Unicorn Underworld

Unicorn Ryan trots merrily to Gemstone Glade, his wings fluttering and his horn glowing in the soft moonlight. It is time to find the magic tablet, and recommence his adventures.

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He unearths the secret tablet, whinnying softly. What adventures await?

There are words in the ancient stone, the names of magical animals. However, today one is shining brightly, like a fallen star trapped in stone.

The word Unicorn bewitches him in its eyeless stare.

Slowly, Ryan places the tip of his unicorn horn on the glittering word. It turns blue. Then a giant transparent star descends, twinkling like a Christmas tree light, as blue as a deep sea on a sunny day.

Ryan neighs as the star shimmers before him. Then he steps in to the blue light, and is gone.

Blue light dazzles his eyes, then fades as he enters a world of blue beauty. An indigo sky kisses a sapphire lake, and blue-leaved trees line its shores like a protective army.

A unicorn in a forest glade
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A breeze lifts his mane, and he hears steps behind. Turning, he beholds a beautiful unicorn with blue eyes and an indigo horn. She nods her head.

“A living unicorn arrives, as the prophecy predicts. You are not of this land, how did you find your way here?”

Ryan introduces himself, and briefly explains that he came here via a portal in Gemstone Glade.

“A beautiful forest space, I know it well although have not visited in years. I am Timelessa, master unicorn, keeper of knowledge and guardian of unicorn secrets. This is a land between worlds, and a resting place for unicorn souls between lives. You do not belong here, but you may stay awhile. There is a prophecy that a male unicorn will meet me here one day, and we will beget an extra special foal. However that is only half the prophecy, you will find out the remainder of your mission one day I have no doubt.”

She lowers her horn, and Ryan tentatively touchs it to his own. A magic golden cloud appears above.

“It is done,” intones Timelessa. “A unicorn foal will be born.”

The golden cloud settles at Timelessa’s feet, and begins to take on the form of a tiny gold unicorn.

“This is a special and powerful foal,” states Timelessa, licking the newborn soul with tenderness. “Never before have I encountered a golden unicorn. He is a miracle in living flesh.”

The golden foal opens his eyes. They are indigo blue, deep seas of ancient knowledge.

“He will be cared for well,” promises Timelessa. “I shiver at the magic he may be here to do.”

Ryan stares in delight and disbelief. Has he really just fathered a child?

“I will give you one unicorn secret to dwell on,” announces Timelessa. “Then it is time for you to go. But I feel that one day you may meet your child again, and when you do the second part of the prophecy will come true.”

“It has been an honour to meet you,” says Ryan softly.

“This is a unicorn secret. The unicorn tribe in days of old inhabited Planet Earth. We chose collectively to leave as we were hunted for our magical horns. Earth still remembers us, although they think we are just a nice myth. Today’s children love us, there are many unicorn books and toys. One day, we are destined to return. That will be a special day. This foal here, may be the start of that return.”

Ryan smiles inwardly. A future paradise lights his heart like a prayer. Will he one day run through the meadows of Planet Earth?

Ryan gazes in to the eyes of his son, and then speaks his name. “Indigo, his name is Indigo.”

“A wise choice,” declares Timelessa.

A unicorn and a foal stand on a tree bridge in a forest
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It is time to leave. Ryan flies through the waiting star, and is gone. Timelessa nudges her foal with motherly murmurs. The young foal gazes around, at once bewildered yet at home. A star suddenly appears above his head, shining bright gold. Then it flies up and away.

Down below on Planet Earth, the star traverses the night sky, lighting up statues beneath, turning them in to a brilliant gold. It is a sign. A new dawn will come.

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A Heaven Sent Homework Club

All was at peace in a snowlit Gemstone Glade, its crystals lighting up like Christmas stars, and a secret light playing with the fountain waters, turning them in to a frosty winter rainbow of chill colour.

The Gemstone Glade Christmas Tree stood resplendent in the centre of the glade. Giant baubles graced its branches, a picture of winter landscapes inside, mini worlds of wonder, dainty dimensions of joy.

One of the baubles slowly flew from its branch, hovering above the glade, before slowly floating in to the night.

a bubble with a winter wonderland scene inside, in a blue sky of stars
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Claudia sat alone in her bedroom, textbooks littering her bed like a mad scientist’s mess. Homework was a private hell in her head. She hated school, but not as much as it hated her. Bullying – from teachers and pupils alike – belittled her life.

A wind suddenly played with her hair. In surprise she looked up. A giant Christmas bauble hung from the ceiling, a winter forestscape inside. Disbelief turned to delight as she reached to touch it.

Then she was there, in the winter snow. A charming wooden house confronted her. Its red door proudly displayed a Christmas wreath … and it began to open.

A smiling granny face appeared, crinkled eyes laughing under white curls, wizened hands holding a walking stick. “Welcome to the magical Christmas homework club.”

Claudia followed the old woman inside. A bright fire greeted her, with a number of children huddled in front, like metal figurines attracted to a magnet. A large Christmas tree was bedecked with presents hanging from branches and piled high beneath. An air of magic pervaded the room, like a perfume of endless possibility.

“I am Nina, and these are my recruits, like you. These are all children who have had enough of boring school homework, they would like to do real work!”

Nina laughed lightly. “We are making paper flowers. Choose a colour! And choose your quality: for example, peacefulness, happiness, compassion, wisdom. We use magic paint to imbue your flower with this virtue.”

Claudia happily joined the group of children. She felt somehow at home, as if she had been here before and always knew she would come back.

She chose the colour pink, and began to shape a rose out of pliable paper. The magic paintbrush was warm in her hand, and she felt her chest grow hot as she applied the colour.

“What is your virtue?” asked Nina.

“It is peace, peace for all mankind, gentle kindness to all animals, and happiness in all earthly hearts.”

“Well chosen,” murmured Nina. The other children giggled. Yellow, purple, red and orange flowers glowed in the firelight.

Claudia could not later recall how long she painted flowers before the fire in the little house. Time had turned to mist, and a fog fondled her mind. She painted and painted, more and more flowers, the smile on her face the best flower of all.

She chatted with the other children, but afterwards could not remember their names.

The real world had receded, leaving her in a bubble of molten magic. After an hour or many hours, she could not be sure, Nina finally said: “Time to go home. But first, we must set the flowers free.”

The children assembled outside the house, and let a gentle breeze take their flowers far far away. Like Christmas presents they had outgrown, it was time to pass on the gift, a moment to unleash a magic beyond comprehension.

“You have spun a sacred Christmas web of golden wishes. Peace, love, understanding and compassion are now soaring through the air streams, and wherever your flowers come to rest, great blessings will seed. A true healing has taken place today. Time to go home, special ones. Your guide awaits.”

white unicorn with gold horn next to snow laden tree
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A white unicorn with a golden horn stepped confidently through the snow. One by one, he placed his magical golden horn on each child’s forehead. Claudia closed her eyes as she felt gold energy soar through her mind. She opened them again to behold her bedroom, still a mess, and so strangely ordinary and dull after her adventure.

Claudia opened her notebook, and began to draw a flower, the power of peace in her heart.

Many many miles away, painted flowers floated down rivers and in to the sea, as peace kissed the world with its gentle lips. A brighter Christmas morning would dawn, flower energy in its heart, the winds of tomorrow blowing across the world like a mist of memories, a memory of the future, a hope for all time.

sunrise
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