Morgan the Midnight Fairy

  The Midnight Hour

  Sparks Fly!

  A Spooky Story

  Gobbling Goblins

  Boo!

  Feast of Fun

  “I’m not tired at all. Are you?” Kirsty Tate asked her best friend, Rachel Walker. It was late at night, and the two girls were in the Whispering Woods, shining their flashlights into the shadows as they collected firewood. They were staying with their families at a vacation spot called Camp Stargaze. Tonight, the whole camp was having a midnight feast.

  “Not one bit,” Rachel replied as she tugged at a branch from the undergrowth. “I’m too excited to even think about being tired!” She grinned at Kirsty. “What a great vacation this is turning out to be. A whole week together, lots of adventures, a midnight feast, and …” She lowered her voice, cautiously glancing around. “And plenty of fairy magic, too!”

  Kirsty smiled. It was true—she and Rachel had been having a wonderful time this week.

  On their very first evening in camp, they’d met Ava the Sunset Fairy, who was one of seven Night Fairies. The Night Fairies looked after the world between dusk and dawn, making sure that everything stayed peaceful and happy with the help of their special bags of magic dust. But a few nights ago, Jack Frost had stolen these bags while the seven fairies were having a party. Luckily, Kirsty and Rachel were friends with the fairies! They’d had lots of exciting adventures with them before, so when the Night Fairies asked if they would help search for the stolen fairy dust, Kirsty and Rachel were happy to say yes.

  So far they had found three bags of magic dust belonging to Ava the Sunset Fairy, Lexi the Firefly Fairy, and Zara the Starlight Fairy, but there were still four left to find.

  It was a chilly night, and Kirsty and Rachel were happy to see that the moon and stars were shining brightly. “Zara’s starlight magic is working perfectly again,” Kirsty said, gazing up at the twinkling stars. She gathered some more sticks, humming cheerfully to herself.

  Tonight was going to be so much fun! Peter, one of the camp counselors, was lighting a big fire, and then there were going to be lots of fireworks at the stroke of midnight, followed by a feast for everyone.

  As the girls made their way through the dark woods, they heard a voice calling: “Kirsty, Rachel, is that you? We’ve found lots of firewood down here!”

  “Follow the beam of our flashlights!” shouted a second voice. Then the girls saw bright white beams of light flashing through the trees in the distance. “Sounds like Lucas and Matt,” Rachel said. “Come on, let’s find them.”

  “We’re on our way!” Kirsty called. She and Rachel had become good friends with Lucas and Matt while they’d been at camp. They had all had a lot of fun together so far.

  Before long, Rachel and Kirsty saw a grove ahead, with Lucas and Matt standing in the middle, still waving their flashlights around.

  “Be careful,” Matt warned. “The path is a little slippery, so—”

  Just as he said the words, Rachel felt her foot skid on some pine needles on the path. She grabbed Kirsty to try to keep her balance but couldn’t help slipping. “Whoa!” she yelled as she completely lost her footing and fell on her bottom. She accidentally pulled Kirsty down, too. They both dropped their firewood as they slipped and slid down into the grove with a bump-bump-BUMP!

  Luckily, they landed on soft patches of moss and weren’t hurt. Lucas and Matt helped them up, then they all started gathering the dropped firewood together. “It’s pretty down here, isn’t it?” Kirsty said, shining her flashlight around. The glade was circular, with tall pine trees around it. As she swung the beam along the ground, she saw that there were hundreds of tiny, white, star-shaped flowers dotting the velvety, green moss.

  “It’s called Starry Glade,” Matt told them. “Because of those star-shaped flowers, I guess. Or maybe because when you look up at night, all you can see are the stars.”

  “And fireworks, too, tonight,” Lucas reminded him. “Come on, let’s take this firewood back. It can’t be too long until midnight!”

  Rachel, Kirsty, Lucas, and Matt headed back to the large clearing where the other campers had gathered. The adults were preparing the campfire for the midnight feast and had built a large pile of sticks, surrounded by a ring of stones.

