The Gemstone Glade Christmas Tree glimmered in the winter sun, its rainbow array of baubles winking, conspirators of magic.
Fairy Citrine Cindy flew round the tree, a smile of a hundred suns on her tiny yellow face. Today, she would choose the yellow bauble, her kindred colour.
She danced in front of the bauble, waving her arms and swinging her legs furiously. The sunlight sparkled in her wings, a Christmas light in freefall.
Then the yellow bauble turned in to a huge portal of golden light. With a cheeky chuckle, Cindy flew in to the shimmering gateway.
Golden yellow sands confronted her, emerald green waves licking the beach gently. A large yellow sun hung triumphant in the sky. Hills of yellow grass hugged the beach like a long lost friend.
A yellow seagull flew towards her. “Hello, fairy from afar. I am Seagull Solomon.”
Cindy instantly liked Solomon, he was the same colour as her after all. “I am from Gemstone Glade,” she whispered in her silken voice, the sound of angels laughing.
“Gemstone Glade? It really exists then? I thought it was a myth, a place so magical it could not possibly be real …”
“I can take you there,” promised Cindy.
“I would love to go. But let me first introduce you to my friend Jasmine, a magical sea dragon.”
Solomon cawed to the sky, the sound of every wonder of the world rolled in to one.
The ocean sighed, and the waves parted in two as something large approached … Then she was there, in all her golden yellow glory. A beautiful dragon with emerald green eyes and glowing yellow wings. She breathed yellow smoke as she slowly crept over the sand towards them.
“Jasmine! I have a new friend!”
Cindy laughed. It was not often she met other yellow creatures, especially not ones as mysterious as these two.
Jasmine asked Cindy to climb atop her head, and then flew over the yellow hills and lakes of yellow lava, and of course the ocean studded by islands of yellow sands.
Cindy felt an aching sense of awe suffuse her heart. She was in paradise.
“I simply must show you and Solomon my home now,” sighed Cindy.
So Cindy returned through the yellow portal of light, followed by a seagull and then a mighty dragon.
The other crystalline fairies flew around them, intrigued and hoping for some magic. They were not disappointed.
Seagull Solomon shed a yellow feather. The fairies seized it and began to play. Their wings sprouted tiny yellow feathers. They giggled in delight.
Then Jasmine breathed yellow smoke on the Gemstone Glade fountain. Fierce dragon fire ignited, floating on the surface of the water like huge candles. Jasmine breathed again, extinguishing the fire. The fairies clapped in delinquent delight.
Jasmine relit the fountain, and her magic trickled through the portals of the glade and drifted silently to Planet Earth.
On Christmas Eve, every fountain anywhere on Planet Earth lit up with ferocious yellow fire, a fleeting five minutes of magnificence. It was a Christmas sign, a portent of magic to come … It was the power of every child’s Christmas wish coming true.
It was that most magical time of year in Gemstone Glade, Christmas. A tree with baubles that turned in to portals to other worlds stood resplendent in the centre of the glade, like a living dream, a silent prayer for something better.
Peacock Ore Patrick had opened the green portal and returned with a mother dragon and her babies, one of whom opened the orange bauble portal, and was gone.
“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.
An orange desert confronted them, however in the distance an orange ocean was visible.
The baby Stormlight flew swiftly towards a tall turreted temple in the middle of the desert. It shone in the sun, like a beacon of hope.
The fairies followed, waving their wands like a little army, their wings glowing in the sun.
As Stormlight reached the crystalline temple, its high door opened like magic. Its orange walls sparkled in the sun. Inside, a small fountain giggled softly in the orange light. An orange winged fairy swam in its shining waters.
A tall orange crystalline angel walked towards Stormlight, wings fluttering with excitement, and a smile like a rising sun on her handsome face. Long curly auburn hair framed her head and a sequinned orange dress completed the vibrant look.
