Mistletoe Magic

Mistletoe the Christmas Unicorn spent the entire spring, summer and autumn just waiting, and waiting … for the whispers of his winter soul to ignite in to festive fire in December. For he was a magical unicorn, like cousins Holly and Ivy. Christmas magic ran through his veins and sparkled in his eyes. He could perform Christmas miracles anywhere, but usually on Planet Earth for that special someone, just waiting for a helping hand, a person with potential that could and would be unleased with one tiny tap of a unicorn horn.

Mistletoe entered Gemstone Glade, his sea green eyes shining. He was delighted to meet his fairy friend Mistletoe Milly who flew around his head waving her green and white wand. “Time for mistletoe miracles!” she cried. Carefully, she wove a piece of real mistletoe in to the unicorn’s silky mane.

A portal of green and white mistletoe tinted light opened before them. “Time to create true love!” declared Milly happily.

The two Mistletoe friends jumped through the portal and landed in a quiet wood glade, similar to Gemstone Glade but with a bird table rather than a fountain in the centre, and huge snow quartz crystals around the glade perimeter. They had arrived in a parallel world. A wooden sign proclaimed: “Snow Quartz Sanctuary.”

A unicorn entered the other side of the glade, seeming surprised at the new arrivals. “I am Hadrian, you have come from afar today? I have not seen you before.”

“We bring Christmas magic,” said Mistletoe. “What does your heart desire today?”

A unicorn in a forest glade with gentle blue light

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“I would like to meet my unicorn family again. They jumped through a portal to try to find a fabled unicorn paradise. They have never returned. And the only paradise I need is here, the magical Snow Quartz Sanctuary glade. But it is not the same without them.”

“Let me see if I can open a portal.” Mistletoe twirled his head, his horn glinting in the soft winter sunlight.

Another portal of green and white opened. The two unicorns and the fairy jumped through.

They were in a parallel forest glade. This one featured a rose quartz bench in its centre, with rose bushes around it. The perimeters of the glade were giant pink rhodonite crystals. A sign read: “Welcome to Pink Paradise Glade.”

The unicorns walked around the glade, however there was no one else there. Until a few minutes later a small black unicorn entered the glade. “Hello, I am Raven. I thought you might be my missing friends,” he confided. “They jumped through a portal and never returned.”

“Let us see if we can find it,” proclaimed Mistletoe confidently. He twirled his head again, his unicorn horn glowing with hidden fire.

This time, a pink and blue portal of light appeared. The three unicorns and the fairy jumped through.

They were in another forest glade. A treehouse sat silent at one side of the glade. In the middle was a blue lace agate fountain, with a dolphin statue leaping above it, water running from its mouth like a waterfall of love.

A shy small white unicorn with a gold horn arrived. “I am Selena. I thought you might be my missing family returned.”

“Let us try to find them.” Mistletoe ran around this glade this time, desperate to find the legendary unicorn paradise.

Five portals and five glades later, with an entourage now of a number of unicorns, Mistletoe tossed his head in what he hoped would be the last time.

A plain wooden glade greeted the travellers. There was no fountain, no statue. Just pine needles on the floor and several majestic green and white birds in the trees. However before the exit path to the glade there was a sign: “This way to Unicorn Paradise.”

The herd of unicorns slowly walked down the path. The trees above them seemed to whisper conspiratorially. The large mistletoe-coloured birds flew overhead.

Then the wood stopped at the edge of a mistletoe green valley, with an azure blue lake beyond and golden mountains in the distance. And there before them … a herd of unicorns!

A unicorn with a long pink mane and tail on a hill above a valley and a lake

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Mistletoe stepped in to the valley, followed by his assembled army of unicorns. They all neighed in delight, recognising loved ones beyond. Meanwhile, Mistletoe Milly flew among them with her mistletoe empowered wand, gifting new found love and kind regard to all hearts.

Friends greeted each other with Christmas joy, mistletoe mist in their eyes and festive fire in their soul. It was a time to belong once more; it was a time to find paradise outside but also inside each heart. It was a time to remember the power of love, and to embrace the spirit of Christmas and its message of light.

May your Christmas be blessed by mistletoe, and may you dance with joy to greet friends and family just like unicorns meeting again in Unicorn Paradise. And may you find your own paradise in this world … one with mistletoe magic and Christmas wishes come true forever.

