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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

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“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

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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.

Coffee Chums

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Gemstone Glade fairy Sodalite Sarah loved coffee. She could summon enchanted portals to take her to the best coffee shops anywhere in the world. Every week she ended up somewhere different, a tiny tourist with sparkling blue wings. Only children could see her, as she hovered by unsuspecting adults and then swept over the side of their coffee mug, inhaling the bewitching spell of coffee, a mightier magic than many a fairy could muster.

A tiny person with brown hair, yellow top and red trousers sitting on the rim of a brown coffee cup with a fishing pole
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Her favourite coffee was caramel latte. Any coffee shop customer who quietly sipped one in the corner made her day, so much so that she waved her wand above them to grant good luck energy.

Today she found herself outside Coffee Creatures, a seashore café with pictures of fairies in its window. Sarah chuckled, for little did they know that fairies were indeed real … complete with a weakness for coffee beans. She flew inside.

Then Sarah looked up to find a barista staring straight at her, their green eyes twinkling under tumbling down auburn hair, a sassy smile on their lips. Then the barista winked.

The barista could see her.

It was the beginning of a friendship that linked a small town English coffee shop with a magical forest glade in a far off dimension. Sarah would return here again, and again, and again. She whispered secrets in to the barista’s ear, and she taught her how to make coffee with a touch of fairy wing dust, a sprinkle of dreams coming true tonic.

Two coffee cups in a white saucer with teaspoon. One has a heart in its frothy top and the other a flower.
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Beryl the barista longed to travel the planet. So Sarah conjured up portals and transported her to the best coffee shops the world over. Beryl’s smile was stuck on her face like a stamp, a postcard from Gemstone Glade, a messenger of magic. And then the day came … Sarah asked Beryl to journey to Gemstone Glade. Never before had a human stepped foot there. All the crystalline fairies awarded Beryl a hero’s welcome. It was time to party to the smell of super strong coffee. It was time for fairy magic to begin … And it was time for all Beryl’s dreams to come true.

So next time you sip your latte in a coffee shop, look up and blink. There, just at the edge of your vision, can you catch the fairy wings, a spark of blue seen then gone? And while you drink your coffee, please dream of all you desire, for you never know, a fairy with a wand may be just above you, waiting to grant your every wish. And never stop believing in magic, for it is there everyday, in the taste of coffee, in the sunrise, in the moon at night. It is somewhere deep in your heart and when you find it the mundane becomes marvellous. May all your coffees be barista perfect, and may all your dreams come true.

A white coffee cup and saucer with frothy coffee and two white hearts and wings on top. There are rose petals around the cup.
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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.
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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
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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.

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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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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
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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
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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.

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Turquoise Tales

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The sun cradled Gemstone Glade in its radiant hands. Under an ancient tree, the secret stone tablet shone with inner light. Words waltzed with the promise of a new adventure:

Pink Paradise
Fluorite Farm
Turquoise Town
Fairytale Forest

Rainbow coloured unicorn Raya watched silently as unicorn Ryan touched his shining horn to the letters “Turquoise Town.”

A circle of glowing turquoise light appeared before them.

“Wait for me!” sung a soft voice. It was Turquoise Tanya, one of the many Gemstone Glade crystalline fairies. “You can’t enter a turquoise portal without me!”

Ryan neighed his consent. In happy unison, the two unicorns and crystalline fairy entered the pool of magic light.

Mountains stunned their eyes with silent grandeur. An air of mystery played with their minds. A pool of turquoise lava glimmered under a bright sun.

mountains surrounding a pool of turquoise
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Giant turquoise beetles emerged from caves at the foot of the mountains, carrying turquoise crystals in their mouths. “They are miners,” breathed Ryan telepathically. “This is a turquoise crystal mill.”

Smoke climbed high from the top of the mountains. Then a roar caused the ground beneath them to shake.

A magnificent dragon crawled from the top of the nearest mountain, scales golden under the sun, green smoke fleeing its mouth like an army of mighty mist, fierce eyes regarding them from beneath a turquoise crown.

Then the dragon flapped its green and gold wings and sped towards them. Fear fingered Ryan’s heart, as Raya shivered beside him.

A turquoise and golden dragon with fierce blue eyes
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“Greetings, beasts from a foreign land. I am Taqueena, Queen of the Treasure Dragons. We guard valuable artefacts and ancient secrets. We also protect this planet’s bees, who make liquid turquoise honey. Welcome to Turquoise Tower Mountains, live volcanos containing turquoise crystal and mined here for the whole universe. We are a place of healing and protection. Our crystals bring luck and safety to all who wear them. But who are you? I can tell from your eyes that many stories have stirred your souls.”

Ryan bowed his agreement, and relayed his tantalizing tales, adventure like a sweet pill in his eyes, enigmas waiting to be explored. Read all Ryan’s adventures here

“Come with me in to the Turquoise Tower Mountains,” offered Taqueena, the promise of magic in her molten eyes. “I have something special to show you.”

The three adventurers followed the mighty beast down a large tunnel into the heart of the mountain. A beat danced in their ears, delightful drum music like a distant memory in sound. “It is the murmur of the mountain’s heart,” explained Taqueena. “This is a living mountain. Sometimes its spirit leaves in the night and dances on the seashore. But most of the time she lives here, invisible behind the turquoise walls.”