“Welcome to Carnelian Castle, dear young dragon,” she sang in a soft voice. “I am Carnelian Cate. I have been waiting for you. There is a prophecy of a dragon, a warrior soul who will one day be king of Crystal Cave Land. It is far away, over the ocean, a world of dragons at war with each other and in need of a wise ruler. One day, that will be you.”
Cate walked to a large carnelian treasure chest, and produced a stunning carnelian crown. She placed it on Stormlight’s head. It fit perfectly.
“Go back to your mother, learn from her and your brothers and sisters. Then when the time is right, return to us. By rubbing this crown you will reopen the portal to here.”
The fairies watched, transfixed. A small hand touched Morganite Meg’s shoulder. She turned to behold a carnelian crystal fairy, wings dripping water. It was the fountain fairy.
“Hello, I am Carnelian Cara. I have never met another fairy before, it is a lonely life here. I am so so pleased to meet you.”
So the story ends with the intrepid travellers returning to Gemstone Glade, one with a crown on their head and a new fairy in tow.
Carnelian Cara clapped her hands in delight when she saw Gemstone Glade. All the other glade fairies welcomed her, for all crystalline fairies are one large extended family.
Mother Dragon was delighted to learn of Stormlight’s adventures. Her son … a king one day!
So this Christmas story has a happy ending. The fairies invited the dragons to stay for a fairy party, and songs and stories turned the day in to a wondrous night that they all hoped would never end.
The magic of Christmas kissed the glade as it began to snow, drops of magic that turned in to tiny stars as they hit the fountain. The stars spun above the glade. It was a Gemstone Glade Christmas like no other.
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.
Unicorn Ryan proudly walks through Gemstone Glade, best friend white tiger cub Waterfall not far behind. They are here to unearth the magic stone tablet gifted to them last Christmas, read the story here
By placing a unicorn horn over the ancient text on the tablet, they can travel to any of the magical places listed.
Unicorn Ryan neighs softly. The words reassemble before him, then new writing appears. Phoenix Prairie. Surprise turns to excitement as he touches the new words with his horn.
A golden circle appears before them. Wisps of smoke drift through. Ryan looks at Waterfall, and nods his head. They jump through, one after another.
An expanse of long grass confronts them, with red and violet flowers shyly peeping between the green. There is a large mountain beyond the prairie, smoke covering its top like a cloak of invisibility.
A high sun hugs the prairie with warm rays. Violet and red clouds sail across the sky, mirrors to the wildflowers below.
Then they see it. A large bird with gold and red feathers is flying towards them.
A violet cloud covers the sun and the prairie is bathed in purple light. The bird lands before them, black eyes sparkling like dark diamonds.
“Welcome, travellers from afar,” says the bird inside their minds. “I am Perry, Phoenix Protector. I see that you both carry great healing in your hearts.”
“We are Ryan and Waterfall,” murmurs Ryan in his head. “We travel far and wide, trying to learn about and ultimately help the universe.”
“You have arrived in Phoenix Sun Star. We rest here and study, and on occasion leave by the portal that brought you here to wherever we are needed. Then we return to the mountain there of our birth.”
Smoke snakes down the side of the mountain.
“It is a living mountain, in your world I believe these mountains are called volcanos. It will spew forth fire any minute. Then, like us phoenixes, the mountain will rebirth itself, and a new age will begin here on our planet.”
“Does anyone live in the mountain?” asks Ryan.
“Yes, an ancient and wise dragon called Delicia. She has been asleep for a hundred years waiting for her next adventure. I believe the simmering volcano will awaken her. She is related to us phoenixes, her scales are gold and red like our feathers.”
A roar echoes across the land, which shudders under their feet.
“Is that the dragon?” asks Ryan.
“No, our mountain is about to go on fire, or erupt as you call it in your world. It is time for you two to return home. Before you go, however, let me gift each of you one of my magical feathers.”
Perry plucks two feathers from his massive body. “A golden one for you, Ryan, and a red one for you, Waterfall.”
