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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
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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.

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

Image by Jim Cooper from Pixabay

“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

Image by Lorelei Cohen from Pixabay

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.

Stone Circle Serenade

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Crystalline fairy Smokey Quartz Sally danced through Gemstone Glade, boredom beating in her heart. She was seeking something but she knew not what. She waved her wand in exasperation. Then it happened. A silver portal of light opened before her.

On the other side, a stone circle stood like frozen kings at the foot of a mountain. Little did she know that she was in Scotland. Laughing, Sally waved her wand again. One of the stones turned in to a giant shining smokey quartz.

A circle of tall thin stones on green grass under a blue sky
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She heard neighing behind her. To her surprise, Sally confronted a white unicorn, deep green eyes gazing in to her own, a silver glowing horn above like a lantern from a mystic land. “There are unicorns, beyond our Gemstone Glade forest?” she whispered in shock.

“I am Stonetta, guardian unicorn to the stone circles of Scotland. People cannot see me, cats can … and fairies too it seems. Come with me …”

Stonetta swirled her horn. Another silver portal appeared. “This is how you came here, a little of my magic blown in the wind. Let’s have fun together.”

So through the magic portal they traversed the stone circles of Scotland together. At each one, Sally waved her wand, and then one stone in the circle turned to smokey quartz. Stonetta neighed her approval, magic merriment in her eyes.

“Can I take you to Gemstone Glade?” asked Sally. “It is a magical glade just a few dimensions away.” She threw her wand in the air, then caught it as a large pink bubble appeared. Together, the unicorn and fairy flew through to the enchanted Gemstone Glade beyond.

Stonetta walked around the glade, breathing its healing air, nodding her horn to the many crystalline fairies there.

“Let me show you some magic too.” Stonetta ran in to the trees. Sally joined her as a nearby glade shuddered beneath them. Then ten large stones grew from the ground. A stone circle had arrived in the Gemstone Glade forest.

A stone circle of medium size grey stones in long grass with trees in the background
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The crystalline fairies arrived donning delight like a ball dress. It was time to party among the new stones. It was a night of fairy-fuelled celebration … interwoven with deep magic.

Far away in Scotland, the tourists came in their thousands to see the stone circles with their new smokey quartz stone. It was a national mystery … or a tourism boost, depending how you looked on it.

And then the stones began to sing, a soft lullaby of a better tomorrow, a prayer for heaven on Earth. Stonetta looked on proudly, as a song rose in her own throat. It was the sound of Scotland … a waltz of wisdom, the music of magic. A ballad of timeless beauty that knew no end.

Black and White Beauty

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Tiny feline Tessa somersaulted round her garden chasing a white butterfly, its colour matching her own stomach and paws. A black and white beauty, her coat gleamed in the early morning sun.

Amber eyes shone with feline fun. Today impossible itched in her mind, the promise of something so much more, the whisper of wonder … and there it was. In front of her. A glowing white ball of light, the music of memories unmade beyond. She jumped in to the bright sphere as purrs erupted deep inside. Impossible stroked her head … as her eyes danced with disbelief.

A bird song disco of a forest glade confronted her, a little piece of heaven in green leaves and grey fountain stone. There before her, like a vision from a perfect catnip-scented dream, stood a black and white unicorn. He stared in to her eyes with avid attention, then he spoke using the ancient art of telepathy.

“Hello feline visitor, my name is Domino. I am one of the legendary black and white unicorn herd. We usually hide in our own little world, today I am exploring the magic of Gemstone Glade that is known and spoken of through many galaxies. We live beyond the clouds in Zebracorna, a world between worlds. I can show you.”

The head of a zebra with a unicorn horn
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Making patterns in the air with his black horn, Domino neighed softly. Black and white steps appeared, reaching for the clouds above. Tessa followed Domino as he ascended. They arrived in a world of violet trees with a purple sun in the sky.

“Welcome to Zebracorna. Let me introduce you to my friends.”

Four unicorns approached, all black and white, two with black horns, and two with silver. “Welcome curious cat cousin, black and white like we are. We can teach you to use the healing energy of black combined with white.”

A unicorn gently touched Tessa’s head with his horn. She felt heat in her chest. “You now have access to black and white magic.” Tessa purred.

She returned via the glade to her home. However Tessa would never be the same again. Wherever she went, she would spread black cat luck and unicorn magic. And everyone who stroked her … would see their wildest dreams come true.

So Tessa led the best life, magic in her meows, the promise of possible in her purr, happiness in her heart like a unicorn horn on fire.

Perhaps one day she would find Gemstone Glade again. Until then, she would spread her molten magic, enjoying the sweet enigma of her black and white soul. For black and white cats are surely the greatest felines of all.