Christmas Dragon

Unicorn Ryan danced around the Gemstone Glade fountain, Christmas sparkle in his heart. Christmas was his favourite time of year, and this year extra special for he had been gifted a new magical stone tablet, a portal opener to other worlds.

The stone tablet offered four options:

Christmas Crystal (read first story)

Christmas Cave

Christmas Dragon

Christmas Castle

Ryan gently touched his horn to the Christmas Dragon text.

A portal of golden fire materialised above him. Ryan’s eyes shone. Without a second thought, he jumped in to a new world.

Golden mountains confronted him, a lake of liquid gold next to them. Was it really gold, or just gold coloured? What magic had he stumbled upon today?

Ryan walked towards a cave at the foot of the mountain. Smoke whispers soothed his noise, a scent like … a Christmas fire mixed with pine needles.

A dragon slowly emerged from the cave, golden scales shimmering under a low winter sun.

“A unicorn!” The dragon spoke the ancient language of telepathy.

The dragon seemed happy to meet another living being in this barren golden landscape.

The head of a golden dragon emerging from rocks with golden smoke around him
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“I am Alfred, dragon of Christmas. However I no longer celebrate. No one believes in dragons on Earth anymore. I used to attend stone circles at the winter solstice and add my golden smoke to bonfires. Or I would find valiant knights and gift them golden dragon energy. But today … no one cares.”

“I am sure there would be someone out there who would love to meet you this Christmas,” said Ryan. “How did you find you valiant knights?”

“My golden intuition would know where to go.”

“So why can’t you use your intuition again this year? There must be someone who needs a bit of dragon magic this Christmas.”

The dragon sighed. “Very well. It is not easy coming out of retirement … “

“It will be fun,” Ryan reassured him.

So Ryan and Alfred flew through yet another golden portal, and drifted like a dream through the night sky over London, UK.

“There is someone special in that house down there,” proclaimed Alfred.

And so a unicorn and a dragon landed in a quiet suburban garden. A light switched on downstairs, then she was at the door. A diminutive woman with red hair and shining green eyes. She did not appear to be scared.

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“We are here to bring you Christmas cheer,” Ryan quickly told her, again using telepathy.

The woman looked surprised, then smiled. “I am Violet, and I am a writer. I prayed today for inspiration. And here it is … “

Alfred breathed out golden smoke, and his eyes smiled. “Let me tell you my story.”

He spoke in to the early hours of the morning. And so it came to pass, that Dragon of Christmas was written and published by the next Christmas. Children everywhere would read of this magical dragon … and yes, some of them would believe in him. Christmas magic would melt in their hearts, as Christmas words healed the world.

And Alfred would return, each Christmas, spreading golden smoke high over the land. Look up to the night sky now, and you may see him, a line of gold among the stars. And if you harbour a secret wish, let the strength of golden dragon smoke support you … as your dreams come true.

We wish all readers golden dragon sparkle this Christmas, and every Christmas. And may children always believe in magic, stories of the impossible welcome in their hearts.

Happy Christmas from Ryan the Unicorn, Alfred the Dragon and all the Gemstone Glade fairies.

Christmas Cave

Unicorn Ryan entered Gemstone Glade with hope in his heart. There was a new magical stone tablet, waiting to transport him to other worlds. What would he choose today?

The stone tablet offered four options:

Christmas Crystal – read the first Christmas story here

Christmas Cave

Christmas Dragon

Christmas Castle

Ryan gently touched his horn to the Christmas Cave text. A portal of green and red light opened before him. So here he was again, jumping blind in to an unknown adventure.

A sand swept shore led to a cliff with caves at its foot. Music floated on the air like a voice from deep inside the rocks.

Ryan trotted towards the first cave, excitement etched in his deep eyes. Within its dark interior, Christmas elves were singing while wrapping presents. Red and green clad little men with pointed ears and mischief melting in their smiles. Christmas cheer lit in Ryan’s heart. This was the best adventure ever.

Two tiny elves with pointed red hats, scruffy brown hair, yellow and white shirts and green trousers
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“Hello, unicorn from across the sea,” sung a high voice. “What brings you to our lair today?”

