Unicorn Lost

Presents

I	n the ogre's castle Oliver's henchmen, as directed, escorted the lady-rabbit in charge of the orb out of the court room.

As she left, she was puzzled as to why the ogre dismissed her so soon rather than allowing her to do her part in reconnecting the orb to the gem. With the connection broken she wouldn't know Stan's location or his status. Thinking to herself, "Someone must have that bracelet; and even so, if Oliver allowed me the time, I would be able to monitor the dragon's status." The rabbit overheard a ferret informing Oliver that the other unicorn and her friends were on their way. She made a bold move and turned to the ferret henchmen, "Please excuse me."

As the dinner cart was pulled before of the ogre, the rabbit ran in front of the ogre, "Sire, you hired me to take charge of the orb. I can reconnect it to the gem, but it will take time."

Annoyed that she had the audacity to interrupt his dinner as it was being served, "Fine," he yelled. "But do so quietly."

Quickly the lady-rabbit established a connection as she worked her magic she concealed her progress. Swirls of blue and white light emanated from the orb, but to an untrained eye it was nothing but a meaningless pattern. She saw the other unicorn, the ferret queen, the dragon, the lady-chipmunk with the control bracelet and the rest of the party approaching the old service gate leading to the kitchen. The rabbit stood there for a moment with a thoughtful look on her face as the orb continued its pattern of blue and white light. She quietly bowed out as if to retrieve something for her task, but the ogre paid her no heed.

The lady-rabbit returned to her windowless chamber--nothing fancy by any stretch of the imagination. One may even describe her quarters as depressing. A bed up against the wall, a night stand next to it; a dresser and a ratted out rug on the wooden floor. That was it, no cheerfulness at all. The rabbit closed the door behind her, got down on her knees and pushed the rug aside. Removing a couple of the floor boards, she pulled out from its hiding place, a walking stick identical to the one K used and placed it on the bed. She returned the floor boards and the rug to their original locations and got back up to retrieve the walking stick from her bed. Placing a large ear to the door she listened for any sound of movement. She opened the door to be sure, but no one was coming. Clinching the walking stick, like a closed umbrella, the rabbit headed in the direction of the kitchen.

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written by Jeanette

Copyright and Credit:
  · Florence from "Freefall" © Mark Stanley.
  · Magic Gardener © Hortmage.
  · Jeanette © Jeanette Isabelle.
  · Kathy from "Carry On" © Kathy Garrison.
  · Kamida © Guest #1.
  · ToraKiyoshi - Writer.
  · Tiger_T. - Writer.
  · White Pony from "Cross Time Cafe" © S.Kidwell.
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