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.
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.
Zoisite Zina flies round the Gemstone Glade Christmas tree, laughter like the sweetest tonic in her throat.
There are only two giant baubles left, a gold or a diamond one, what a choice! Zina makes up her mind, and lands on the golden bauble. It then flies around the glade, expanding in size to finally turn in to a portal of golden light.
The golden tunnel leads to a world on fire with gold. A golden prairie stretches as far as Zina can see, and a golden sun kisses the land with bright gold light.
A tribe of yellow maned unicorns confront her. Each sports a shining golden horn.
“Welcome,” says a tall unicorn with glistening green eyes. “I am Georgia of the Golden Unicorn Clan. Dear fairy from afar, take our golden blessings home with you, and enjoy the wisdom of the golden ray for the rest of your life.”
Georgia directs her golden horn towards Zina. Zina’s wings turn golden, and a golden crown manifests on her head. Suddenly, she can think more clearly. Little does she know, that the gold crown has infinitely increased her intelligence, supercharging her brain like a magic battery.
Zina bows her head in a silent thank you. Back in Gemstone Glade, she flies around the Christmas tree again, then joins the golden angel at its top. The angel turns to her, smiles and takes her hand. Together, they descend to the fountain, and its healing waters turn golden.
Dominic the Dolphin jumps up to kiss them both. His eyes twinkle with reflected golden magic.
It is time for the Gemstone Glade crystalline fairies to party. No one celebrates a Christmas quite as special as a Gemstone Glade Christmas.
And it is time for the power of gold to heal all hearts everywhere. It is time for every golden Christmas wish to come true.
Morganite Meg flies round and round the Gemstone Glade Christmas Tree, checking out the remaining giant baubles. She makes a choice, smiles with fairy faith and lands on the clear quartz ball. It flies in to the air, then grows in size to turn in to a portal of bright white light.
Meg closes her eyes, and flies in to the shimmering light.
She arrives in a land of clear quartz crystal, clumps growing like small trees. Above a quartz crystal sun delivers bright milky light all around. The quartz stalactites litter the landscape like rubbish from heaven. In the distance, a clear quartz mountain glows in the sun. This is a land of mystery and magic.
Meg lands on a giant crystal, and feels heat rise through her body. Little does she know that her brain is being charged with quartz power, and from now on she will be infinitely more intelligent.
Meg flies towards the distant mountain, attracted to its solemn silence. Golden clouds hug its peak. There are caves at its foot. As she arrives, a quartz dragon emerges from one of them, blowing out a cloud of golden fire. He looks up, and sees Meg above. Fear fingers her tiny features. However the dragon says in her head:
“Welcome, fairy of another world. You come from far. I am Estara, crystalline guardian of dragons. Do you know a winged white unicorn and a black unicorn? They are destined to come here, I sense they may be from your land. Tell them we are ready, they will bring great blessings.”
Meg replies, “There are many unicorns where I come from.”
“Here is a gift for you,” says Estara. She circles her head, and a shining golden star appears, just the right size for Meg to step on to.
“Fly with this star to the land of your dreams!”
The star takes Meg to a sister Gemstone Glade, with a golden fountain and a Christmas tree hung with shining stars. There is a golden dragon at the top of the tree.
“Welcome,” he says. “This is a land beyond the stars, a secret dimension of magic. Stay here awhile, and wish upon all the stars on this tree. When you return home, your wishes will come true.”
Meg closes her eyes. She wishes that all children everywhere will find happiness this Christmas. And perhaps, just like her, they will wish on a star. And for this night only, all dreams will come true.
Crystal fairy Lapis Lara giggles as she floats above the Gemstone Glade Christmas Tree. Then she begins to sing, a hymn for the happy, laughter in lyrics.
Her gold-flecked blue body shines in the frosty air, while her indigo tutu twirls as she flies. Lara chooses an indigo globe, landing on it gracefully. Its golden guardian fairy nods at her, pleased. The giant bauble falls to the ground, growing quickly larger until it turns in to a portal of deep indigo light.
Lara flies through a lapis lazuli tunnel, her soul crystal singing inside her.
Finally, she arrives at a golden brown beach, leading to an indigo blue sea, flecks of gold glinting in its waves. It is a liquid lapis lazuli sea, and can heal body and soul.
The shore is covered by nesting turtles, each with a patch of lapis lazuli on their shell. Eggs with a tiny speck of lapis blue lie in half hidden nests. Lara flies over them, delight painting a sunshine smile on her face.
An egg cracks open beneath her, and she descends to greet the little fellow. He looks in to her eyes, as Lara sings a lapis lullaby. “Take me home with you,” he implores her. So Lara holds his baby turtle hand, and they fly together through the lapis portal.
The baby turtle looks round Gemstone Glade in awe. Then he clambers up and in to its fountain, immediately at home.
Gemstone Glade welcomes its new citizen as the crystal fairies fly above and sing the sweetest song. They christen the baby Tommy. He gazes up at them with eyes of indigo blue. The tiny lapis crystal on his back glows under the fountain waters. Lara sits on the fountain edge. Happiness erupts in her heart. Far away, an indigo sea kisses its waiting shore, as a moon climbs the sky. A lapis lazuli lullaby fills the night, a hymn of healing, a song of sanctuary unblemished.