Then they arrived in a vast cave, turquoise crystal climbing its walls like magic ivy. In the centre of the space, a nest of eggs glowed with inner light. Ryan neighed softly, awe in his eyes. Meanwhile, Turquoise Tanya flew over the nest, waving her wand around ecstatically.

A crack split the silence in two. One of the eggs was hatching …

A tiny dragon slowly emerged, blinking in the dim light. Green scales mixed with golden stars on his small body. Taqueena gaspsed. “He is one of them. The ancient mystery dragons, unknown here for centuries. He has access to the magic of the stars. And you three … he has come for you. He has chosen you.”

Taqueena tenderly picked up the young dragon with her paw, and offered him to Ryan. The dragon rode inside his folded wing as the mismatched group exited the mountain. The sun was high in the sky outside. Tanya flew around Ryan with glee in her grin. This was fun.

“When he is old enough, I will find you again,” declared Taqueena.

“Gemstone Glade is the place,” advised Raya. “A portal will open for you I am sure.”

Above, clouds slid across the sky like sailing boats. Two covered the sun as they shapeshifted in to a vision of a dragon and unicorn.

The group gasped. Raindrops fell, hissing in the turquoise lava below. The baby dragon emitted a muted mini-roar, happiness erupting in his heart like a volcano.

One huge raindrop turned to gold as it hit Ryan’s horn. It fell to his feet.

“Why, it has turned in to a golden egg!” breathed Raya.

“A golden egg!” sighed Taqueena. “Let me take it, and keep it safe. If this births a golden dragon, blessed indeed are we. Pure golden dragons have not lived here in aeons. When they return … everything will change.”

A baby green and pink dragon next to a golden egg
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The portal of turquoise light suddenly reappeared. “I guess it is time for us to leave,” said Ryan sadly as Taqueena retrieved the baby dragon.

“Don’t forget, when this dragon is old enough, I will find you,” promised Taqueena. “Before you go … one question. What is his name?”

Ryan closed his eyes in deep thought, then he uttered: “Miracle.”

And so the three returned to Gemstone Glade, mystery misting their eyes, their hearts aching for the day they would see Miracle again. Above, the sun still shone, a silent witness to all below. The Gemstone Glade fountain hummed its quiet song, as crystalline fairies flew around them, eager to hear their story.

Ryan walked towards the secret tablet, and perused its words. The next adventure beckoned …

Golden Fire

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The Gemstone Glade Christmas Tree glimmered in the winter sun, its rainbow array of baubles winking, conspirators of magic.

Fairy Citrine Cindy flew round the tree, a smile of a hundred suns on her tiny yellow face. Today, she would choose the yellow bauble, her kindred colour.

She danced in front of the bauble, waving her arms and swinging her legs furiously. The sunlight sparkled in her wings, a Christmas light in freefall.

Then the yellow bauble turned in to a huge portal of golden light. With a cheeky chuckle, Cindy flew in to the shimmering gateway.

Golden yellow sands confronted her, emerald green waves licking the beach gently. A large yellow sun hung triumphant in the sky. Hills of yellow grass hugged the beach like a long lost friend.

A yellow seagull flew towards her. “Hello, fairy from afar. I am Seagull Solomon.”

Cindy instantly liked Solomon, he was the same colour as her after all. “I am from Gemstone Glade,” she whispered in her silken voice, the sound of angels laughing.

“Gemstone Glade? It really exists then? I thought it was a myth, a place so magical it could not possibly be real …”

“I can take you there,” promised Cindy.

“I would love to go. But let me first introduce you to my friend Jasmine, a magical sea dragon.”

Solomon cawed to the sky, the sound of every wonder of the world rolled in to one.

The ocean sighed, and the waves parted in two as something large approached … Then she was there, in all her golden yellow glory. A beautiful dragon with emerald green eyes and glowing yellow wings. She breathed yellow smoke as she slowly crept over the sand towards them.

“Jasmine! I have a new friend!”

Cindy laughed. It was not often she met other yellow creatures, especially not ones as mysterious as these two.

Jasmine asked Cindy to climb atop her head, and then flew over the yellow hills and lakes of yellow lava, and of course the ocean studded by islands of yellow sands.

Cindy felt an aching sense of awe suffuse her heart. She was in paradise.

Dragons flying above an ocean with rock formations against a sunlit sky
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“I can transmit sunshine energy,” explained Jasmine. “It can heal, it can burn away the old and transform the world, it can make magic.”

An ocean surrounded by land with palm trees and a sunset above
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“I simply must show you and Solomon my home now,” sighed Cindy.

So Cindy returned through the yellow portal of light, followed by a seagull and then a mighty dragon.

The other crystalline fairies flew around them, intrigued and hoping for some magic. They were not disappointed.

Seagull Solomon shed a yellow feather. The fairies seized it and began to play. Their wings sprouted tiny yellow feathers. They giggled in delight.

Then Jasmine breathed yellow smoke on the Gemstone Glade fountain. Fierce dragon fire ignited, floating on the surface of the water like huge candles. Jasmine breathed again, extinguishing the fire. The fairies clapped in delinquent delight.

Jasmine relit the fountain, and her magic trickled through the portals of the glade and drifted silently to Planet Earth.  

On Christmas Eve, every fountain anywhere on Planet Earth lit up with ferocious yellow fire, a fleeting five minutes of magnificence. It was a Christmas sign, a portent of magic to come … It was the power of every child’s Christmas wish coming true.

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