“I am here to help if you need me,” said Ryan simply using the ancient art of telepathy.

“We don’t see unicorns on Planet Earth anymore. Do you come from a magical land from afar?”

“I have come from Gemstone Glade, home to unicorns and fairies, the heart of our mystic forest.”

“Fairies? It is a long time since we have seen any, now no one on Planet Earth believes in them. We have a bag somewhere full of tiny crystal fairy jewellery. We have no one to give it to.”

“I will take it to them,” proclaimed Ryan. “You can place a bag between my wings.”

“That would be great. You couldn’t do us another favour? Angela, the Christmas Angel, is in the next cave. She has been asleep since last Christmas. She refused to work anymore as Christmas is no longer magical on Earth. Please wake her up? We need some angel blessings this year.”

Ryan entered the next cave. A glowing light accosted his eyes, a shining angel before him, lying on a rock in serene sleep, radiant wings covering her body like a blanket of bliss. Ryan slowly nodded his horn towards her.

The angel opened her eyes. “A unicorn! I haven’t seen one of your kind in centuries.”

“It is time to weave your wondrous magic,” said Ryan. “Will you accompany me to Gemstone Glade?”

So Ryan jumped back through the portal to Gemstone Glade with a mighty angel and a bag of fairy jewellery on his back. The fairies flew around them, screaming with dizzy delight.

“A tree of stars!” breathed the angel. “This is an enchanted place. It looks like you don’t need angel blessings here, but I will give you some anyway … it is Christmas after all.”

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So the angel asked all the fairies for their wildest dream. Soon, the glade was full of fine food and shining new fairy clothes. They were not difficult to please.

Then the angel caught a star at the top of the tree, and together they flew in to the night. If you look up to the night sky now, you may see them … a shooting star that shines for Christmas, that sparkles to lift every heart on Earth, that glitters with a magic that can never fade. May your Christmas be everything you wish for, and may every shooting star gift you a dream come true. Happy Christmas.

Christmas Star

A crisp snow carpet glimmered under a full moon. The Gemstone Glade fountain whispered an ancient lullaby, unknown words of wisdom shushed by a gentle breeze.

Unicorn Ryan stepped through the glade and looked up to the moon, thinking of his many adventures. Read them here

Suddenly a bright star shot across the sky. It sliced the black velvet heavens like a fast ship on a still sea.

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Then it was above the glade, descending like a spirit from a far dimension. It came to rest next to the fountain, a small bundle of winking light, a Christmas gift of magic. Little stars shot upwards and branches of light formed around them.

Slowly the star grew into a Christmas tree of light.

Unicorn Ryan neighed softly, winter wonder in his eyes, star secrets in his heart.

The star tree continued to grow, reaching for the moon above. Soon, it was as high as the Gemstone Glade oak tree.

Ryan’s eyes sparkled with mute marvel. He rested his horn on a shining leaf, bewitched by the starlit beauty before him.

The star twinkled, then like a leaf in autumn fell silently to the snow licked land. It glowed more brightly, changing shape, transforming into … a square of light. Gently, the bright light dimmed, leaving behind a softly illuminated stone tablet.

Another stone tablet. Ryan neighed in excitement, electricity of enthusiasm roaring through his veins.

Words appeared in the stone, like a poem of indelible love in a beating heart. Words that could change worlds …

… Or perhaps just Ryan’s world.

Four choices confronted his eager eyes.

Christmas Crystal

Christmas Cave

Christmas Dragon

Christmas Castle

Ryan touched his horn to the first option. A portal of shining light appeared before him. Ryan’s eyes glittered like jewels. Effortlessly, he jumped through the glowing gateway.

A seashore in moonlight, diamonds twinkling under his hooves … and a soft sea hymn that spoke to his heart. Then snow began to fall, and as each flake touched the beach, it formed a perfect diamond. The shore was alive with vibrant light.

The waves licked the shore like a hungry kitten. Then they parted to reveal … a white horse, giant wings spraying sea foam in the air like Christmas candy.

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Wise eyes regarded Ryan, pools of mer magic. “I am Diamanta,” the horse relayed to Ryan telepathically. “I knew you were coming. I bring a gift from the bottom of the ocean.”

