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Mistletoe Magic

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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.

Rhodochrosite Ruth

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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.

A woman with large pink fairy wings, long brown hair with flowers in it and a short pink dress. She is on a woodland path with pink flowers.
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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.

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Mini Mansion Magic

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Crystal fairy Amethyst Anne flew around Gemstone Glade as if seeking something, perhaps the meaning to life itself. She waved her hands erratically, softly singing a lullaby. “I need something new in my life,” she suddenly cried. “A new chapter of fairycraft, a chance to make dreams come true just like we are born to do …”

Little did Anne know, in a dimension far away school children stared at the charming fairy house in their playground, the idea of new teacher Mrs Whyte. “All it needs now is a fairy!” laughed Stephanie.

A tiny wooden fairy house with grass, flowers and mushrooms on its roof and tiny circular windows and a brown door below
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Anne continued her demented dance, until the portal of purple light opened up before her. She laughed as she effortlessly flew in to the light. At the end of the tunnel … she found a perfect fairy house. “Why, this was made for me!” she shrieked.

It did not take long for the children to see her, however the teachers could not. She became an instant playground hit. The school hushed to gentle giggles, the shriek of bored children dissipating in a fairy wind.

Anne was determined to pay in kind for her wonderful new house. So she did the only thing she knew … she made dreams come true.

The village gained fame for the number of lottery winners who suddenly lived there. Stray kittens appeared in gardens, pawing at closed doors and melting hearts in every street. The school hockey team won every tournament.

However best of all, the children were happy, magic massaging their young souls, the beauty of the unreal in their eyes, the poetry of life in their hearts.

“I wish our fairy would meet the man of her dreams!” sighed Sophie one day. “She deserves some happiness!” A little shimmer of fairy magic misted her eyes.

And so it came to pass that Amethyst Alex arrived. Anne was bemused. Where had this prince charming come from? He explained that he was a Crystal Cave fairy, a magical cave in of course a dimension far far away. A shining purple portal had opened for him and he found himself here.

Love lingered in his eyes. Anne smiled. Perhaps it was time for her own dreams to come true too …

A fairy with long wavy blonde hair, a crown of purple flowers, lilac wings behind her and a long flowing lilac dress
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Christmas Cave

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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.

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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.”

An angel with large golden wings and long flowing skirts
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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.

Bluebirds

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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.

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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

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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.”

An ocean surrounded by land with palm trees and a sunset above
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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

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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.

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 “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

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

Wooden sign saying Christmas in a snowy forest
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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.

A green dragon flies above a forest glade
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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!

Golden Greta

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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.

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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.

Diamond Destiny

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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.

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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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