With rainbow eyes, she looked across the field
to gaze upon her unicorn. As he tossed his head
and whinnied, the maiden smiled. She ran to him,
her dress flowing behind her, the white as pure as
his coat. Placing her arms around his neck, she
looked into his eyes and saw the dance of color
before lowering her face into his neck and holding
him tight. As they embraced, the eight-pointed golden
starburst in the center of her forehead sparked,
illuminating them both. As she held him tight, she
knew this was where she was meant to be, that it
They heard the call of the hunt before they saw the
riders, the baying of hounds and the pounding hoofs
of horses with their mounted riders. In terror, both
maiden and unicorn looked to the approaching riders
before turning to flee. The hunters reached her first,
and she did not feel the blow that turned her pure
white dress to bright red. Falling to the ground, she
turned her head to see the hunters encircle her unicorn.
Her soul screamed out its pain as her voice could not.
A single stroke of a blade was all it took to remove the
delicate alihorn, bringing the unicorn to his knees.
Before death called her, she saw the body of the
unicorn turn to ash as the light that was his soul burst
forth and shot into the sky like a star.
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