s weird,” she said, feeling the paper. “This glue isn’t sticky at all.”
“My glue isn’t sticking, either,” a red-haired girl complained.
Bollie frowned. “Maybe it’s too hot,” she said, pushing her blonde bangs out of her eyes. “I know! Let’s have some fun with the paint spinner, instead.”
Bollie walked to a big machine on a table on the side of the room. Rachel, Kirsty, and the other girls gathered around to watch.
“It’s easy,” Bollie said, her green eyes shining. “You put paper on the bottom. Then you turn on the spinner and squeeze in drops of paint.”
She held a plastic bottle of orange paint over the spinner and squeezed it. With a pop, the cover slipped off! Instead of a few drops, the whole bottle of paint gushed into the spinner.
“Everybody duck!” Bollie yelled.
Rachel and Kirsty ducked down as quickly as they could. Orange paint splattered everywhere! Bollie turned off the machine, but not before every camper was covered in orange dots.
“Oh, no!” some of the girls wailed. Rachel giggled. “It’s like we’re covered in sprinkles,” she said.
But Bollie did not look happy. “Everybody head to the sinks to clean up!” she told them. “Craft time is cancelled. We’re going on a hike!”
The campers quickly washed off the paint and changed into clean green-and-white Camp Oakwood tank tops. They lined up at the edge of the woods.
“Follow me, and stick to the path,” Bollie advised them.
Rachel and Kirsty hung back at the end of the line.
“Rachel, why do you think that happened in the Craft Cabin?” Kirsty asked in a whisper.
Rachel gave her a meaningful look. “It feels like Jack Frost to me.”
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