A black and white cat with large ears and long white whiskers on a blue and a grey blanket

Butterfly Bling

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Pony princess Unlessa trotted in to Gemstone Glade, a glimpse of glamour among the trees, a hint of hope in her eyes, a flower pattern unicorn like no other.

a unicorn with a coat of different coloured flowers
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Her mother was the one and only Molly the Magnificent, unicorn of myth and magic. While pregnant with Unlessa, Molly too came to Gemstone Glade to drink its healing fountain waters. It was here that a rare benefica butterfly landed on her stomach, emitting its protective powers to the baby beneath. Benefica butterflies have flower patterns on their wings. Unlessa was born to marvel and mystification: she had flowers painted all over her extraordinary body.

Unlessa bowed her head to the fountain, drinking with joy. Then she spun round, and pointed her horn to two flies overhead. By molten magic, they turned in to benefica butterflies, little rainbows with wings.

One butterfly flew through a portal of green and pink light, and found itself in a small garden. Flying towards a ginger haired girl on a swing, it landed on her hand like a blessing from heaven, a living floral poem. The girl shrieked with delight.

Many years later, the teenage Sandra would write a book: Butterfly Bling. It followed the lives of high school children navigating life … with the help of magical butterflies. The book was published; suddenly butterflies were firm fashion. And as if summoned by sorcery, benefica butterflies appeared everywhere, confounding science and testing theories on their origin.

Many dimensions away, Unlessa stepped once again in to Gemstone Glade. There were no benefica butterflies today. However bluebottle flies battled the wind around the fountain. Time for magic … Unlessa waved her horn, and the flies transformed in to benefica butterflies, beauty with beating wings, a promise of possible as they rose as one and flew away. And wherever they landed, magic would follow as a sunrise at the end of the night. And like a pastel sunrise, the butterflies would inspire hope in all hearts touched by them.

Look out your window now … you may just see one, there high above, a glimpse of glamour, a breath of colourful beauty, a vision quickly gone, but never forgotten.

a pink butterfly with open wings with brown dots among the pink
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Christmas Dragon

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Unicorn Ryan danced around the Gemstone Glade fountain, Christmas sparkle in his heart. Christmas was his favourite time of year, and this year extra special for he had been gifted a new magical stone tablet, a portal opener to other worlds.

The stone tablet offered four options:

Christmas Crystal (read first story)

Christmas Cave

Christmas Dragon

Christmas Castle

Ryan gently touched his horn to the Christmas Dragon text.

A portal of golden fire materialised above him. Ryan’s eyes shone. Without a second thought, he jumped in to a new world.

Golden mountains confronted him, a lake of liquid gold next to them. Was it really gold, or just gold coloured? What magic had he stumbled upon today?

Ryan walked towards a cave at the foot of the mountain. Smoke whispers soothed his noise, a scent like … a Christmas fire mixed with pine needles.

A dragon slowly emerged from the cave, golden scales shimmering under a low winter sun.

“A unicorn!” The dragon spoke the ancient language of telepathy.

The dragon seemed happy to meet another living being in this barren golden landscape.

The head of a golden dragon emerging from rocks with golden smoke around him
Image by Jim Cooper from Pixabay

“I am Alfred, dragon of Christmas. However I no longer celebrate. No one believes in dragons on Earth anymore. I used to attend stone circles at the winter solstice and add my golden smoke to bonfires. Or I would find valiant knights and gift them golden dragon energy. But today … no one cares.”

“I am sure there would be someone out there who would love to meet you this Christmas,” said Ryan. “How did you find you valiant knights?”

“My golden intuition would know where to go.”

“So why can’t you use your intuition again this year? There must be someone who needs a bit of dragon magic this Christmas.”

The dragon sighed. “Very well. It is not easy coming out of retirement … “

“It will be fun,” Ryan reassured him.

So Ryan and Alfred flew through yet another golden portal, and drifted like a dream through the night sky over London, UK.

“There is someone special in that house down there,” proclaimed Alfred.

And so a unicorn and a dragon landed in a quiet suburban garden. A light switched on downstairs, then she was at the door. A diminutive woman with red hair and shining green eyes. She did not appear to be scared.

An elven woman with huge ears and large green eyes
Image by Jim Cooper from Pixabay

“We are here to bring you Christmas cheer,” Ryan quickly told her, again using telepathy.

The woman looked surprised, then smiled. “I am Violet, and I am a writer. I prayed today for inspiration. And here it is … “

Alfred breathed out golden smoke, and his eyes smiled. “Let me tell you my story.”

He spoke in to the early hours of the morning. And so it came to pass, that Dragon of Christmas was written and published by the next Christmas. Children everywhere would read of this magical dragon … and yes, some of them would believe in him. Christmas magic would melt in their hearts, as Christmas words healed the world.