The phoenix holds in his claw the two feathers, which Ryan and Waterfall carefully place in their mouths. Electric energy soars through their bodies.
The volcano rumbles like an angry monster. Above, a large white bird flies round them.
“Ah,” says Perry, “it is Pamela. The only white phoenix on this world.”
Pamela lands before them. “Take me home with you, intrepid travellers. It is time for me to leave this world.”
The volcano rumbles again as if in answer. And then a superb sight fills the sky: a giant gold and red dragon flies out of the mouth of the volcano. Flying higher and higher, it momentarily blocks the sun. Then it flies towards them … and is gone, through the portal to Gemstone Glade which is still open.
The volcano roars like a livid lion. Ryan and Waterfall look at each other, then jump back through the golden portal. Pamela follows them. The portal closes behind her.
Delicia the Dragon flies above Gemstone Glade, scales shining under the soft sunlight, eyes dancing with molten mystery.
Magic red and gold dust falls from her shining scales. The fountain waters turn a reddish gold, bubbling with renewed energy. The fairies reach out their hands to seize the magic dust, as their wings flutter and grow larger. The leaves on the trees turn gold and red, an instant autumn beauty that bewitches the glade.
Then Delicia is gone, flying far in to the night. She will soar the skies for two days, before finally landing in her perfect home: Loch Ness. She finds a secret underground cave beneath the waters, with a magic entrance that stops water from entering. However there is already a dragon there. Delicia is excited to finally meet one of her own kind after so many decades asleep. Duncan the Dragon falls in love immediately. He tells her a tale of the humans who inhabit the Earth, and how they call him the Loch Ness Monster.
He is an ancient protector of the land, breathing his magic smoke in to the night, watching it swirl across the sky and beyond, creating a protective layer over Scotland. Delicia chuckles. “Let’s add some gold and red dust to this layer, and let the sparkle rain down, healing this land and all its peoples.”
And so, unknown and unacknowledged, Duncan and Delicia work all night to heal the land. In the morning, they sleep. A new dawn paints the sky gold and primrose pink, the magic of colour mingling with dragon dust, a day for miracles to happen, and perhaps they will.
Far away, a white phoenix Pamela flies under the sunlit sky. Her feathers shine in the sunlight, a shimmering cloud of white drifting in a dream …
… and all the best dreams come true.
Pamela lands in a tiny garden in a very small village in England. There is a bird table but she is too big to enter. Instead, she perches on top.
A young boy runs out of the house. “A large white bird!” he sighs in disbelief. She realises that she has made his day.
And perhaps he will make hers.
Pamela flies towards the boy, and purposefully drops a white feather. It is of course a magic feather.
Daryl cautiously picks it up, a smile playing with his lips like a young bird frolicking in a fountain … a Gemstone Glade fountain. Then he frowns. The feather turns in his hands. An idea is itching inside him.
For the white feather carries the energy of peace. Daryl runs inside, finding a notepad and pen. He is compelled to write, and write. It is a children’s book, with one message … peace. Peace on the streets, peace in towns everywhere, peace between countries, peace in every man’s heart. Daryl writes in to the night. Unbeknown to him, Pamela is above on the roof. As day dawns, she quietly flies away.
A feather falls in a river as she flies past. It drifts like a beautiful dream, until one day it will join the sea. And as it does, by magic it multiplies. The coastline turns white, feathers in the sea, feathers on the beach, feathers flying on the wind … a feather to heal every crying heart.
Pamela returns to Gemstone Glade, a feather falling into its fountain. The waters bubble with hope, as the fairies seize the feather and dance around it. It is a day of feather fun … it is just another magical day in Gemstone Glade.
Far away, feathers float in a sea of hope. A prayer of peace plays with its waves. And all is still, serenity a song in the air.
Silvia the Unicorn with a moonstone horn softly enters Gemstone Glade, followed by her son Silver. Like his mother, Silver has a special unicorn horn – of silver, with the power to turn wood in to silver metal.
