Fairy Rhodochrosite Ruth possessed only one special gift, the ability to turn roses in to rhodochrosite crystal. And each crystal rose would contain the dreams coming true magic known only to fairies.

As Ruth swept through Gemstone Glade today she felt sad. There were no more roses to practice with in the forest at large. She had a talent … but no toys to play with.

Then magic struck her like a diamond crystal arrow, a weapon of wizardry that lit the glade with bright pink light. It was an enchanted portal, and impossible to resist its sweet radiance.

On the other side, Ruth found herself in a children’s school playground. What am I doing here? she thought nervously. Then she saw it. A rose garden at the far end of the playground, likely cared for by little hands, childish laughter linking with rose magic to create a special space of joy.

Ruth closed her eyes and used her fairy power to enlarge to human size. She had a feeling she would be staying for a while, so best to fit in.

Then she set to work. The next morning, children arrived in the schoolyard to screams of bewilderment, the sunshine of delight trying to break through the clouds of disquiet.

For every rose was now a beautiful pink crystal flower. Little did they know that this was enchanted rhodochrosite crystal.

As the children touched them, rose crystals fell in to waiting hands. These were dreamcatcher crystals. Fast forward fifteen years … and dream happy ever after careers had taken hold. From Postman Pat to astronaut, from ice skater to brain surgeon, from pop singer to policeman, every child achieved their secret wish in life.

And Ruth followed each destiny like a lab technician tending plants. She had chosen to stay in the village, keep her new body and earning her living as a magician, a very easy job for a fairy.

The dust of dreams come true dazzled her eyes. It was time for new magic, she had achieved her goals here.

The day had come to whisper rose-tinted poems elsewhere. She snapped her fingers and the pink portal appeared again. Rose grinned with the mirth of a magician.

First, she arrived at Anglesey Abbey Gardens in Cambridgeshire, UK. The scent of roses teased her brain. She smiled with the satisfaction of a five year old truly believing they would be an astronaut one day. There was work to do here.

Then Ruth portal flew to the rose garden at The Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens in San Marino, California. Here she found heaven, and vowed never to leave.

However after some weeks another portal opened unannounced, and transported her to the Roseraie du Val-de-Marne in France. A celebration of roses embraced her like a soft summer wind. Ruth had finally found the happiness that had eluded her all her life.

One day she would return to Gemstone Glade, and what tales she could tell. Until then, she would heal the world … one rose petal at a time. And like a rose, Ruth’s pink prayer would last forever.