The horse’s white mane whispered in the wind. She lowered her head to Ryan hooves, and deposited an item from her mouth. It was a large shining diamond, the strength of the sea and wisdom of the waves in solid form.

Ryan neighed his thanks, sniffing the sparkling stone. “May I take it home with me?” he meekly asked.

“It is yours now, take it where you will. Prepare for magic beyond belief!”

Ryan lifted the stone in his mouth, then jumped back through the portal. All was still in Gemstone Glade, expectation in the eery silence.

Ryan placed the diamond in the fountain. The waters danced, little drops of winking waltzes. Ryan touched his horn to the submerged diamond, electric energy soaring through him. He neighed, joy a bright gem in his heart.

A small hand stroked his mane. It was crystal fairy Diamond Deirdre, laughing in his ear. “I can feel the diamond,” she confided. “It is very magical.”

A soft melody whispered in the trees. Ryan looked around the glade in silken surprise. Leaves were turning in to diamonds, the spirit of glitter in the air like a Christmas song in stone.

The fountain waters bubbled ferociously. Something moved beneath. It was the diamond, changing shape in to …

… a diamond dove, wings of white light glowing in the dark. The dove flew round the glade, resting on Ryan’s horn, then defecting to the oak tree. Diamond leaves danced beneath her.

Then she flew high in to the night, and was gone. With joy in her crystal heart, Dora the dove soared upwards and onwards, spreading a message of pure diamond love. Resting once in a while on a cathedral spire or a mountain summit, then back to the skies, a light passing above, the peace of poetry in motion, a diamond dream that would never wake up.

Soon, people everywhere had seen her, a letter of hope, its words whispering in the wind. It was a winter wish, a gift of Christmas magic, a hymn from heaven.

Wishing all blog readers a Christmas of diamond delight and gemstone glitter. May a dove of peace bless your house, unseen and unknown far above in the night sky. And may the brightest star in the night shine for you today and all your days.

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Lucky Star

Unicorn Ryan trotted happily in to Gemstone Glade, new year promise in his heart, anticipation of all his future adventures to come. He sniffed the Gemstone Glade Christmas tree, the sweet scent of pine lifting his soul. Read Unicorn Ryan Adventures

The baubles winked in the light. Ryan knew the tree would be profoundly magical, so he lowered his his horn and moved it in circles, adding unicorn enchantment to the mix. He was not to be disappointed. The magenta, indigo and violet baubles turned in to twinkling stars, rising above the tree and then joining together to form a bubble of bright light. The light grew larger, a portal to a world unknown.

Ryan flapped his massive Pegasus wings, and flew in to the light.

A winged white unicorn against a sunset sky
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He arrived on a sandy plain under a starlit sky. Gnomes in tight jackets and Christmas hats were holding balls of light, smoothing them and whispering to them. One of the gnomes noticed Ryan, and grinned. “We don’t often see unicorns here!” he laughed. “You are an adventurer, I guess. We are the Galvanic Gnome Tribe of planet Lucky Star, this is where you are now. That portal of light you have jumped through will be affected by the very air here, when you return you will take stars with you. For this is a birthplace for stars. You heard me right, stars. Every shooting star you have ever seen was birthed here. Seeing them is lucky, but if they fall near you it is a triple blessing of lifelong luck.”

A gnome in a red Santa hat and a white beard on a snow capped tree branch
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“I am privileged to meet you,” declared Ryan. “I have ventured to many lands, this one is certainly the most magical.”

“Don’t stay long, your portal may close soon.”

As Ryan flew back through the portal of light it closed behind him, but not before three bright stars slid through. They danced above the fountain, twinkling in its waters below. The portal of light collapsed, and the magenta, indigo and violet stars reformed. The indigo star flew to the fountain too; the other two stars waltzed in to the night and were gone.

So look out the window at the night sky, and search for that one shooting star, the lucky star that will change your life. May the new year bless you, and may stars always guide your way.

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Bluebirds

The Gemstone Glade Christmas Tree shone in the soft winter sunlight, its rainbow baubles like little stars.

Fairy Sodalite Sue flew round the tree, Christmas joy in her bright eyes. She stopped at the blue bauble, its colour close to her own. Sue waved her wand ecstatically, hoping something would happen.

