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to have them. That much I knew.
    Her cheeks got even redder. “Well, aren’t you just a tactless bundle of appalling manners?” She crossed her arms. I waited. “A mean and awful fairy by the name of Tinkerbell used magic to steal my wings.” Tears filled her eyes. “I haven’t been able to get them back.”
    “Is that why you can’t fly?” I asked, sitting on the edge of my bed. At least I figured that’s why she kept jumping up and down before. Quilla’s brows burrowed. It was obvious this line of questioning made her sad, but she had come into my room. A few questions wouldn’t hurt.
    Quilla growled, stomped around in another circle, and then stopped when she faced me. “I can fly just fine. Maybe not with my beautiful wings, but I’ve got magic nonetheless.”
    I leaned back. “So Quilla. What’s up?”
    She glanced at the ceiling. “A roof,” she said quickly.
    “Why are you here?” I tried again. Obviously Quilla wasn’t familiar wit h regular Salem, Massachusetts jargon.
    “Oh, right.” She snapped her fingers and sneezed. “You need to come to Polonias. It’s urgent, and only you can save the land and its people.”
    The words sounded rehearsed. I wasn’t buying it. “Right. And you’ve got some great property to sell me in Florida too. Am I right?” I winked.
    Her hands dropped to her sides. “Florida? No.” She shook her head. “Stop talking and listen.”
    I shrugged. “Bossing me isn’t helping any.”
    She glared. “May I?”
    “Continue,” I said, sarcastic.
    She put her hands on her hips. “Polonias is a land created by magic. It’s connected to this one, but doesn’t necessarily reside here. It’s Elsewhere, if you catch my meaning.” She looked at me hopefully.
    “I have no idea what you’re saying.”
    “Ugh, this is ridiculous. The Croswells should be ashamed of themselves. They should’ve told you the truth when you received the Eye of Abernathy.” Quilla gave me a pointed look. “You’ve never heard of Polonias?”
    “The first time was when I had a vision or a dream or something a few months ago.”
    “Yes, that was me. We’ve been waiting for you to show up ever since. When you didn’t, King Loyalor sent me to find you and bring you back.” She walked over to my bookshelves, pulled a book, and turned it over. It must’ve been dusty because she blew on it. Dust sailed into the air. She didn’t sneeze.
    “Why me? How can I, a person who’s never heard of Polonias, been to Polonias, or knows a single thing about Polonias, be the one person to save it? Sound like a bunch of bull.”
    She gasped. “It . Is. Not. Bull,” she enunciated. “It may sound odd, but it’s true. You and you alone possess the keys necessary to save our land.”
    I snorted.
    “Don’t snort at me. It’s very unladylike.” She shoved the book back in its place and stomped over. She leaned down so our faces were aligned. “Are you going to help us or not, Cinderella?”
    I leaned in and touched her nose with mine. “No.”
    She pulled back. “Well, that’s just unacceptable!” She sputtered and threw her hands in the air. Glitter seemed to shoot from her fingertips, and she sneezed. “People will die! Lots of people. And other fairies, water sprites, and gnomes. They’ll die too.” She was out of control, flitting everywhere at once. “Do you want that on your conscience?”
    Of course I didn’t want anyone’s death on my consci ence, but I didn’t believe for one second she was being serious. And the way the butterfly danced atop her head made me take her even less seriously.
    She stopped suddenly and looked at me. “You’re a disappointment!” With a quick lightning crackle and a sneeze she vanished.
    My light flicked off and I was alone.
    Timidly, in case she came back, I made my way under my covers, tucked them to my chin, and thought and thought and thought.
    Mostly I believed Quilla Templeton was nothing but a nuisance . Still a tiny speck in my brain