Aravana, an elderly unicorn with a large heart, lay on the grass in Gemstone Glade and lightly neighed, the sound of silent magic. Her mane and tail sparkled with glowing flowers, one for each of the magic spells in her soul.

Today, she touched her silver horn to the mushrooms in the glade. They began to sing, pink smoke around them. Then the fairies hiding under them flew forth, all the colours of the rainbow. Their bodies grew, from inches to three feet. They laughed, music in the air. They flew higher, flapping their larger wings, sighing and shrieking in the wind.

Aravana watched, happiness in her eyes.

The fairies flew away, but she knew they would be back: more powerful than ever.

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