She was not disappointed. The bauble turned in to a huge star shaped portal of blue light. Sue laughed as she flew in to blue bliss.

A blue sky kissed an evergreen forest like a long lost friend. Sue flew among the trees, breathing in the scent of a thousand springtimes. Wooden birdhouses hung from branches. Sue laughed as a bluebird swooped above and then beneath her.

A small blue bird on a branch
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More bluebirds appeared, flying high in the trees and singing in unison. Sue laughed as delight danced in her brain. Then she saw her.

A small lady with light blue skin walked through the forest, a long blue dress bedecked with crystals flowing like a sighing sea around her. A crown of blue crystals topped her head. Her huge sapphire eyes gazed upwards, and focussed on Sue.

A woman with a blue flowing dress in a forest
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“Welcome, fairy! I have never met a crystalline fairy before. From where do you come?”

Sue landed on the lady’s hand, and described Gemstone Glade.

“I am Princess Ariana, I am protector of the birds of this land. You are in Avian World, a sanctuary for our feathered friends. All birds anywhere can come here through a magic portal that will open when needed. But Gemstone Glade sounds so exciting … can you take me there?”

So Sue escorted Princess Ariana to the blue star portal. Ariana was enchanted by Gemstone Glade. Two white doves flew above, and dropped a feather in to her hands. Bluebirds entered through the portal and played in the fountain, and then perched next to the golden angel at the top of the Christmas Tree.

The angel came to life, climbed on to one of the birds and as one they flew around the glade, then through the blue star portal to Avian World. The angel did not return; Sodalite Sue imagined her setting up home in a birdhouse palace deep in the forest.

Princess Ariana joined the fairies as they hosted a magical fairy picnic. A day for camaraderie and celebration, the fairies were keen to learn about the birds of Avian World. More birds from the Gemstone Glade forest joined them, an eagle, a phoenix and an owl among them. Ariana told them they were welcome in her world anytime.

Then it started to snow. Birds, fairies and princess alike caught snowflakes in their hands or beaks, and enjoyed bounteous blessings. For snow here heals your heart and massages your mind, a tonic for the weary.

Princess Ariana sang for the assembled audience, with the voice of a songbird. Birds perched on her shoulder, joining in. A chorus of Christmas charm warmed the winter air.

May music bless your own Christmas, and enchanted stories stoke your soul. And may songbirds light your way. Merry Christmas everyone.

Golden Fire

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.

Dragons flying above an ocean with rock formations against a sunlit sky
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“I can transmit sunshine energy,” explained Jasmine. “It can heal, it can burn away the old and transform the world, it can make magic.”

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“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.

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Carnelian Castle

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.

Read the full story here

 “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.

A green and purple baby dragon blowing lilac smoke
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“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.

Green Christmas Glitter

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

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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.

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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.

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“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!

Diamond Destiny

Ruby Rihanna flies round the Gemstone Glade Christmas Tree, and lands daintily on its one remaining giant bauble: a large diamond sphere.

The diamond grows in size, and then turns in to a portal of shining silver light. Rihanna flies in to the shining heart of all her dreams come true.

She arrives in a mystic land called Luna. Twenty moons bathe the world in a rainbow of light. Each moon is its own unique shade of pink or blue. Pink and blue moonlight perform a tranquil tango. The night is alive with light.

a row of seven moons, lilac, pink and red.
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Sands stretch to an indigo sea. The beach is covered in large diamonds.

large diamond rocks on a beach
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Rihanna climbs on to a diamond that is treble her size. Together, they are transported through a tunnel of silver light. Rihanna finds herself in a hospital, beside a small girl hooked up to many wires. Gently, Rihanna pulls the diamond next to her bed. The little girl Talitha stirs in her sleep. Rihanna hopes the diamond can heal the child. Diamond destiny energy engulfs Talitha’s heart.

Decades later Talitha, by now a renowned scientist, discovers a cure for all cancer. Little does she know that her idea began as a tiny seed planted while she lay dying in hospital as a child one chill Christmas night. She also will never know of all the lives saved for now and forever: just because she did not die that night.

Little does she know, but she does not need to know. Her heart beats strong in the hope of a healthier world, while her love of diamonds is as deep as her passion for science. For diamonds are not just for Christmas, their hidden magic lasts forever.

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