And Alfred would return, each Christmas, spreading golden smoke high over the land. Look up to the night sky now, and you may see him, a line of gold among the stars. And if you harbour a secret wish, let the strength of golden dragon smoke support you … as your dreams come true.

We wish all readers golden dragon sparkle this Christmas, and every Christmas. And may children always believe in magic, stories of the impossible welcome in their hearts.

Happy Christmas from Ryan the Unicorn, Alfred the Dragon and all the Gemstone Glade fairies.

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
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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.

Christmas Star

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A crisp snow carpet glimmered under a full moon. The Gemstone Glade fountain whispered an ancient lullaby, unknown words of wisdom shushed by a gentle breeze.

Unicorn Ryan stepped through the glade and looked up to the moon, thinking of his many adventures. Read them here

Suddenly a bright star shot across the sky. It sliced the black velvet heavens like a fast ship on a still sea.

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Then it was above the glade, descending like a spirit from a far dimension. It came to rest next to the fountain, a small bundle of winking light, a Christmas gift of magic. Little stars shot upwards and branches of light formed around them.

Slowly the star grew into a Christmas tree of light.

Unicorn Ryan neighed softly, winter wonder in his eyes, star secrets in his heart.

The star tree continued to grow, reaching for the moon above. Soon, it was as high as the Gemstone Glade oak tree.

Ryan’s eyes sparkled with mute marvel. He rested his horn on a shining leaf, bewitched by the starlit beauty before him.

The star twinkled, then like a leaf in autumn fell silently to the snow licked land. It glowed more brightly, changing shape, transforming into … a square of light. Gently, the bright light dimmed, leaving behind a softly illuminated stone tablet.

Another stone tablet. Ryan neighed in excitement, electricity of enthusiasm roaring through his veins.

Words appeared in the stone, like a poem of indelible love in a beating heart. Words that could change worlds …

… Or perhaps just Ryan’s world.

Four choices confronted his eager eyes.

Christmas Crystal

Christmas Cave

Christmas Dragon

Christmas Castle

Ryan touched his horn to the first option. A portal of shining light appeared before him. Ryan’s eyes glittered like jewels. Effortlessly, he jumped through the glowing gateway.

A seashore in moonlight, diamonds twinkling under his hooves … and a soft sea hymn that spoke to his heart. Then snow began to fall, and as each flake touched the beach, it formed a perfect diamond. The shore was alive with vibrant light.

The waves licked the shore like a hungry kitten. Then they parted to reveal … a white horse, giant wings spraying sea foam in the air like Christmas candy.

A white horse with wings galloping through the sea against a backdrop of grey clouds with light shining through
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Wise eyes regarded Ryan, pools of mer magic. “I am Diamanta,” the horse relayed to Ryan telepathically. “I knew you were coming. I bring a gift from the bottom of the ocean.”

The horse’s white mane whispered in the wind. She lowered her head to Ryan hooves, and deposited an item from her mouth. It was a large shining diamond, the strength of the sea and wisdom of the waves in solid form.

Ryan neighed his thanks, sniffing the sparkling stone. “May I take it home with me?” he meekly asked.

“It is yours now, take it where you will. Prepare for magic beyond belief!”

Ryan lifted the stone in his mouth, then jumped back through the portal. All was still in Gemstone Glade, expectation in the eery silence.

Ryan placed the diamond in the fountain. The waters danced, little drops of winking waltzes. Ryan touched his horn to the submerged diamond, electric energy soaring through him. He neighed, joy a bright gem in his heart.

A small hand stroked his mane. It was crystal fairy Diamond Deirdre, laughing in his ear. “I can feel the diamond,” she confided. “It is very magical.”

A soft melody whispered in the trees. Ryan looked around the glade in silken surprise. Leaves were turning in to diamonds, the spirit of glitter in the air like a Christmas song in stone.

The fountain waters bubbled ferociously. Something moved beneath. It was the diamond, changing shape in to …

… a diamond dove, wings of white light glowing in the dark. The dove flew round the glade, resting on Ryan’s horn, then defecting to the oak tree. Diamond leaves danced beneath her.

Then she flew high in to the night, and was gone. With joy in her crystal heart, Dora the dove soared upwards and onwards, spreading a message of pure diamond love. Resting once in a while on a cathedral spire or a mountain summit, then back to the skies, a light passing above, the peace of poetry in motion, a diamond dream that would never wake up.

Soon, people everywhere had seen her, a letter of hope, its words whispering in the wind. It was a winter wish, a gift of Christmas magic, a hymn from heaven.

Wishing all blog readers a Christmas of diamond delight and gemstone glitter. May a dove of peace bless your house, unseen and unknown far above in the night sky. And may the brightest star in the night shine for you today and all your days.

A white dove flying in a blue sky with clouds and a rainbow
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