It was that magical time of year. Christmas in Gemstone Glade.

Angels with golden wings and golden crowns held the Christmas Tree as it gently descended to the frosty ground. They then flew around the glade, a hymn of divine happiness on their lips.

The song echoed throughout the forest, a ballad of Christmas bliss. Then the angels flew high into the night and were gone.

The tree glowed in the moonlight. It was a large pine tree with seven huge baubles of pulsing light: yellow, orange, green, blue, magenta, indigo and violet.

The top of the tree was home to a golden angel with a saintly smile on her lips.

Peacock Ore Patrick flew frantically to the tree. He had made it, first fairy to the Christmas Tree.

He landed on the large green bauble. It grew in size and then turned in to a huge portal of light. Patrick did not need any persuasion. He flew in to the green dream.

Beyond lay a green valley, undulating green grass stretching to green hills in the distance. Among the grass were large green flowers, a little like roses however completely green.

The day was chill and frost stroked the air with its cool hands.

Patrick flew over a flower, admiring its symmetry and its beautiful perfume which tickled his eyes. Gently he stroked a petal with his peacock ore tipped wand.

Then magic unfolded before him, but after all what did he expect with his fairy wand?

The flower grew in to a giant petal shaped portal of green light. What did Patrick do? Well of course he flew in to the light.

He found himself in a small forest glade surrounded by towering green trees. Everything was green, flowers, moss, trees … and five tiny green dragon babies, staring at him, transfixed.

Then mother arrived, a large green dragon circling over the glade like a protective green blanket.

“Greetings, fairy from another dimension. Please, stay awhile and play with my children. They have not met a fairy before. Show us your sparkle!”

So Patrick danced, spun and sang. The dragon babies watched and blew little fire rings in to the air. He assumed this was a sign of appreciation.

The mother dragon watched him with avid amusement. Eventually she said, “You try too hard. It is Christmas. Do you have a festive tale for my babies?”

So Patrick began to speak of Gemstone Glade, and the magic of Christmases past. You can read these stories too here: Christmas Gems

One of the baby dragons spoke quietly. “I want to go there.”

The mother dragon smiled in her eyes. “Fairy, can you take my babies for an adventure?”

So it came to be that five dragon babies and Mum Everlasta visited Gemstone Glade. The babies were entranced by the magical Christmas tree. One of them flew to the orange bauble … and was gone in to an orange portal of light. It closed behind him.

“Follow baby Stormlight!” roared his Mum. The Gemstone Glade fairies looked at each other. An adventure lit in their hearts. Together, Morganite Meg, Selenite Sue, Calcite Craig and Iolite Ina flew to the orange bauble, and reopened the portal. Then they were gone in to the welcoming light.

Check back soon for updates on their adventure!