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    The Lost Secret of Time: Crystal Keeper Chronicles, #4
    The Lost Secret of Time: Crystal Keeper Chronicles, #4
    The Lost Secret of Time: Crystal Keeper Chronicles, #4
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    The Lost Secret of Time: Crystal Keeper Chronicles, #4

    By Tiffany Turner

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    Wanda Stewart's fairy adventures have landed her in 1983, and only her thirteen-year-old mother can help. After befriending the school librarian, Wanda works with her mother and a strange boy to solve a way to jump in time to the present. Hopefully, together they can capture the evil sorcerer Balkazaar once and for all.

    But nothing is easy when you are working with fairies. Forced to find her animal helpers in the past, Wanda finally connects with the Fairy Queen and comes up with a plan. But will it backfire when she finds out who the strange boy really is? How will Wanda ever get home to her present time? Only the guidance from a mysterious dragon, finding her cat sorcerer guide, Brewford, in the past and her reliance on her new friends can help Wanda solve getting home and imprisoning Balkazaar for good.

    *This is the final adventure in the Crystal Keeper Chronicles.

    Other series books include:

    The Lost Secret of Fairies

    The Lost Secret of the Green Man

    The Lost Secret of Dragonfire

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTiffany Turner
    Release dateSep 10, 2018
    ISBN9780997817041
    The Lost Secret of Time: Crystal Keeper Chronicles, #4
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    Tiffany Turner

    Tiffany Turner is the author of the Crystal Keeper Chronicles children’s fantasy adventure series. She has been a teacher for eighteen years, and has experience working with second, third, fourth, and fifth graders. She developed teaching techniques to nurture a love of writing in her classroom using her own fantasy adventure series. She has been a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators for thirteen years. When not writing, Mrs. Turner enjoys reading, making wire-wrapped crystal jewelry, playing the Gaelic harp at Northern California Renaissance fairs, and spending time with her husband and her new cat, Zeta. The cat, of course, is still the center of attention.

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      The Lost Secret of Time - Tiffany Turner

      Prologue

      I WAS A CRYSTAL KEEPER, guide and helper to the World of Fairy, chosen by the Fairy Queen of the Western Realms. I must gather Crystal Keepers to help re-imprison the evil sorcerer, Balkazaar, in the World Between, the region between the real world and the fairy world.

      Together, Crystal Keepers like myself must link together to finally imprison him for good. But I ran into a hiccup when I became stuck in the past.

      Chapter 1

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      JUMP NOW, WANDA, OR it may be too late. Brewford’s head voice was muffled by the noise of the vortex as I jumped into the swirling time gate. As I entered, the bolt from the evil sorcerer Balkazaar struck toward Brewford, my ally and cat-sorcerer friend. Before I could react, I was  spinning faster and faster, losing all ability to see what was around me except for the swirling sparkles and forceful wind that surrounded me. I was at the center of a tornado, spinning and falling in all directions at once. I tried to squelch my feelings of nausea, but couldn’t seem to stop the dry heaves that overtook me. To be spinning and falling at the same time made me lose all sense of where I was, how I was situated, and all sense of time. Except I had had the feeling I was staying in place, traveling without moving.

      Suddenly, I felt a thump. I opened my eyes to see where I’d landed, and I almost couldn’t believe it. I was in the middle of the quad area at my school. I was the only one there. No one else was around. It seemed by the light to be morning, and there was a cool breeze blowing across my face. I felt the freshly mown grass beneath me. I had landed with one knee up and my butt on the ground, my hands braced behind me, holding me up.

      The click-click of high heels made me turn my head to see who was coming. It was a lady wearing plastic-rimmed glasses. She was dressed in one of those retro dress suits from the 1980s. I’ve seen a few of those on Saved by The Bell reruns that my dad made me and my brother watch when we were there for a visit.  She had on a powder-blue silk blouse to match the grey of the suit. She spotted me and came over.

      Young lady, what are you doing? You should be in class by now, she looked at her watch. The bell rang at least ten minutes ago. Did you check-in with the office for a tardy slip?

      I blinked a few times, trying to figure out how to answer her. No, not yet. I got up and brushed off some of the grass. What had happened? How did I end up back at school? I shook my head. I must had lost track of time studying for my test next period. There. I hoped that would cover any problems of why I was in the middle of the quad.

      Yes, well, I’m sure your homeroom teacher will want to know you’re here by now so they don’t mark you absent. She clapped her hands in that way that adults do, thinking it will make you move faster. Now, off you go. She motioned me toward the front office. That’s when I got a good look at her face. It was Mrs. Wilkinson, my social studies teacher. But she was much younger. There were hardly any wrinkles around her eyes, and she didn’t had a double chin.

