Midnight.
âHavenât you ever asked ?â said Twink in amazement.
There was a pause.
âEr . . . no,â said Midnight finally. âShould we have?â
Twink gave up. What was wrong with these fairies, anyway? It was as if they were too dismal to even care. Maybe Shadow was a bit prickly, but at least she had some life to her!
âWell, Iâm going to go to sleep now,â she said crossly.
âGoodnight,â said Midnightâs voice. âAnd do have a think about the stories, wonât you, Twink? It would be lovely to hear some new ones.â
Twink didnât answer. She curled up on the hard glass floor, tucking her lavender wings tightly around her. Though she was trying not to feel too sorry for herself, it wasnât easy. If the other fairies were anything like Midnight, then having them here was almost worse than being alone!
Itâll be all right , she told herself, staring out into the darkness. When I donât come back, Bimi and Sooze will realise somethingâs gone wrong, and theyâll come looking for me.
And poor Shadow! Sheâd probably feel dreadful when she found out what had happened. Twink yawned, beginning to feel sleepy despite her uncomfortable bed. Yes, someone would be coming after her soon . . . she was sure of it.
âThe Brave One sensed there was a tooth that needed collecting â but then her heart sank as she realised whose tooth it was. What was she to do? She had to collect the tooth, but knew only too well the danger that awaited her!â
Twink cracked one eye open grumpily. Who was telling stories so late at night? For a confused moment she couldnât remember where she was, and then it all came flooding back. She groaned as she sat up, straining to see in the dim light.
âYes, be afraid!â continued the voice to its audience. âFor it was a name to inspire dread in all tooth fairies . . . the Terrible Timmy .â
Twinkâs eyes widened. Had the tooth fairies known that Timmy was going to try and capture them? But why on earth would they still come to his house, in that case?
âThe Brave One had escaped the Terrible Timmy once before, but could she do it again? Stealthily, she crept into his room . . .â
Twinkâs thoughts spun. Could Shadow have been aware that Twink was flying into danger? But no, that couldnât be right! No one could be so horrid to someone who was only trying to help them â could they?
âThe Brave One found the tooth, cut the thread that was tied around it . . . and then the Terrible Timmy pounced!â
Though the story had the feel of one that had been told many times before, a horrified gasp echoed about the wardrobe shelf. Twink craned her pointed ears, listening intently.
âThe Brave One flew this way, she flew that way! Finally, she managed to escape with the tooth . . . but she vowed that she would never return to the Terrible Timmyâs house again, if she could help it.â
The audience sighed with satisfaction. Suddenly a horrible suspicion came to Twink, and she leapt to her feet. âHang on!â she cried. âWhoâs this Brave One you keep going on about?â
There was a startled pause. âShe is called Shadow,â said the storyteller finally, her voice hushed with respect. âSheâs the only one of us to have escaped the Terrible Timmy.â
Oh! Twinkâs wings felt on fire with anger. âWell, I donât think Shadowâs brave at all!â she burst out. âShe tricked me into coming here, and never even told me to be careful! She ââ
âOh, Twink, tell us the story!â broke in Midnightâs voice eagerly.
âYes, please!â echoed several others.
Twink could have kicked her jar in frustration. Were stories all that these stupid fairies cared about? Fine â sheâd tell them one theyâd never forget!
She plunged into her tale, beginning from when