Tinker Bell Y El Secreto De | Las Hadas

She flew through the night, across the sea, until she saw the familiar house with the red roof. Lizzy was sitting by her window, her chin in her hands. She looked older now, sadder. Her belief in fairies had been worn down by school and time and the cruelty of growing up.

“The secret of the fairies,” the Queen announced, “is that there is no secret. We were never meant to be hidden. We were meant to be found —by those who still believe, and by those who have forgotten how.” Tinker Bell y El Secreto de Las Hadas

Lizzy pressed her hand to the glass. Tink pressed her tiny palm against the other side. She flew through the night, across the sea,