ages ago, when the world was young, magic was everywhere.
It could be seen sparking in the morning dew, tasted in the clear
sweet waters of rivers and streams, and smelled in the evening air.
The magic of Life permeated all of existence, creating a time of
bounty and joy.
multitude of wondrous beasts and creatures shared the world.
There were Dragons, Gryphons, Centaurs, Pegasi and many more…
including the Children of Man. Yet
none were more beautiful or more loved than the graceful Unicorn.
In every forest of the world the Unicorns could be found.
With their mystical, spiral horns they tapped the magic of Life,
keeping it pure and free flowing.
first, the Children of Man lived peacefully with the other creatures of
the world. They shared in
the bounty of the Earth, taking only what was needed and freely given.
As the years passed, however, a strange sickness began to spread
through the Children of Man. It
brought with it hatred, greed, and a lust for power and control over the
world around them. This
sickness eroded the bonds connecting the Children of Man to the rest of
the Unicorns learned what was happening, they left their forest homes
and journeyed to where the Children of Man had gathered. They had hopes
of curing this sickness and returning the Children of Man back to lives
of harmony and balance. When
the Unicorns arrived in the lands held by the Children of Man, to their
dismay they saw they were too late.
The sickness had spread as quickly as a grass fire and nearly all
had been affected to some degree.
great wall surrounded the homes of the Children of Man. The people who
could be seen working the fields glared at one another in fear and
suspicion. If one passed
too close to where another was working, he was snarled at, as a dog
snarls to protect a bone. Some
were under fed while others had grown fat from eating more than they
Unicorns approached the walls, they stopped and stared in horror.
Adorning the gates of the city in gross decoration were the heads
and skins of many, many creatures, including the head and magnificent
spiraled horn of one of their own.
The Children of Man had learned to kill for the sake of killing
alone. With tears of shame
and grief streaming from their eyes, the Unicorns turned and fled back
to their forested homes.
creatures that were able chose to flee this world and the sickness
carried by the Children of Man before it could spread to their own kind.
Those who could not flee were either enslaved or were driven into
hiding. Some were hunted
into extinction. As the
years passed, the numbers of the Children of Man grew and they soon
covered much of the world. Creatures
such as Dragons, Gryphons and Unicorns became legend, then myth, and
then fairy tales to be out grown with other childish things.
there still remain a few Children of Man who hear the tales and believe.
They hear the roar of Dragons in the thunder of a summer storm.
They see in sun-dappled waters the flash of nymphs and sprites at
play and hear tinkling sliver bells of laughter.
It is these Children of Man who work as best they may to undo the
damage done by the sickness. They
work to restore the connections between themselves and the rest of
creation, then to help other to reconnect.
They dream of time long, long ago when the world was young and
all lived in harmony. They
hope that time may come again and that the world will be reborn.
And it is for this dream of a world reborn, if one is careful and
searches the ancient forests of the world, one may find that there are
still Unicorns among us.
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