Amethyst: The Song Within the Stone

(The Birth of the Enchantress)

Amethyst had always known there was something shining just beneath her fur, not a light others could see, but one she could feel.

Even as a young bunny, she collected crystals from the riverbed and tucked them under her pillow, certain they whispered when the moon was full. No one else heard them, but she didn’t mind. She knew someday she’d understand their language.

In the Hollow, that someday arrived.

While Sage wandered the groves learning the pulse of the roots, Amethyst followed the shimmer in the air, a pull that led her deep beneath an archway of stone. There, crystals jutted from the earth like frozen lightning, their edges humming in a rhythm that matched her heartbeat.

She stepped closer, paw brushing the surface of one violet shard.

It thrummed.

So did she.

The sound swelled, a quiet resonance that filled the cavern until it became a song, not of words, but of belonging. She realized the crystals weren’t calling to her; they were singing with her. Each tone a reflection of her calm, her courage, her care.

As light bloomed through the cavern walls, Amethyst raised her paw and watched tiny motes of starlight gather around her. They didn’t burn, they listened. When she moved, they moved. When she spoke, the crystals echoed her voice in soft harmony.

In that glow, she understood: she wasn’t meant to shape the Hollow through earth or potion, but through balance. Through the stillness between breath and light. Through the courage to stand steady when the world trembles.

From that night on, the Hollow shimmered faintly violet wherever she walked. Crystals grew in her wake, humming with quiet protection.

To the travelers who wander the Hollow, her presence feels like calm wrapped in magic, a warmth that keeps shadows at bay.

Amethyst doesn’t wield her power to dazzle.

She radiates it, steady, luminous, unshakable, like the stone she’s named for.

By: Brittney Humphrey

Date: November 13th, 2025