Back with an updated version. (Apologies if I missed anyone, I tried)


FIGMENT FINDS A FRIEND

The constellation White Iris sparkled in the frosty January _Sky, like diamonds made from ice. All magical creatures that dwelled in the land of dragons were able to find their way home under the brilliance of those stars, as well as the fiery lights that shone from the majestic castle of the land's most beloved, Silver_Queen, and her lady-in-waiting, Evangelista.

The cave was cold and dark even though the walls were lined with shiny gold, and Figment had to use his claws to guide him deep into the lair. He'd been out all night collecting treasures like all good dragons do, and mud and slime covered his giant purple scales. But Figment didn't care. A dirty dragon was a busy dragon, and busy dragons didn't have time to be lonely. "Lonely hearts were woundedhearts" he'd say. (A little know fact that dragons have many loving hearts.)

Figment thought his cool, damp cave was the finest in the land, a perfect place to raise a fine family of pet snails, although Figment, of course, was nothemomma. His cave was not anything like the cozy, warm cave of his growly neighbor Fuzzybear, who decorated with frilly curtains and even wore a pink bow in her fur. She liked to make scary grrrrrrrr noises like she was fierce, but Figment knew she was just a fuzzy little girl bear with furry little girl paws.

Fuzzy held tea parties for her good friends, Allthegirls. She would sit the six of them around a tiny table and pour them honey-tea. They were funny, loveable girls, the kind that could even make Purple Petunias laugh. (And everyone knows Petunias have absolutely no sense of humor.)

Figment pretended not to care, but oh how he was jealous of them. He wanted his own friends and tried to capture the brave Prince One. But mellors, a soldier and protector of dragon land, plucked the Prince from Figment's claws before he could be carried away.

Figment sat down, put his feet up and admired what was on them. He'd seen them in the Arctic Shop one day. "I think I'll 'buy polar bear' slippers," he said to the shopkeeper Lilith, who sat weaving snowflakes from the finest of lace. He loved his new slippers and gave them names. K and D. "Kooky Dragon," he chuckled. Figment took good care of them and all his shoes, just in case he might wanttoheel them someday.

He painted his cave the color of Rainbowzz and jewels, and decorated ot with the finest of art. The Mona Lisa hung above his head, but he didn't like that name so he called it Monty-Lisa-Girl. OneAndMany treasures he had taken from majestic castles he would rob. He closed his eyes and was drifting off to sleep when he heard laughing. He jumped up and looked around but saw nothing.

"Oksomaybeimnuts," he said but then heard music-whistles-giggles and fun blaring from the rabbit den next door. Sounded a lot like the famous recording artists, SongBirdandDaisy, his favorite band.

"Great. It's hillbunnyb, the official party animal of dragon land." Then he remembered. It was a "welcome the newbies wing-ding." He did get an invitation although there was never any room for him anywhere so he would have to sit outside.

He grabbed the invitation and had another look.

You are cordially invited to a smashing fun bash at the den of the honorable hillbunnyb to welcome the newcomers;
Cyan, w.powers, tallison, catcoon, Susan27, confused43,everybodyishere,faith_tx,
angelsby7, Samandotherstoo.

He hoped the list was complete and no one had been overlooked. Figment always felt bad when feelings were hurt.

Buzz-buzz-buzz..."Get out of my cave you crazy hornets," he roared and swatted. But Figment knew they would stay. He had come to be quite fond of Zorah, the nest's feisty queen. She was in a playful mood and flew lightning fast out of the nest. Round and round Figments head she buzzed, laughing as she watched him swat the air. She would never sting him and he would never catch her.

Figment took one good swipe and tripped. He fell right on his slimy snout and reached out a claw to keep himself from sliding but instead, his hand grabbed a small stone. A stone in his cave? It was an insult to a dragon. His cave was for gold, silver and jewels. He was about to throw that stone back outside where it belonged, when something made him stop. The stone was warm.

Something glimmered under the gray granite and it made Figment feel happy and warm. He scraped at the stone to see more, but the hard exterior wouldn't budge. He huffed and puffed and breathed fire on it but he had run out of flames after pillaging all night. But he knew of someone very powerful who could help.

He ran back outside and bellowed, "Mlyn! Princess of Fire!" He roared it over the mountain tops where Mlyn lived with the Sun, creating and tending the sacred fire of the universe. And suddenly, high in the _Sky, a white-winged horse ablaze with red, orange and yellow sparks emerged. Pegasus, beloved horse of flames and embers, landed at their feet. "I have brought the Princess of Fire." And with a blinding flash of light, Mlyn struck the stone with fire and vanished in a rush of smoke. Before them lay the most stunning jewel the world would ever see.

Figment put the blue stone under his wing and hurried back to his cave. He polished it and polished it until it shone brighter than any diamond and bluer than a midsummer sky. He adorned the stone with soft pine needles that were fairer than any hair he'd ever singed. He took two small, perfect emeralds and used them for eyes. Red ruby lips made up the mouth and a pearl had become a nose.

"A precious stone. A sparkling gem."

And that my friends, is how Figment found a friend and Gemstone got her name.