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"What--what happened?" she exclaims, her voice now as melodic as a babbling brook rushing over polished gemstones. "What have you done to me?" "Nothing," the majestic being assures her, "that you did not fervently wish for yourself. How did you think unicorns come into the world? They are not born in the usual way--they are creatures summoned by our thoughts and dreams. Go, now...you must learn how to use your new gift, lest you bring yourself to harm. For remember...not everyone you meet will see you for what you are. There are those who will seek to harm you." The newborn unicorn blinks. "Harm me? Who? Why?" But the voice has fallen silent. The air is filled only with the soft clattering sounds of the jewel butterflies' wings. Blinking back tears, the unicorn raises her head--carefully, still very self-conscious of her horn--and spots what appears to be rooftops over a distant rise in the misty ground. It seems to be a castle straight out of the famous Tres Riches Heures that she had admired when she had been mortal. Placing one hoof, then another, very carefully on the clouds, the unicorn begins her first journey into a strange, new world. |
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