She climbed into the boughs of the tree, her heart hammering with each gust of wind. “Don’t look down,” she said to herself, but she didn’t have to look to know how far away the ground must be. “I can do this.”
In time she reached the highest branch. She mustered the dregs of her courage and pointed her wand to the sky, whispering the words she’d been practicing for months.
At first nothing happened. The girl clenched her eyes closed and concentrated, whispering the words again.
One by one the stars came out and peered down at her. She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw them. With another flick of her wands, she drew the moon up from the horizon.
The night creatures breathed a sigh of relief, for a moonrise fairy had come at last.