Morning Flight

Ms. Crayon Unicorn soared through the morning sky above Artlandia, her glowing blue wings cutting gracefully through fluffy white clouds. Below her stretched the colorful kingdom she protected, where paintbrush pixies painted rainbow bridges and Marker Goblins sketched murals on castle walls.

"Another peaceful day in paradise," she murmured, adjusting her blue mask as she glided toward her castle home.

But something felt wrong. The usual symphony of artistic creation seemed... quieter. She swooped lower, her large blue eyes scanning the streets. A paintbrush pixie sat motionless on a park bench, staring at her empty hands. Two Marker Goblins wandered aimlessly, their usual sketching supplies nowhere to be seen.

Ms. Crayon Unicorn landed softly in the castle courtyard between the two unicorn statues. Her purple mane rippled in the breeze as she summoned her giant glowing crayon, its familiar warmth pulsing in her palm.

"Something's definitely not right," she whispered, gazing at the unusually quiet kingdom spread before her four towering crayon spires.

The Last Light

Ms. Crayon Unicorn pushed open the heavy castle doors and stepped inside. Her hooves clicked against the marble floor as she walked through the grand hallway lined with colorful paintings.

"Mayor Brushworth!" she called out. "Are you here?"

A small voice squeaked from behind a pillar. "Ms. Crayon Unicorn! Thank goodness you're back!"

A tiny paintbrush pixie fluttered into view, her delicate wings trembling. Unlike the other pixies who always carried rainbow-colored brushes, this one held nothing but empty hands.

"Stella, what's wrong?" Ms. Crayon Unicorn knelt down to the pixie's eye level. "Where's your painting brush?"

"Gone!" Stella's voice cracked. "It vanished this morning, just like everyone else's! The Marker Goblins can't find their markers. The pen dragons lost their ink. Even the pencil princesses have nothing to write with!"

Ms. Crayon Unicorn's blue eyes widened. She looked down at her own giant glowing crayon, still pulsing with warm light.

"But mine's still here," she whispered.

"You're the only one left with any art supplies in all of Artlandia," Stella said, tears forming in her tiny eyes.