  “Kids, make sure you stay outside of the stone ring,” Peter the camp counselor told them. “Once we get the fire blazing, it’s going to be very hot, and sparks might fly.” He patted his pockets. “Speaking of lighting the fire, I’d better get started. Where did I put those matches?”

  Kirsty and Rachel set their firewood on a pile close by while Peter kept searching for the matches. “I’m sure I packed them,” he muttered, rifling through his backpack. “Where are they?”

  Kirsty’s dad grabbed a couple of dry sticks. “I wasn’t in the Outdoor Adventurers for nothing,” he said, rubbing them together. “I’ll have a spark in a minute, and we can get that fire going.”

  Unfortunately, no spark appeared even though Mr. Tate kept trying. Peter still couldn’t find his matches. A few minutes later, Rachel’s parents came into the clearing carrying boxes of food for the feast.

  “Oh!” said Mrs. Walker in surprise. “I thought the fire would be lit by now. We’ll have to hurry if we’re going to cook these hot dogs by midnight.”

  Rachel explained the problem, and her mom smiled. “Don’t worry,” she said, “I have some matches in my emergency kit. Let me see…. Here!”

  Everyone broke into applause as Mrs. Walker triumphantly held up the matchbox. Peter wasted no time in striking a match and getting the fire to light.

  Kirsty and Rachel sat on a nearby log to watch. Despite the huge mountain of firewood that had been collected, the fire stayed disappointingly small.

  The flames crawled along the twigs but didn’t catch on any of the larger branches. Smoke billowed into the air, making people cough and choke.

  “Let’s get cooking,” Mr. Walker said, loading up a pan with hot dogs and onions and balancing it on the fire. He winked at Rachel and Kirsty. “You can’t beat the smell of hot dogs sizzling on a campfire, that’s what I always say!” But unfortunately, even after a long time, the hot dogs were not sizzling and still looked pink and raw. “They don’t seem to be cooking at all.” Mr. Walker frowned. “I don’t think the fire is hot enough.”

  “Should we try toasting the marshmallows instead?” Kirsty suggested, feeling hungry. She and Rachel had found some special long, thin sticks that looked especially good for marshmallow-toasting.

  “Great idea,” Mrs. Tate said, opening the marshmallow bags and passing them around. Everyone popped marshmallows onto their sticks before carefully holding them in the campfire.

  “I love the way the outsides get crunchy, but the insides are warm and gooey,” Rachel said, watching her marshmallow as the flames flickered around it. “But remember, you shouldn’t leave it in too long. Burnt marshmallows are not very tasty!”

  “No,” Kirsty agreed. “The second it turns brown, you need to pull it out of the fire—and gobble it up!”

  The girls waited and waited for their marshmallows to toast, but they stayed white for a long time. “They have to be ready by now,” Rachel said, taking hers out of the fire and cautiously testing it against her lips. “Oh,” she said in surprise. “It’s still cold!”

  Kirsty tried hers, and so did the other campers. Their marshmallows were cold, too! What was going on? Why wasn’t the fire cooking anything?

  “The Midnight Feast is going to be a midnight flop at this rate,” Mr. Tate said in dismay. People nearby were muttering grumpily about feeling tired and wanting to go to bed. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.”

  Just then, the fire crackled lou
dly as a log split right down the middle, and glowing sparks flew up into the dark sky. Everybody backed off, including Rachel and Kirsty. No one wanted to be burned by a hot spark.

  As they stepped away from the fire, the girls saw that one of the sparks seemed to be headed straight for them. They dodged to the side, and the spark flew into the darkness and vanished. As it passed them, Kirsty noticed that the “spark” had shimmering silver wings.

  “That’s no spark,” she whispered to Rachel. “It’s Morgan the Midnight Fairy!”

  Kirsty and Rachel had met all seven of the Night Fairies on the first day of their adventure. They felt very excited as they slipped away from the campfire in the direction Morgan had flown. “There she is, on that tree stump!” Rachel whispered, hurrying toward the little fairy.

  Morgan waved and fluttered into the air as the girls approached. She had blond hair in a sweet pixie style, with a midnight-blue headband. She wore a pretty, dark blue dress with matching sparkly, peep-toe shoes.

