8 Lost

8 Lost All Violet could see was fog. Thick, gray fog. Sprite flew in front of her. She could barely see him. She could only see his shimmering wings.

"Where are we? What happened?" Violet asked. "Did you make another mistake?" "I'm not sure what happened," Sprite said. "Maybe we should try to get out of this fog," Violet said. "Sit on my shoulder so I don't lose you."

Violet felt Sprite land on her shoulder. She took a step forward. The thick fog swirled around them. Violet couldn't see a thing. Violet took one step. Then another. She stopped. "This is no good," Violet said. "I don't even know where we are." Sprite's tiny ears perked up. "Do you hear that?" Violet listened. She thought she heard kids laughing and playing.

"I think we're near the playground," Sprite said. "You might be right," Violet said. "So how did this fog get here? Did Pix make it?" Sprite shook his head. "Pix can't do this kind of magic. But Hinky Pink could."

"Hinky who?" Violet asked. "Hinky Pink. He's another fairy who escaped," Sprite said. "He can control the weather. He could be trying to keep us from catching Pix." Violet shivered. The fog felt cold and clammy. "Can't we undo the magic?" Violet asked. "I could turn my hoodie inside out again." "That won't work," Sprite said. "This magic is too strong for that." "Then what can we do?" Violet asked. "There is one thing," Sprite said. "We can try saying Hinky Pink's name backward. Three times."

"Backward?" Violet asked. She tried to picture the name in her mind. "You mean we have to say 'Knip Yknih'?" Her tongue tripped over the words. "That's it!" Sprite said. "But we have to do it together." "Slowly!" Violet said. Violet's and Sprite's voices rang out in the fog, "Knip Yknih. Knip Yknih. Knip Yknih!" A strong wind came. It blew the fog away. Violet blinked. Now the sun shone brightly in her eyes. The sky was blue. There were no clouds in the sky. It was magic!