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Ebony and Tessa

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Ebony entered Gemstone Glade with a smile in his soul. As black as the night sky, he carried the magic black unicorn ray inside, the silence and secrets of a midnight star-studded sky in his heart.

A black unicorn with long flowing mane and tail before a stream and a forest of golden leaved trees
Image by Lorelei Cohen from Pixabay

He hoped a portal would open today. Four had opened so far, a black hole of possibility that led to another world, and new friends Cliff the Crow, Peter the Panther, Henry the Horse and Cara the Cow. All were likewise black and custodians of the magical black ray.

Slowly, Ebony drank from the magical fountain, immediately feeling invigorated. He looked up. A bubble of white and black appeared before him like a mirror to a lost world. Neighing softly, Ebony jumped in to the dim light.

He found himself in a sister woodland glade, a black and white stone fountain shimmering in a low sunlight. Crows circled above like avian angels. Then he heard a new sound …

… A cat’s meow. The song of soft fur and pristine purrs.

She came round the fountain on her tiny white paws, her black fur shining against the white of her neck and underside. A tuxedo cat, a perfectly calculated mix of black and white. Her white whiskers twitched as curiosity simmered in her golden eyes.

“I am Tessa,” she whispered in Ebony’s mind. “I am master of black and white magic.”

“And I am master of the unicorn black ray,” asserted Ebony.

“Let me give you some white wisdom too,” whispered Tessa.

She rubbed around his legs. Ebony neighed softly. He felt warmth flow through his body. He looked at his reflection in the fountain. His mane … it was turning white!

“You are now a black and white unicorn!” giggled Tessa in his head. “Have fun with your new powers!”

A white portal of light opened up before them. “Follow me!” cried Tessa. And then they were there … on a giant chessboard of black and white. Tessa and Ebony ran between giant knights and pawns, marvelling at the magic at their feet. Then the knights moved, turning in to unicorns! Ebony neighed a delighted greeting.

On the other side of the board, a small black and white cat and a unicorn with a white mane appeared. Their parallel selves ran towards them, disbelief dancing in their eyes. “I am Tessa!” “So am I!”

A portal of white light glimmered at the far side of the board. Tessa and Ebony ran towards it, and were in an alternate world. It was Gemstone Glade, but not as we know it.

A black and white stone fountain simmered softly under a bright white moon. From its centre rose a black unicorn statue. Ebony touched his horn to the statue in a unicorn blessing. He neighed softly.

The fountain stones began to sing. Then the statue moved its head. Golden eyes glowed in the moonlight. “Hello Ebony the first,” he stated in calm unicorn telepathic language. “I am Ebony the second, and have been waiting for you to set me free! We all know your legend in this glade, which is why I was created in your form. But perhaps you have not achieved all the amazing adventures yet, perhaps the fables are your future … and one I would love to join.”

Ebony looked in to the eyes of his soul brother. “Let’s explore this world together, and the forest beyond. Let us make the stories children will cry over … the fables to inspire a better future. Let us build the dream … and let us start now.”

Tessa purred in agreement. Then she saw it. The statue of a white cat beyond the fountain. She purred even louder.

Slowly, she placed a paw on the statue. It moved … like the unicorn statue, it was coming to life! “Hello Tessa! I have been waiting for an angel cat to save me, to make me real. I am Whisper, a silent secret, the statue of a cat in a world with no felines … until you arrived today. I would love to join your adventures, to bring feline magic to this forest.”

The face of a pure white cat with light green eyes
Image by Birgit from Pixabay

And so it came to pass that two unicorns and two cats ventured forth in to the forest before them, adventures in their hearts and a secret smile in their souls. What happens next? That is a story for another day …

Many portals away, in the Gemstone Glade we know and love, the fountain whispered in the moonlit light. Slowly, the statue in its centre transformed … in to a black and white unicorn. Princess Ebonia the Second appeared in ancient writing on a plaque at her feet. Her unmoving eyes stared at the moon. A timeless tale was born in her heart. Starlight wove its web of wonder above, as fairies slumbered below. Stories shushed each other in the air, secrets for tomorrow …

In another world, Ebony neighed at the starlit sky. Tomorrow would be the first day of a new fable, a future written in the stars and stamped on every unicorn heart. Destiny reached from the stars as Ebony rose on his hindlegs to catch it.

