Chapter Three
“You can fix it, Dr. Grace. I know you can.” Tink’s voice was strong and firm as she sat in the center of her hospital bed.
“You just believe in the magic.”
Tink’s pink kerchief fluttered upward as a gold leaf blew by. Grace blinked and found herself at the top of the mountain in the middle of their ancient ginseng bed with Tink standing before her, gossamer wings trembling on her back as the leaves of the ginseng danced around them in the wind.
“You can fix the mountain. Just listen to the song.”
Then the little fairy’s hand was in hers and Tink was leading her across the ginseng toward the rocks that bordered the east side of the bed. Grace saw that they were surrounded by darkness, boiling in the trees at the edge of the clearing and above their heads. Everything bey