Tommy looks up to a different moon. He knows he has found a forever home. Christmas cradles Gemstone Glade in its frosty arms, as the baby falls asleep. The moon rises higher, and the night is at peace.
Fluorite Fiona flies in a frenzy round the Gemstone Glade Christmas Tree, trying to decide which coloured ball to land on. They will all unleash Christmas magic, but which the best? In desperate indecision, she finally lands on the spring grass green ball. It glows with inner festive fire. Slowly the green ball falls to the glade below, Fiona clinging on top. It grows in size, as Fiona flies round it, glee in her snow shine smile. Then the ball transforms in to a huge portal of green light. Laughing shrilly, Fiona flies through to the spring meadow beyond.
A purple sun shines in a soft green sky, a mirror of the undulating green grass below. Daisies flood the field in a powerful pattern of pink and yellow bliss.
Fiona lands in a cluster of daisies. They lean towards her and begin to speak.
“Who are you, sweet fairy?” Fiona is astonished, however replies. “I am Fluorite Fiona of Gemstone Glade.”
“We are daisy divas, superpower flowers who can heal you when we sing.” With that, they launch in to the most beautiful song. It is a Christmas carol.
As they sing, the sky turns deep violet as shining white clouds move across it. Then it begins to snow, whispers of winter in the air. Fiona tastes a snowflake as it lands on her lips. It is the taste of every Christmas wish come true. Tears fall from her crystalline eyes. Beauty bewitches her brain.
“Take some of our seeds back to Gemstone Glade with you.” A daisy blows yellow pollen in to Fiona’s hands.
The daisies continue to sing. The winter spell is complete. Christmas has claimed the land.
Christmas kisses Gemstone Glade with golden gloss lips. It is time for the Christmas tree to arrive. Music plays that melts in your heart, the sound of Christmas charm.
Golden angels hold a large gold tree above the glade, slowly descending as it makes its enchanting entrance. It is a golden fir from Unicorn Heaven, a sacred dimension where unicorns retire to enjoy an afterlife of peace. It is magic incarnate.
The tree roots itself as it lands. Golden baubles combine with golden fairy ornaments. The fairies hold aloft different coloured balls.
Crystalline fairy Kyanite Kim flies round the tree, then lands on a rose coloured ball. The ball falls to the ground below, quickly growing in size, and finally transforming in to a giant portal of rose light.
A magic doorway to the unknown! Kim claps her hands in delight, producing a cloud of fairy dust. “Ryan!” she calls in her silken fairy voice. He is not far away. Unicorn Ryan trots in to the glade, his white tiger cub friend Waterfall in tow. Ryan’s eyes light up, a reflection of his deep ardent adventurer soul. Without a second thought, he jumps through the portal, Waterfall right behind him. Kim laughs as she flies after them.
Pink sands stretch to a lilac sea, a marriage of calm colour. Behind, pink castles fling their steeples to the sky, as if to catch a star. It is Rose World, pink poetry in motion.
Ryan eagerly trots toward a pink unicorn. They touch horns tenderly. “I’m Roselle, rose ray unicorn healer. This is a planet of healing, patients come from many galaxies, and without exception they return home with sunny smiles chasing away their clouds. I believe you have travelled far and to many places. Perhaps it is time for you to receive some healing too.”
Kim flies around Roselle’s head, kissing her horn. This adventure is honey to her hungry soul.
Meanwhile, Waterfall sniffs the air, declaring, “there is a tiger nearby.”
A white face peers from behind a giant rose bush, wisdom wilting in old eyes. Then he is there, a large white tiger. “I’m Spirit, guardian angel of cats. I am here on holiday, what is your tale intrepid adventurers?”
Unicorn Ryan is only too happy to describe his previous adventures, read them too here
Spirit listens, a sun hidden behind the clouds in his eyes. “I can help you venture further. I know where to find a magic tablet that is a portal gateway generator, just like yours. I hid it here many years ago, as I know it will lie safe and secret in this tranquil planet. Follow me.”
They follow Spirit through winding pink alleys, pink walls rising to the skies all around. Then they are there. A small town square hidden between tall buildings, diamond paned rose windows staring down at them. A fountain spouting pink water is ahead. Spirit moves a stone at its foot. A hole appears, and within it a stone tablet. Ryan nudges it with his hoof until it is before them.
Words in an ancient unicorn tongue say:
Fairy Story Land
White Tiger World
Whisker World
Mystery Mountains
Time Terrace
Dragon Dimensions
“You can travel to all these places by placing your unicorn horn on the destination of your choice. The list spans universes and dimensions, and in all places you will find white tigers, perhaps a tribe, perhaps an ancient protector tiger. One thing I can assure you of. There will be much fun, and even more magic. Explore well, my friends. Where would you like me to send the tablet? This fountain is linked to any other fountain, anywhere.”
“We have a fountain in Gemstone Glade,” says Ryan. “That will do nicely.”
“Ah the fabled Gemstone Glade, one day I must visit. But let me show you something of this land here.”
They spend a joyful day with Spirit, but as a pink sun sets in a magenta sky Ryan, Waterfall and Kim return to Gemstone Glade via the portal. The golden Christmas tree sparkles and shivers before them. What magic will it reveal next? Check back soon to see!
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.
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.”
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.
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