Silvia’s horn can create moonshine light around her, a bubble of soft bright light, while Silver’s horn can create an actual moon, a tiny globe that would birth then fly in to the night, to land where no one could tell.
Silvia and Silver place their horns in the magical Gemstone Glade fountain. Three tiny silver moons emerge from its waters, and fly high in to the night.
Silver places his horn on a mighty oak tree, the ancient protector of Gemstone Glade. Immediately a small silver step appears on its trunk, then a beautiful silver ladder unfurls like new leaves, rising through the tree’s branches to a fantasy land above.
Silvia and Silver rub horns together, pleased with their night’s work.
The Gemstone Glade fairies fly up the silver ladder, following it to the mists above. They arrive in a cloudy land of silver spires, silver rivers and silver fountains. A unicorn with a silver horn approaches them. “Are you from the fabled Gemstone Glade?”
The fairies point to the ladder in the clouds. The unicorn nods. “I am Wisdom, and I am keen to meet the famous unicorn cousins of Gemstone Glade.”
The fairies laugh, and then fly round the top of the silver ladder, hands linked. A bubble of silver light appears. “Jump through!” they cry, pleased with their attempt at magic.
Wisdom lands in Gemstone Glade. “Welcome,” intones Silvia reverently. “Are you from Silver Star, a magical world of liquid silver seas and seven silver moons?”
“I am indeed, and I believe you have created this portal. You are truly meant to visit us in Silver Star. Follow me.”
Wisdom jumps back through the silver portal, with Silvia and Silver behind. They stay for many months on Silver Star, developing their silver powers. Silver creates several tiny moons that now dance in the sky above. Wisdom teaches them how to use silver in new and exciting ways, there is so much to learn and they feel so happy here.
However one day a silver moon descends, turning in to a bright portal of light before them.
“It is time for you to return home,” whispers Wisdom sadly. “But you may return one day. Fare thee well, unicorns of the silver ray. You are always welcome on Silver Star.”
Silvia and Silver return to Gemstone Glade. They place their horns in the fountain waters. Moonshine flows from the fountain, a wave of silver love.
All the many unicorns of the forest assemble, keen to welcome back their friends. It is time to spread silver tears of joy. It is time to once again become a Gemstone Glade unicorn. Other worlds may be magical beyond belief, but there is no place quite like home, and nowhere more bravely bewitching than Gemstone Glade. It is time to sleep under a Gemstone Glade moon, and dream of endless silver rivers.
May you be blessed this night with silver tinged dreams, may moonshine always gift you a tiny piece of Gemstone Glade magic, and may a Gemstone Glade unicorn appear by your side in any time of need. For once you visit Gemstone Glade in your sleep, it will always be there in your heart, a silver moon of hope.
Dahlia the duck flew in to Gemstone Glade, landing in a twirl of feathers on the fountain. She quacked in dizzy delight. Dahlia was of course a magical duck, as so many of Gemstone Glade’s guests.
Dahlia glided through the fountain waters, sautéing and pirouetting like a ballerina in green, blue and brown. Her soft quack woke the fairies, who quickly joined her, loving the chance to dance and show off to an audience of ancient trees and two tenderly watching unicorns.
However this was no ordinary dance, for Dahlia had come with a private purpose: to lay some magical duck eggs. These would be the first ducklings to come to Gemstone Glade, and what duck delight the future now held.
Dahlia danced under the full moon until she grew tired, and then flew to a huge tree, wisdom of the ages in its brown bark. There she nested and laid her eggs, her feathers shining in soft moonlight and her heart beating with maternal music.
Dahlia sat supreme on her eggs for a month. Then the dainty darlings hatched. They were of course unusual ducklings, with one odd wing among the baby yellow: seven ducklings with each either an orange, mint green, sky blue, light pink, magenta, violet or indigo feather. One day they would shed this special feather, and the finder would be blessed beyond their wildest dreams.
