Moon Rabbit

Unicorn Ryan trots in to Gemstone Glade, excitement sparkling in his eyes, another adventure beckoning like blossom falling from heaven.

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The moon kisses Gemstone Glade with lips of silver magic, as Ryan’s horn glows. The moonlight hides the miracles in the air, the mysteries of Gemstone Glade under the safe cloak of night. Ryan unearths the magic tablet gifted to him many moons ago. He is almost at the end of the list engraved on it. The stone shines in the moonlight. Ryan gently touches his horn on the word Moon Rabbit.

two rabbits on a large stone with the moon and an indigo sky behind them
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A giant moonstone crystal takes shape before Ryan, towering over the glade like a moon fallen from the sky. A dot in its middle grows in to a large hole, until it is tall enough for Ryan to step through. On the other side, he finds himself on a green stony shore, facing a silver sea, seven glowing blue moons above him in a night sky.

“Hello mystery traveller!” The words sing in his head, like moonlight filtering through his soul. A silver rabbit stares up at him, eyes shining with the wisdom of a thousand moons.

“I am Ryan, a unicorn adventurer from Gemstone Glade.”

“Ah, Gemstone Glade,” replies the rabbit. “I have been to the moon above it, so magical, electric with healing energy. All creatures from Gemstone Glade are welcome here. I am Mona the Moon Rabbit, one of an ancient tribe who guard the secrets of moons all over the galaxy. We live on the moons above, jumping between them using a special moon energy vortex. This is how I am here too, on Planet Emerald, land of healing green crystals and home to giant pandas who live here in undisturbed peace. I can take you to our largest moon, Moon Mara. We give them all names. The vortex energy will allow you to breathe on the moon for around thirty minutes.”

Mona waves her paws. A blue tunnel appears, glowing in the dim light. It ascends the sky to one of the moons above.

Ryan follows Mona in to the blue light. The tunnel is springy but supple, taking his weight with no protest. Once on the moon, he gazes down on the shining green planet below.

The moon is indigo blue, and blue lights emanates from it. There are holes in its sandy surface.

“The holes lead to our large underground burrows,” explains Mona. “The small stones you see on the ground contain powerful healing energy.”

Ryan moves a blue stone with his hoof.

“We take these stones to children throughout the galaxy. They can make children’s dreams come true.”

Ryan notices small flowers between the stones. They look like blue dandelions.

“These are moonflowers. We make moonflower nectar, which can extend your life by many years. If you smell it, the magic of moonshine will seed in your heart.”

Ryan sniffs a moonflower, then slowly eats its head.

“You have eaten it!” exclaims Mona. “The magic of moon healing is now part of your soul.”

Mona shows Ryan around the moonscape, pointing our further plants, including blue cacti and blue poppies.

Then it is time to go. The giant moonstone forms again before Ryan, and he steps through. Back in Gemstone Glade, he gazes up to the moon in the sky, feeling a new connection to it.

Slowly, he lowers his horn to the fountain. It shines blue, and the waters turn blue beneath it. The fountain fizzes, and tiny globes appear. Blue bubbles take form and rise to the sky, as seven new moons take their place above Gemstone Glade. Moon magic paints the glade a blissful blue. The Gemstone Glade fairies laugh, flying around like demented divas.

Ryan neighs softly, moon energy behind his eyes, the mysteries of a thousand moons in his heart. The moons above wink in silent prayer. Miracles will unfold below. Ryan closes his eyes as moon energy simmers in his heart. This has been the best adventure yet. However he has a feeling this adventure has only just begun.

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Musa

The moon shone on Gemstone Glade, sparkling in its fountain waters, kissing its sentry crystals. The night felt magical, as enigmas raced like electricity through the air. Something special was imminent.

The she was there, a unicorn so rarely seen to be a myth. Musa, her soft sapphire eyes glinting in the moonlight, her silver horn shining with inner power.

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It is said that when she appears momentous change will dawn. No one knows where she lives, what she does with her days. In her shadow, miracles follow like reflections of the moon.

Musa neighed softly, and slowly drank from the fountain. Its healing waters invigorated her. She neighed again.

Magic mutated in her eyes. Musa’s gift was unusual. She would make patterns in the air with her horn, and crystals of different sizes and shapes would materialise.

Today, she waved her horn above the fountain. Its waters bubbled, a crystal rising like a shipwreck coming back to life. A large clear quartz cluster shone in the moonlight.

Musa dropped her horn, thanking the crystal for coming. Then she slowly retreated.

The crystal floated magically in the fountain, a voyage to somewhere enchanted singing in its crystal sails.

Then it began to change shape.

Slowly, shining crystal towers appeared on top of tiny turrets, as a grand castle formed like a fortress from heaven. The crystal castle rose and drifted in to the night.

The moon continued to shine, a mother looking down on Earth, dreaming of a better future.

The castle climbed higher and higher, its final destination to be a stone of destiny. The moon would gain treasure, a relic of magic that would wait for all time, growing younger rather than older, waiting for man to return. And when he did, the ancient magic of living crystal would greet him, its gift of hope for a new age, its hello to an enchanted forever.

One day, Musa might visit the moon too. And that would be the day a great miracle is unleashed, a tsunami of wishes and wonders in her wake. It is a day that many civilisations await, a day of reckoning, a moment of magic that will never be forgotten.

Musa neighed softly again, secrets slumbering in her eyes. Then she retreated from the glade as quietly as she arrived.

On Planet Earth, a small child called Sam stared at the moon through his telescope, an early Christmas gift from a visiting aunt. Then he saw it. A flash of light on the moon. He smiled. Perhaps the moon really would make all his wishes come true.

The moon glowed in the night sky, secrets in its heart like a promise of a better tomorrow. And somewhere on its surface, a magic crystal began to sing.

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