  Rachel quickly opened her coat pocket so Morgan could fly inside and avoid being seen by anyone else. She and Kirsty still had their backs to the fire, so they could talk to Morgan in secret. “Hello,” Rachel whispered. “Nice to see you again!’

  “You, too,” Morgan replied. “But I’m sorry the midnight feast isn’t going well. As the Midnight Fairy, I can usually make midnight feasts and parties really exciting, with the help of my magic night dust. Ever since Jack Frost stole it, midnight parties have been going wrong all over the world—in Fairyland, too.” Kirsty nodded. “Our fire won’t light well, and it isn’t cooking the food. People are getting really frustrated. They’re even talking about going to bed.”

  “And that would be a real shame, because we’ve got fireworks planned for midnight,” Rachel added.

  Morgan looked anxious. “Then I really have to find my night dust before then,” she said. “If I don’t, I’m sure that the fireworks will be a total letdown.”

  Just then, Peter clapped his hands loudly. “OK, everyone! Listen up,” he called, smiling. Kirsty and Rachel turned back to see that the sparks from the campfire had died away. Everyone was sitting on logs around the fire again. Kirsty and Rachel sat down quickly, too.

  “To get everyone in a spooky mood for midnight, we’ll go around the circle, taking turns telling part of a ghost story,” Peter explained. “I’ll start things off.” He cleared his throat.

  “Once upon a time, it was a dark, stormy night, and two children were lost in the woods….”

  Rachel shivered with delight. She loved ghost stories! But as the story passed around the circle, it became more silly than spooky.

  “… And they met a giant … sheep,” a boy named Jake said with a giggle. “And the sheep gave a big sneeze, and all its wool fell off onto the kid’s heads!”

  Jake’s big sister, Laura, made a face. “Jake! Don’t fool around,” she told him. “Tell the story correctly.”

  Jake shrugged. “That’s all I can think of,” he replied. “I’m too tired to make up a story, anyway.”

  “We’re all tired and cold, but there’s no reason to—” Laura began arguing.

  “OK, OK,” Peter interrupted quickly. “Let’s not argue. A giant sheep is fine. Kirsty, do you want to add some of the story? What happens next?”

  “Um …” Kirsty said. “The kids pulled the sheep’s wool off their heads and went farther into the forest,” she said, thinking fast. “Then something really scary happened.”

  “What?” Lucas interrupted.

  “They saw …” Kirsty’s mind went blank. She had no idea what could happen next! She tried to think of the most terrifying thing she’d ever seen in her life. Then, before she could stop herself, she blurted out, “The children saw JACK FROST!”

  Rachel gasped. “Kirsty!” she hissed in a warning tone. She and Kirsty were supposed to keep their fairy adventures secret. No other humans were supposed to know about Fairyland or the magical creatures who lived there. And that included Jack Frost!

  Kirsty clapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry,” she whispered. “It just came out.”

  Thankfully, just then, Matt gave a cry. “There’s a monster!” he yelled, pointing into the shadowy bushes with a shaking finger. “I saw a monster running over there. It had a long nose and big feet, and it was g-g-g-green!”

  Peter laughed. Rachel could tell Peter thought Matt was joking and that this was all part of the story. Some of the other grown-ups laughed, too. “There are no such things as monsters!” Matt’s mom told him. “It’s just your imagination.”

  But Kirsty and Rachel didn’t laugh—they looked at each other with concern. They were sure that the green thing Matt had described wasn’t a monster, or “just his imagination.” It had to be one of Jack Frost’s sneaky goblins!

  “Should we get some more firewood?” Rachel asked, standing. “I think I need to stretch my legs.”

  “Me, too,” Kirsty said, standing up beside her. Like Rachel, she was eager to find out what the goblin was doing in the Whispering Woods. Goblins were tricky creatures, and the girls were sure that the one Matt saw had to be up to no good!

  “OK,” Rachel’s dad said. “Watch out for monsters, though,” he joked.