When they were old enough, Dahlia escorted them to the Pond of Paradise, in the magical forest not far from Gemstone. The island in the centre of the pond contained a gateway to a land of golden birds. One day, Dahlia hoped to find this gateway. Until then, she would be happy as a mother. A golden feather fell behind the ducks as they swam together, a thousand dreams come true within. And somewhere, golden birds danced in their own golden fountain, singing a timeless music of golden glee. Dahlia quacked softly. Then all was at peace in Pond of Paradise, a soft silence like a blanket around them.
The moon kissed Gemstone Glade softly, her light dancing like a silver fairy in the fountain waters. The glade purred in expectation of the profound.
It did not have long to wait. Zena the winged Zebra flew gently in to the glade, magic in her deep eyes and magnificence in her mighty wings. She was the only known Pegasus zebra, a mystery in dazzling black and white.
Tonight, she had come to Gemstone Glade for a very special reason. When the moon shone through the trees of Gemstone Glade it opened a portal, a secret gateway to a black unicorn dimension, accessible only to black unicorns – and to herself, the one winged zebra in the world.
Zena turned in a circle three times, and then in front of her opened a window deep black with golden stars. Zena jumped through effortlessly.
She was in Bliss Star, sacred land of the black unicorn.
A rocky landscape rose like waves to reach the mountains beyond. A full lilac moon shone down, gifting the land purple shadows and lilac lace light. Two black unicorns trotted across the rocks towards her. They neighed in simple greeting, than upon reaching Zena they stared deep in to her eyes.
“Welcome to Bliss Star, gentle Zebra princess. You are the first zebra to come here, and I suspect you will be the only zebra to visit us. We can attune you to black bliss magic, it will give you both strength and the ability to heal.”
Zena spent many happy hours exploring Bliss Star, with its ruined castles left by a long gone superior human race. Bliss magic energy shot through her body like a racehorse with a black unicorn soul. Gold threads spun across her wings.
Then it was time to go home, her brain soothed by bliss magic healing balm, her heart beating with joy.
Zena returned to Gemstone Glade, and curled up to sleep under the fountain with its soft music. This glade was like a real home where her heart never left, although Zena’s travels would take her far and wide.
The next day, she flew through the clouds of Planet Earth with her new bliss magic energy. Zena spied a field of black cows below, and knew that somewhere in their hearts would be a tiny piece of black unicorn magic. She flew around them, imagining her bliss magic healing them all. And then to her surprise but perhaps also supreme satisfaction, the cows began to sprout wings, little at first and then growing and growing until wide and beautiful like her own.
Zena neighed with delight. Below a black and gold window appeared, the portal to Bliss Star. One by one the bemused cows flapped their new wings, jumped through and were gone. Zena flew over the empty field in disbelief. What had she done?
The portal remained open, so she jumped through too. She was back in the rocky landscape, this time with a golden and black sun high in the sky. Three black unicorns approached her. One had a grey mane and eyes of experience and enigma.
“I am Whisper the Wise,” he informed Zena. “I see that my friends have given you black bliss magic, but have not cautioned you on its use. We will accept these cows to our world, but please no more. What you can do however, is keep an eye on black horses, they are the closest to us from the equine kingdom. A neglected, abused or sick black horse, then yes please feel free to use bliss magic and open a portal for them to come to us.”
And so Zena did as instructed. She became a black horse angel. She turned up when they were sick, she appeared when they were homeless. And these lucky horses were healed, and given a new life of freedom and health on Bliss Star. Whisper the Wise was very pleased. And Zena’s success as a black horse saviour delivered her a thousand hoofsteps of happiness, and Pegasus wings of pleasure.
From time to time, she would visit Gemstone Glade just for a rest, relaxing under the fountain, letting its soft music heal her soul. The wind whispered in the trees above, and all was at peace.
Unicorn Ryan trots in to Gemstone Glade with best friend white tiger cub Waterfall not far behind. They are here to unearth the magic stone tablet gifted to them last Christmas, read the story here
By placing a unicorn horn over the ancient text on the tablet, they can travel to any of the magical places listed.
