El Secreto De Las Hadas - Tinker Bell Y

Lizzy pressed her hand to the glass. Tink pressed her tiny palm against the other side.

“It’s pointing to the Mainland,” Tink whispered. “To Lizzy.” Tinker Bell y El Secreto de Las Hadas

Tinker Bell looked at the chest, then at her own grease-stained fingers. “So the secret isn’t a treasure. It’s a bridge .” Lizzy pressed her hand to the glass

Tinker Bell smiled, her hands already itching for her next project. She was no longer just a Tinker. She was a bridge. Tinker Bell y El Secreto de Las Hadas

Estela appeared again, smiling. “The places where human wonder is born. The Cradle is where a baby first laughs. The School is where a child first imagines. The Hospital is where hope is needed most. And the Window… the Window is where a lonely soul looks out and wishes for magic.”