Nirvana is a nurse unicorn, and a keeper of knowledge.
She looks after ancient unicorns in a paradise world for the elderly. She ensures their last days are the best of their lives. Her secret to helping them? Telling stories. She makes them up each night, her imagination afire with flames that never go out. The embers of her mind hiss with fictitious unicorn knights and kings. She wished they were all real, that she could meet them someday.
Tonight, on Christmas Eve 2020, Nirvana has come to Gemstone Glade to drink from its healing fountain waters. She has an important task ahead of her. As the keeper of unicorn knowledge, the elderly unicorns pass on to her their life experience. She keeps their knowledge alive.
This Christmas 2020, her mission is to impart a tiny, tiny part of this knowledge to humankind. She has already chosen her vessel. A child, of course, because only children believe in unicorns.
She flies through the dimensions to Planet Earth, as ten year old Anna drifts slowly to sleep. Anna can’t wait for Christmas Day, begging to go early to bed so it could come even sooner. As she descends to the dreamworld, a silent visitor materialises by her bed,
Nirvana gently touches her unicorn horn to Anna’s forehead. The child does not awake. Instead, she is joined in her dreams by mighty, knightly unicorns. Ancient unicorn fables weave their way through the web of her mind. The stories are there to stay, seeds that will grow in to exotic flowers as Anna grows up.
Nirvana says a silent prayer, and quietly leaves. When Anna awakes on Christmas morning, she immediately grabs her notebook and pen. She has dreamt of unicorns and has a story – if not a novel – in her head. Anna has always loved creative writing. Now she can think of nothing else. She must write.
“There was once was a Queen Unicorn called Celeste, and she ruled her land with love and joy … “
Anna continues to write, a smile on her face like the first snowdrops of spring. Downstairs, her mother is calling. Christmas presents are waiting. But Anna is unwrapping the best present of all: her new found imagination. Now ignited, the flames will never die.
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