Unicorn Ryan neighs softly. He touches the tip of his horn gently on the words “Mystery Mountains.”
A portal of sparkling ice appears before them, snowflakes floating in to the glade. Ryan and Waterfall look at each other, and then as one jump through the winter window.
They are on a snow kissed path that winds to a mountain ahead. A silken sunset dazzles their eyes and soothes their spirit. Winter wonder is in the air.
As they approach the mountain, they see the entrances to many caves. All have crystal growths around them, all in different crystal colours.
Today, they choose the nearest and rose quartz pink cave entrance.
They stand at its threshold in silent wonder. Before them, is a Gemstone Glade in pink. An identical fountain, however made of rose quartz with flowing pink waters.
Giant rose quartz clusters line the edges of the caves, looking like pink trees. And flying all around, rose quartz fairies. It really is a pink version of Gemstone Glade. However what is it doing here on this mountain?
And then she is there before you, a Pegasus unicorn with a pink tinged coat and horn.
“Welcome, intrepid travellers. I am Rose. Are you from our sister glade, the famous Gemstone Glade?”
“We are indeed,” says Ryan. “Are you connected to our glade in some way?”
“Yes, our fountain here acts as a portal to your glade. We never use it, but it is always there if needed. We generate pink healing energy here and send it to the world below as required.”
A tiny pink dolphin somersaults over the fountain.
“We are also home to Primrose the Pink Dolphin. She has the power to heal oceans, bringing gentle pink healing wherever she goes.”
A pink portal of light suddenly opens, and Primrose jumps through it.
“That is strange,” confides Rose. “What you see there is a portal to Gemstone Glade, your glade. It has never opened by itself before. It is a sign. Shall we visit together?”
And so Ryan and Waterfall jump through the pink portal behind Rose. They introduce her to the crystalline fairies and other unicorns from the forest. The fairies throw a party as only fairies can. There is cheer and chuckles, as Rose tells stories of her pink glade well in to the night.
Now the portal is open, fairies and unicorns alike can visit Mystery Mountains whenever they wish. The fountain turns rose pink. Pink dust falls like blossom, blessing the ground.
It begins to rain in Gemstone Glade, drops that slowly turn pink and kiss the ground with pastel promise.
Ryan and Waterfall both agree this has been their best adventure yet. A pink sun has risen in their hearts, and it will never set again.
Fairy Golden Greta flies to as many homes as possible each Easter Sunday eve. Her wings leave magic gold dust wherever she goes.
Greta leaves a golden Easter egg on many windowsills, laughing as she imagines each child’s delight in the morning.
However, hidden among the golden wrapped chocolate eggs, there is one that is very very special. For it is a real golden dragon egg.
Greta places the real egg tenderly on the windowsill of an old house with ivy creeping up its walls like a living painting. Behind the window, there sleeps a child. Tonight, this child’s destiny will change forever.
On Easter Sunday morning, Niall awakes and flings open his curtains. He laughs with joy when he sees the golden egg.
Quickly, he opens the gold wrapper, to reveal another egg within. A crack appears, then the mystery egg starts to open. A clawed foot emerges, then another. Niall watches with joy and awe as a tiny dragon emerges.
The tiny black beast winks timidly. Niall feels his heart hiccup. He has a new best friend.
Niall keeps Dylan a secret, hiding him in the wardrobe when his Mum comes in. She is overjoyed at how much Niall now cleans his room; little does she know that he is feeding a dragon in there.
Little by little, Dylan grows. One day, he jumps on to the windowsill, scratching furiously at the pane. It is time for him to leave.
With a tear in his eye, Niall opens the window. Dylan flies high in to the sky, and is gone.
