Chapter 4

4 Going to jewelry class with Mei and Quinn was the best. But since discovering she was a Dragon Girl, Aisha had to admit that flying with her friends was even better! She loved the way her huge blue, silver, and gold wings cruised the air currents. Using her wings had taken a bit of

getting used to, but now she felt strong and sure when she flew high above the forest. She would never grow tired of feeling the breeze on her face and the drop in her stomach when she swooped low and then surged higher into the sky. Flying was better than any roller coaster in the world! And she loved being up so high that the forest stretched out like a lush carpet down below. But today the forest didn't look like a lush carpet at all. The forest colors were all gone. Everything was covered in thick white snow. There were no birds hopping from branch to branch, no butterflies flitting around bright flowers. The only movement Aisha could see were gray shadows gliding silently across the snow. She frowned. She wasn't crazy about snow, and she definitely didn't like Shadow Sprites!

So let's get that Magic Mirror back into the vault, as fast as we can! Aisha told herself. She looked across at Mei and Quinn and saw that the determination on her friends' faces matched hers. As they flew over a clearing, Aisha saw a huge pink fluffy… thing. What was it? The object looked like a cloud at sunset, except the sun

wasn't setting, and the cloudlike thing was on the ground. Mei and Quinn had spotted the pink thing, too. "Is it a swarm of Shadow Sprites in disguise?" Quinn suggested. Mei looked doubtful. "I don't think so. It's too puffy. It looks more like a giant blob of cotton candy. Should we check it out?" "Okay," said Aisha. "But let's get ready to roar if it turns out to be a pack of Shadow Sprites."

In a triangle formation, the Treasure Dragons flew lower and lower. As they landed softly on the snow, Aisha saw that the pink cloud thing was actually a herd of pink sheep, all pressed together. Up close, their fleeces looked more like spun sugar than ever. They even smelled sweet! The pink sheep were all pushing and shoving at one another, bleating mournfully. "I've always wanted lovely fleece. But mine is just all wrong!"

"Mine is far too thick and woolly. I want to shave it all off right now," baaed another sheep. "What about me? I can't believe how pink I am. It clashes horribly with my eyes. I wonder if I should dye my fleece?" "At least you can fix your problems," cried another sheep. "I can't seem to remember anything. Do you know what we're all even doing here?" "What's going on?" whispered Quinn. "I'll see if I can find out," said Aisha. She flew into the air and hovered over the fluffy pink sheep. The sheep were so distracted, they didn't even notice a Dragon Girl hovering above them. It was hard to see exactly, but there seemed to be something in the middle of the field. Whatever it was, the sheep kept jostling to get closer, bleating grumpily at one another. Aisha caught a quick glimpse of the thing—was that a frozen puddle?