Hello there, welcome to Rainbow Magic: Reviving Magic I'm sure you want to jump right into the action, but I have to say a few things first.

1. I do not own any of these series, nor do I have any of the rights to them. They belong to their respective owners, and not me. (Although I wouldn't mind owning them)

2. I am still in school, and will soon have a job, so I can't guarentee the consistency of updates.

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Glad to see you've finally come to. I don't suppose you remember much do you? I'd better start at the beginning then.

Blythe's POV

Hello, my name is Blythe, and I used to live a normal life. Then, one day in a dumb-waiter incident, I gained the ability to talk to animals. Now, you might think that it was no big deal, but it set me up for good. I got a job from it, and made a whole bunch of new friends, but that's a different story, for a different time. A few weeks ago, something even more strange and special happened, and I'm going o tell you all about it.

Darien's POV

Hello there, my name is Darien, and I'm going to tell you the coolest story ever tonight, but first, you need to know a bit about me. I've never really been viewed as "normal" and I kinda like it. I've always been that one person who knows that E=mc^2 isn't actually complete, and that tungsten was used in medieval samurai weaponry and armors. I was the one kid who, at the age of twelve, still believed in Santa Clause, and in fairies and goblins, and other kinds of magic. Let me tell you something, I'm really glad I was that one kid.

Kirsty/Rachel's POV

Hello there, our names are Kirsty and Rachel. We've been friends for quite a long time, and we share an amazing secret, that we're going to share with you today. Our secret has led us on tons of adventures, and even into the arms of danger a few times, but we've always made it out. We're definitely not your average best friends, and you'll soon find out why.

Blythe's POV

"Blythe! I'm going to be late if you don't hurry up!"

"Coming Dad! Well, I guess this is goodbye for a week."

"Hold on Blythe dear, I have news for you that might cheer you up."

"What could possibly cheer me up Mrs.T?"

"Mr. Ferguson will be out-of-town for a few days, and wants you to take Russell with you on your little vacation."

"Really? That's awesome!" I jumped up and almost hit my head on the ceiling. "Come on Russell, we've got a plane to catch!" We got to the airport just in time, and my dad was able to stall the plane long enough for me and Russell to get on. Five minutes later, we were in the air, and on our way to the little place dad had picked to visit this year. What was it called again? Grainspell, no…Rainshell, no…Rainspell, yes, that was it! Rainspell Island…

Darien's POV

"I'm absolutely certain I have everything Mom!" I yelled out the bus window. "I don't need to check again!"

"If you've forgotten anything, don't expect me to send it down for you!"

"I don't! I'll be fine for the month I'm going down there Mom!" This was what you got, for deciding to go visit with your relatives, and go on your own. Everyone was looking at me strangely, but I didn't mind. I had all sorts of money to use when we got there, and I was going for fun, I wasn't going to let something like a bus full of people stop me from having the fun I wanted. As the bus pulled into the station, I stood up, and somehow managed to walk to my aunt's house without falling over halfway there. Walking in the front door, I heard a loud noise, and saw a large jet plane coming in for a landing…over a field of corn! I dropped my bags in the hall, turned right back around, and headed for the plane. As I was running down Twisty Lane, I heard a pair of voices behind a hedge talking about the plane that had gone down in the field. I stuck my head through the hedge, and whistled. "Can you come help me make sure everyone from the plane is OK?"

Kirsty/Rachel's POV

I heard a whistle, and turned my head to see what it was, only to be greeted by a head sticking out of my hedge. It asked us to go check out the plane with it, and as soon as I had told my mom what was happening, we agreed to go, and it disappeared.

Rachel turned to me. "I sure hope everyone is OK."

"I hope so too. I would hate to see someone get hurt by something like that. I wonder what caused it?"

"Let's go find out!" We took off running down the road, towards the plane crash.

Blythe's POV

It was terrible. One minute, I'm sitting on the plane, chatting with Russell about some of the cool things we were going to see on Rainspell, like the rainbow that never fades. The next, we're slowly plummeting to our certain doom. If there is one thing I can tell you about that experience, it's that I never want to go through it again. We crash-landed in a corn field, and a few minutes after we did, I could see something approaching through the smoke of the engines and ground and corn. It turned out to be three kids, a few years younger than me, who had seen the plane go by, and came to ensure nobody was hurt. I must say, I was glad that they came, because it was them that told me my dad was OK, and they helped me get to him, and get off of the plane. It turned out we had sprung a leak in our fuel tank, and we ran out of fuel a little earlier than expected. My dad, Russell and I spent that night at Kirsty's house, and then my dad found a place for us to stay. That's when we got the bad news. The ferry to Rainspell Island had broken down, and they wouldn't be making any trips with it for three weeks. So, dad decided we would stay in Wetherbury for the week instead.

Darien's POV

Dear Paul,

I am writing to you today, just like you asked, to say happy birthday, and to let you know that I'm definitely going to enjoy my stay out here. I met two girls today, who live about five minutes from where I'm staying, they're very nice, and offered to show me the sights of the town tomorrow. I'm looking forward to seeing Greeenwood Forest, I overheard the girls talking about it being filled with Pogwurzels or some other exotic creature like that. I'll be sure to get you a few souvenirs.

Sincerely, Darien

Ok, so I'm going to try to avoid jumping around like this, but there may be a few chapters that are chalk-full of POV jumps. If it gets to be too much to understand, let me know, and I'll switch to just writing third person like usual.

Any-one here who can tell me what Kirsty and Rachel were talking about when they mentioned "Pogwurzels" gets an extra-special prize.