Six months later, there is a scratching at the window. Niall wakes and jumps out of bed. There he is, a huge fully grown black dragon with shining golden wings. Niall climbs out the window and on to his back. They fly through a green and purple vortex, then arrive in Gemstone Glade. Its crystals shine in the moonlight, and the fountain sings to the moon. Magic mutates on the wind.
Niall meets the crystalline fairies, who give him a message. Selenite Sue whispers in his ear: “It is your destiny to reintroduce dragons to Planet Earth. A world where humans can live in peace with their dragon friends.”
Later that night back at home, Niall begins to write, inspiration an itch deep in his heart.
It is a story of a dragon called Dylan, it is a book that will teach a love of dragons. It is a book that will change the world.
For when the dragons do return, fortune will follow, a period of prosperity and good health for the entire planet. Little does Niall know this as he writes, and writes. Destiny kisses the earth, playing with the silver moonlight.
A better tomorrow approaches over the horizon. Niall lays down his pen, and smiles.
Tiny Dominic the Dolphin splashed happily in the Gemstone Glade fountain, its waters like music in his heart, a song of a thousand sea sunsets. He could not imagine life anywhere else. And he had so many friends here, especially the many crystalline fairies.
Then the impossible happened. A blue ring of ice appeared above him. Beyond it, Dominic could smell the sea. Curious, he jumped through. He found himself in a clear green ocean.
Little did he know that this was Crystal Cosmos, an ancient and mystical land of liquid aquamarine seas littered with crystal islands. Ahead, an amber island glowed in a low sun.
Dominic somersaulted in glee. The sun shone on his back and the sea danced in his eyes. He soon forgot about Gemstone Glade, as awe of his new playground overcame him.
Dominic dived to the ocean floor, his explorer heart afire. A large sapphire blue egg rocked on the seabed, twinkling as if alight.
Then it split in two, as Dominic’s heart jumped in delight, a dolphin prayer erupting before him. A tiny dragon emerged, the same size as Dominic. She sported blue and yellow scales, a patchwork quilt of dragon joy.
“I am Diana,” she told him telepathically. “I have been asleep for a thousand years or more, waiting and waiting for the right time to hatch.”
Dominic felt a shooting star in his heart. He had met a twin flame. They swam to the surface, then danced together like a long lost couple, finding each other after a lifetime apart. As they tangoed in unison, a rainbow curled around their bodies then shot in to the sky. They looked up in awe. A rainbow shone above like a gateway to paradise. As one, Dominic and Diana jumped in to the pastel picture, and were gone.
They arrived in Rainbow Rhapsody, a land of rainbow coloured seas, and rainbow quartz dolphins. Two of these dolphins swam towards them, giant by comparison to Dominic and Diana. Their bodies were quartz crystal, one glowing green inside and the other blue. “Hello travellors!” they called merrily.
Dominic and Diana played with their new friends, delight dancing in their hearts as their bodies somersaulted in free abandon.
After a while, Dominic remembered his home, Gemstone Glade. How he wished he could take Diana there. “Have you heard of Gemstone Glade?” he asked his new friends, Frodo and Fenella.
“No, but if you call a rainbow to you it will take you wherever you wish,” explained Fenella.
Dominic softly called a nearby rainbow, which moved its shining light to encompass him. “Gemstone Glade,” he requested as he and Diana jumped. And arrived back in the Gemstone Glade fountain. “Welcome to my home,” said Dominic with a tear of joy in his eyes.
Above them, the rainbow portal remained open. With shouts of glee, the crystalline fairies flew in to the light. Dominic and Daisy meanwhile rested in the healing fountain waters. “I think this is my home now too,” said Daisy softly. “You are very welcome,” laughed Dominic.
After a few hours, the fairies returned with tales of a rainbow fairy queen and magical gifts. Night arrived in Gemstone Glade, and fairies, dragon and dolphin alike welcomed a sweet slumber like no other, as rainbow light bathed their souls. Rainbow magic held the glade in its soft and protective hands. All was at peace, a rainbow prayer like a potion in the air, sea healing in slow motion.
Gemstone Glade 