So dream big, dear reader, and create your own story, the one with the happiest ending ever. For tomorrow is waiting, like a secret statue ready to come alive. Let the stars shine down on you and light your way, and never look back.

Rainbow Dreams Come True

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Rainbow the Warrior Unicorn jumped through rainbow portal after rainbow portal, spreading peace like pastel rain. Her coat glistened with all the colours of the rainbow, while her horn glowed with soft golden light.

A unicorn with a shining coat of blue and pink colours, between trees with flowers on the forest floor
Image by Jim Cooper from Pixabay

Today there was an argument in a household kitchen, a married couple disagreeing over their porridge. Rainbow appeared before them then was gone like a magical vision. Voices lowered and tempers calmed. The argument was over, a mystery in its place.

Then a school playground, a fight between two children pausing while the assembled crowd of youngsters gazed in awe at the unicorn. Then Rainbow was gone, and the fight was over.

Next came a shop, where an irate customer shouted at a quivering sales assistant. A shining unicorn raced between them, and was gone. The angry customer was left speechless, and then hurriedly left the store.

And again and again. Sometimes she would stop, mentally asking, “portal fairies …. Somewhere to rest next.”

Today at her request the portal changed its rainbow hues to silver and gold … the colour of unicorn horns.

Rainbow jumped in to the glittering light. She found herself in a forest glade with a fountain in its middle, and a wooden sign proudly proclaiming, “Gemstone Glade.”

Crystalline fairies flew around her. “Welcome, unicorn stranger, you will find much to enjoy here.”

For once, she was somewhere where peace prevailed already. Slowly, Rainbow sipped from the sparkling fountain waters. Immediately, she felt revived.

A soft neigh shushed the glade. Rainbow turned round to behold a mighty Pegasus.

“Hello, I am Ryan. It is always a pleasure to see a new unicorn here.”

Rainbow had met a kindred soul. The two unicorns exchanged notes on their many adventures. Read Unicorn Ryan Adventures

Then a portal of shining pink light opened before them.

“I think it is time we adventure together,” said Ryan. Together they jumped in to the light, and to a new year of pink possibility and maybe, just maybe unicorn dreams come true.

May rainbow unicorns guide your way, and may the silken dust of all your dreams come true follow you through 2026 and beyond.

Christmas Lucky Star

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Magical unicorns Holly and Ivy entered Gemstone Glade, their horns as bright as the stars in the sky above. It was Christmas and the night was theirs … to spread sparkle and stardust on Planet Earth.

They carried Christmas magic in their hearts, sharing this each December with a few chosen children. Their sleigh full of gifts, it was time for an enchanted night to begin.

Two white unicorns with a black and gold sleigh with a design of bells and snowflakes
Image by Bianca Van Dijk from Pixabay

Holly and Ivy flew in to the night, their sleigh behind them, their horns acting as radar for the first lucky child on the unhappy this year register.

Then they were there, in the garden of a small house  in London. A dark-haired boy looked out his window with starstruck eyes. Was he dreaming?

This would be no ordinary Christmas present. Thomas was a talented kid, trying to write a book. The unicorns were here to share their story.

Thomas ran in to the garden in his slippers. Holly and Ivy walked round him, as he tentatively touched them. Enchantment lit his heart with its festive fire.

Then Holly touched his head with her horn. A magical Christmas story dripped in to his mind like a mist of memories he never knew he had. Thomas clenched his fist, as his fingers longed to write. And write he did, long in to the Christmas Eve night. A saga of two magical unicorns Holly and Ivy, and their many Christmas adventures. Thomas smiled as he finally closed his laptop, and crawled to bed.

Magic murmured in his mind. Two years later, his story was published, a gift of sparkle and stardust for children everywhere.

Holly and Ivy’s story became a Christmas classic. Sometimes a child would read the book, then look out their window on a cold Christmas Eve, and imagine the unicorns were really there, in the stars above.

And sometimes an unhappy child would wake on Christmas morning to gifts galore on their windowsill. Were Holly and Ivy real? They would never know …

May you see them one December, far far above … two unicorns and their sleigh of magic. And may a lucky star shine on you tonight, granting all your dreams come true in 2026 and beyond.

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.
Image by Jim Cooper from Pixabay

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.

A pink rose with dew drops on its petals
Image by Pascal Wiemers from Pixabay