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 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.

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.