  Kirsty and Rachel set off in the direction that Matt had pointed when he saw the monster. Once they were safely hidden by the trees, Morgan fluttered out of Rachel’s pocket. “That was a goblin your friend spotted,” she told them. “I saw him myself, and it looked like he was in a real hurry. I wonder what’s going on.” She took out her wand. “Let’s fly deeper into the woods and see if we can find him.”

  When Morgan waved her wand over the girls, a stream of fairy magic swirled out of it. The dust glittered with tiny golden clock shapes. As the magic tumbled around Kirsty and Rachel, they felt themselves shrinking smaller and smaller, until they were the same size as Morgan. They both had their very own pair of sparkling fairy wings. With a few quick flutters, they were up in the air, as high as the treetops.

  The woods were bathed in silver moonlight and looked wonderfully magical, Kirsty thought as she flew. An owl hooted softly somewhere close by, and the leaves rustled in the trees below.

  Soon they heard footsteps, and Rachel pointed downward. “There he is!” she said. The goblin was skipping along happily. They stayed behind him and followed him through the trees. It wasn’t long before they could smell the delicious aroma of food cooking and hear cheerful singing.

  The goblin led them all the way to a clearing where a whole gang of other goblins were sitting around a campfire, about to have their own midnight feast. This was a happier feast than the one Rachel and Kirsty had just left! The fire blazed, and the goblins who weren’t singing were biting into hot dogs and baked potatoes cooked by the heat of the flames.

  “Delicious,” one goblin said, cramming the rest of his hot dog into his mouth and chewing hard. Crumbs sprayed everywhere, and Rachel and Kirsty made faces at each other. Yuck!

  “And what I crave now,” said the same goblin as he picked up a dark-blue satin bag and opened the drawstrings, “is some bogmallows. Give me bogmallows!”

  Morgan gasped. “That’s my bag of magic night dust!” she whispered to Kirsty and Rachel.

  They watched as the goblin plunged his hand into the satin bag and took out a pinch of sparkling dust. He sprinkled the dust into the air. Then, with a shimmering light, a large pile of green marshmallows appeared next to him.

  Rachel and Kirsty had seen green marshmallows before when they had helped Gabriella the Snow Kingdom Fairy on another adventure. They knew that they were a kind of goblin treat called “bogmallows.”

  The goblin whooped. “Woo-hoo! Bogmallows, everyone! Come and get them!”

  He reached into the bag and sprinkled more fairy dust. Another large pile of bogmallows appeared. The goblins crowded around with big sticks, shoving the bogmallows on three at a time before toasting them.

  “Wow,” Kirsty said. “That’s a lot of bogma
llows!”

  “And a waste of magic dust,” Morgan added angrily. “We’ve got to get my bag back, before he uses it all up!” “Give me a try with that dust,” another goblin with a squeaky voice said as he grabbed at the bag. “I want to use the magic to make more hot dogs.”

  “No!” the first goblin said, jerking the bag out of reach. “You already had lots of hot dogs. Don’t be greedy.”

  “I’m thirsty,” a third goblin complained. He tried to grab the bag, too. “Give me that, and I’ll make some more soda with the special magic.”

  “No!” the first goblin said again. “It’s mine and you’re not getting it.” Then he put the bag on the log and quickly sat on top of it, so the bag was completely covered by his bottom.

  Rachel groaned. “How are we going to get the bag now?” she wondered anxiously. “Quick—we’ve got to think of a plan!”

  “We need to get him off that log,” Kirsty said, thinking aloud. “Maybe if he saw something exciting—or scary!—he would jump to his feet. Hmmm …”

  “I’ve got it!” Rachel exclaimed. “We can frighten him out of his seat … by telling him a ghost story!”

  “That’s a great idea,” Morgan said. “But, wait! If we fly in like this, the goblins will know we’re trying to get my bag back. We need some disguises.”

  “Could you use your magic to make me look like a goblin?” Kirsty suggested. “Then I could sit down with them and tell them a spooky story.”

  “Yes,” said Rachel. Her words tumbled out enthusiastically as she thought of something else. “And maybe if I’m disguised as a ghost, I could pop out when you get to the scariest part, Kirsty—and I’ll make all the goblins jump!”