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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.

Two tiny elves with pointed red hats, scruffy brown hair, yellow and white shirts and green trousers
Image by Josep Monter Martinez from Pixabay

“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
Image by Ennaej from Pixabay

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.

Amethyst Adventure

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Fairy Amethyst Alice flew round Gemstone Glade, alighting on the fountain rim. Softly she sung an ancient lullaby of the crystal amethyst, and the story of her crystal fairy clan.

A fairy with flowers in her hair, a smile on her face, large blue eyes and purple wings
Image by Jim Cooper from Pixabay

A purple leaf floated towards her on the wind. Alice stopped singing. Could this be … the fabled invitation to fly to Amethyst Wood? It was an enchanted forest whispered of during night-time stories, a myth that may be true, the final chapter to the amethyst saga that lay unread and unheard …

Alice climbed on to the leaf, and it threw her in to the clouds. Then far below she observed a secret to devour all secrets, a legend come to life. Purple trees swayed beneath her.

The leaf landed in a forest glade, similar to Alice’s home Gemstone Glade however in hues of shimmering purple.

Alice flew over an amethyst fountain, diving deep in to its waters, emerging energised and smiling.

Above a violet dove flew in to the glade, cooing softly. Alice clapped her hands in delight. “Come with me,” said the dove telepathically in her head. Alice did not need to be asked twice. She climbed on to the dove’s back, and they were gone.

They entered a cloud of amethyst dust, and emerged above the Scottish city of Edinburgh, its soft night-time lights enhanced by the radiance of a full moon.

The dove flew around St Giles Cathedral, then landed on a spire. Alice began to sing her lullaby.

A large cathedral with spires and a statue of a man in front
Image by Eduardo Vieira from Pixabay

The cathedral glowed purple. Passersby stopped to stare, disbelief dancing with delight in their eyes. As images circulated the world, many believed it to be a sign. Tourists booked their next holiday to Edinburgh, excitement etched on their hearts in shining violet.

Ten year old Aveline stared out her bedroom window, as the moon glowed violet. She smiled, wiping away childish tears of despair. She hated school, she detested her life.

Then on her windowsill as if by magic appeared a violet dove with a purple fairy on its back. Aveline smiled like a child who has never smiled before. She opened her window, and the dove and fairy entered. The fairy whispered stories as the dove cooed.

The next day, Aveline began to write. A story of a magical bird and its fairy friend. Later that year, her story would win the school talent content, as a thousand smiles lit in her heart.

On the day of the talent contest, magic murmured in the air. By the next morning, within St Giles Cathedral there had appeared an amethyst fountain complete with a dolphin statue spewing purple water.

Again, this was interpreted as a sign from heaven. Crowds descended like a flock of lost doves. And as a full moon licked the streets that night, magic played with stone like a kitten with paint. For a few minutes, the entire city glowed purple. Moonlight sung its ancient lullaby, and the city purred as peace descended. A message of miracles lit up Edinburgh like an enchanted candle in freefall. A radiant poem of promise … a glowing haiku of hope.

A purple moon in a purple sky above clouds
Image by Erik Nilsson from Pixabay

Lucky Star

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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
Image by Ray Shrewsberry • from Pixabay

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
Image by Ilo from Pixabay

“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.

A man on a cliff watching a shooting star against a violet sky
Image by Gustavo Fernández from Pixabay