Ferngully: The Last Rainforest Life Is A Magic Thing Novels & Stories

Three Days To Lyla's Birthday Lyla POV: I blinked open my eyes, and it took a moment to realize that the canopy of leaves above me was not a ceiling, and the earthen floor under my feet was not carpet. I was in a forest, but not just any forest—it was ethereal, ancient, almost sacred. Towering trees stretched as far as the eye could see, their thick branches woven together like the intricate stitches of a grand tapestry. Ferns and wildflowers adorned the ground, their petals shimmering with the light that broke through the arboreal ceiling.

Selwyn’s POV I was standing just outside the mansion as a large purple suv came sliding sideways to a stop. I jerked the door open and lifted out the love of my life. I knew from the mindlinks of Rod and Nevel that something was wrong with my Rain. They all thought it was the dark evil blood magic. Now that she was in my arms I knew that it wasn’t the case. I looked into her eyes as she fought to stay awake for me. A single tear slipped out of the corner of my eye as I watched with helplessness as Rain succumbed to a deep sleep.

***** Inside the Blackfang Rift The sky above the Blackfang Rift cracked open with thunder as we crossed its jagged threshold, swallowed by shadow and cold. The rain followed us in, but as if cursed, it no longer fell in droplets—it became mist. A swirling, heavy, ash-scented fog that clung to our skin and refused to evaporate. Even the light from our mage lanterns could barely slice through the gloom.

It shimmered. Ares and his entourage had transformed the space. Silk drapes billowed from the ceiling like swirling snowstorms, catching the breeze from the AC vents and dancing in the air. Jasmine had strung fairy lights across the beams, woven with dried herbs and sprigs of pine that released a warm, woodsy scent when the bulbs heated them. It smelled like winter in the middle of summer—comforting, nostalgic, and a little wild.

Fiona’s POV The first clue had led us to the deep swamp behind the old site. It was said that a rare plant, Dark Light Algae, grew here—an essential material for activating the magic array. But as I stood at the swamp’s edge, inhaling the thick, musty air, I couldn’t help but wonder if the legends had conveniently left out the part where we’d have to risk our lives to retrieve it. A dense, eerie fog coiled around twisted trees, their gnarled roots jutting out of the soggy ground like skeletal fingers grasping at the air.

“Dearest little bird, the last person who saw me sky clad died of lightning strike. Better not to tempt the gods.” So they stepped into the witch’s circle and danced. Their sister witches lifted Anya high, sang cantrips and charms – miracles blossomed on the bloody ground as the witches beat bare feet against thorns. The blood flowed in rivulets onto the mountain side, leaving hungry ferns springing up green and red in their wake. It was an old magic, a true magic, and Anya plucked fern flowers and tossed them into the green bonfire, whispering to the crackling flame her childish heart’s desires, just as Baba Yaga had told her:

Chapter 16 WHAT LAY BENEATH the pink clouds made Eureka gasp in surprise: “The Rainbow forest land!” exclaimed Orea. It was miles and miles of colourful glittering trees of multi-coloured leaves of rainbow colours. “From a distance it gives off those rainbow hues but if we get closer you will realize that most of the trees are purple or green in colour,” Orea explained grasping on the reigns of her flying unicorn. “What are those?” Eureka said pointing down. “Are they tree houses? Those trees must be huge!”

Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone. The cold grew sharper and sharper, carving straight into my bones. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a notification. I turned my head slightly and saw that Morgan had just updated his social media. In the photo, he wore nothing but a thin short-sleeved shirt with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. 'So lucky Ms. Sheffield brought me a generator, or I would have frozen tonight too.' I stared at the picture for a long time.

Each one was thoughtful and perfectly suited to his tastes. But it was too little, too late. Something she could have done with a single phone call had taken seven years. After opening the last gift, Allen turned to the butler. “Sell them all,” he said quietly. “Donate the proceeds to the orphanage.” As the days of his departure drew nearer, Allen spent every moment with Calvin and Denise. They took him all around the city, from watching sunsets by the sea to riding Ferris wheels, eating snacks from street vendors, and savoring desserts in high-end restaurants. It was the happiest time of his life.

The talisman’s burn in Killian’s chest had dulled to a steady, searing throb — like someone had nailed a star into his ribs. Every beat of his heart sent waves of heat crawling down his arms, bleeding into his fingers until they tingled. The shadows inside him pressed against the invisible walls the magic had thrown up, like wolves clawing to get out. The stairwell was choked with smoke from the dying Bloodforged. Somewhere up the steps, the clash of steel and shouts of the guild fighters drifted closer — but not close enough.