      No. That can’t be possible, unless she’d had serious plastic surgery. Or, of course, there was another possibility that hit me. Maybe that wasn’t a retro suit she was wearing. I started to walk down the corridor towards the office. I glanced behind me and watched her carry on with her quick pace, clicking down the corridor. Thanks, Mrs. Wilkinson.  She waved back to me, without even breaking her stride. The fact that she looked young... Her suit new... I turned back towards the office and realized it wasn’t just Mrs. Wilkinson, my whole school looked very different. The trees were smaller, and the roses that were supposed to be gigantic had short, stalks with only a few leaves and a bud or two.

      I continued through the corridor to one of the side passages that led to the main office. There were flyers on a bulletin board near the cafeteria, I looked close and saw sections for the classes of ’83, ’84, and ’85. What was going on? What year did I land in?

      I looked around for Brewford and my dragon time-path guide, Sydney. But there were no scales or furry critters to be found anywhere under bushes I passed or behind corners. Did Brewford dodge that last thunderbolt from Balkazaar? I started to worry that something had gone wrong. I made it through, but I didn’t see either of them anywhere.

      I made it to the front office and went straight to the secretary’s desk. It wasn’t Mrs. Jones, the regular school secretary I knew. This secretary was a lady with brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her hair was feathered back, flipping on both sides. I tried not to laugh. It reminded me of my parents’ yearbooks. I could smell the hairspray as I leaned against the counter waiting for her to get off the phone. Behind her was one of those really old Apple computers with a small, green digital screen and a brown keyboard.

      She looked up and whispered, One minute, then shuffled some folders in front of her. Right. I’ll look that up and call you back. She hung up the phone and looked over to me. Good morning, dear. How can I help you?

      I cringed.   I wasn’t six years old. I stood up straighter, summoning my confidence. I tried to think of what to say when I noticed a calendar hanging on the wall. There was a picture of kids dressed up in Halloween costumes, happily reading books. Below them the caption read: October 1983. All I could say was, Um, because I’d finally figured out what happened. I had a job to do here. I had made it through the time gate to the past. The past I’d fallen into was apparently in the 1980s. Sometime in October 1983.

      Speak up, dear. I don’t had all day. Were you late to school? Do you need a tardy slip and pass?

      I nodded my head numbly. I felt frozen to the spot. 1983. What was I going to do? I had no idea where Sydney or Brewford might have ended up, if they made it at all. Balkazaar could have killed them at the time vortex, leaving me the only one left. I tried to breathe deep, calming myself so I didn’t have to see the sorcerer battle between Brewford and Balkazaar again. Balkazaar had taken us all by surprise, just as Sydney had made a time gate for us to go through. Then, bam, I jumped through to get away and, as far as I knew, I was now alone on my mission in 1983. All by mistake. And with no way to get home.

      I nodded. It was the only thing I could think of to do.

      Okay, dear. I’ll write you a pass. Katrina? Could you come here a moment?

      From the back room, a girl came out from working what looked like an old copy machine, except it looked a lot cleaner and newer. Well, it probably seemed old to me. It took up most of the room in the back area of the office. The secretary turned around to talk to the girl. Katrina, dear, could you take, um... the secretary turned back to me. What was your name again?

      Wanda. At least I knew how a school worked. I let myself fall into the role of just being a student while my mind tried to work out what to do next.

      Yes then, Wanda. The secretary started filling out an orange piece of paper. Here is your pass, dear. Katrina, could you take Wanda to her homeroom? You can’t walk the halls alone, she looked at me. Have to follow school policy, you know. She turned and grabbed a paper from the dot-matrix printer behind her. Then, she handed it to me. And here is your schedule, dear. Welcome to Drexel Jr. High.

      I took the pass from her and nodded again. As I was thinking of an answer for the secretary, I got a good look at Katrina’s face. No. It couldn’t be. I’d only seen pictures at my grandmother’s house of her looking that young. And of course, she’d gone to the same school as me as a kid. But it was thirty years ago.

      Then, I looked up from the pass and tried to remain calm. Mom? I looked at the girl in front of me. I couldn’t believe what had happened. The girl looking back at me had my mom’s eyes. In fact, she could have been my sister. She was my age, and looked like a total throwback to the eighties. Her brown hair was clipped back with a barrette with ribbons woven around it.

      Her clothes were very retro, with a rainbow that went across her T-shirt from one sleeve across the front to the other sleeve. It was kind of cool. She had on some tight jeans. Her shoes were tennis shoes, but not designer like Nike. I think they were just regular tennis shoes made of blue denim. My mom looked  totally different. But then, I was totally not where I should be. I had to remind myself it was 1983.

      You got your pass? my mom asked.

      I struggled to remember her first name. Katrina, right? I looked at her to see if I got it correct.

      Yeah. It’s Katrina. She looked me over and grabbed a pass from the secretary, too. Okay. Come on. I’ll be your buddy to get you to your homeroom. Which one is it?

      It was all happening so fast. I looked over my schedule the secretary handed

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