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Unicorn Short Stories

The Magic of the Unicorns
By Christi Wood
Once upon a time, there was a golden horned unicorn. This unicorn lived in the land of Beauty and Magic where it never gets dark and gloomy. This unicorn was special because he had the power to make anything and everyone happy. One day, a little girl came to the land. Her name was Maria. Maria was a beautiful girl with long black hair of ringlets down her back. Maria was walking along a path when she came upon the unicorn. His beauty and charm amazed her. She was also amazed when she heard it talk. "Who are you?" he asked as Maria came closer. "My name is Maria. I came here to get away from my evil uncle. He is a wizard and he made my land dark and stormy." While Maria was telling her story, the evil wizard was coming up with a plan to destroy all the unicorns in the world. The wizard was a cold-hearted man who thought only for himself. "I'm the only living creature who can do magic and get away with it. Whose unicorns are going to pay." Back in the land of Beauty and Magic, the unicorn was passing along the news that Maria had explained to him. While she rode on his back, he told her his story. "My name is Justice. I'm the most magical unicorn in the land. The other unicorns follow me as there king and I protect this land." "My father was the king of my land until my uncle took over," Maria said with a tear in her eye. "You're the princess of this land then?" "Yes," said Maria. "My palace is just over the hill. My uncle locked my father in the dungeon." "Don't worry, Maria," Justice said. "I'll help you rescue your father and his kingdom." Back in the palace, the wizard was planning his attack with his servants and knights. "We'll go over the hillside and attack with all of our force. If they are waiting for us, good. If not, we'll wait all day if we have to." "What if they never come?" one servant asked. "Well, then we'll go look for them. I'm not planing this attack for it to backfire." When Justice and Maria got to the meadow, they found Justice's wife, Majesty. "That is terrible," she said after Justice told her everything that happened. "Don't worry, Maria. We'll do everything we can to help." "I didn't know what else to do but come to you for help by running away," Maria said. "If my uncle catches us, he'll turn us into his slaves and we'll have to live with that burden until eternity. If we don't obey him, he'll turn me into a dragon and take all the color in the land away and lock it in his crystal ball." Within an hour the unicorns of the land of Beauty and Magic came together for a counsel. Maria stood in the middle of the field and told everyone what was going to happen. "Unicorns, we must belive in ourselves," Justice said. "We must fight the wizard and protect our horns. If we lose them we lose our power of magic." Maria looked around at the unicorns and said, "It is going to be a hard fight. My uncle is very powerful and he has a very strong army. I will help you the best I can, but I will be in hiding most of the time." "The lady unicorns and I will be protecting Maria with our powers while she is in hiding," Majesty said proudly. "Get plenty of sleep," Justice said. "We have a long day ahead." The next day all of the unicorns woke and prepared for battle. Maria hid herself in a cave of brush and rock. Inside the cave, waiting for Maria, was a baby unicorn. "Whose baby is this?" "He belongs to me," Majesty said. "He is the prince of the unicorns. He must be protected because he has no magic quite yet and he is too small to fight." On top of the hill, Maria's uncle awaited, with his long staff until his army arrived. He lifted the staff into the air and slammed it down onto the ground. The sky grew dark, and lightning clapped all around. The unicorns were not afraid. The wizard's magic was weaker than theirs was. They didn't need a special staff to make the magic either. They have magical horns that are with them forever. They gathered at the bottom of the hill and waited for their cue to attack. A lighting bolt crashed to the ground and the unicorns charged up the hill at full force. Suddenly they stopped and a big bright light came from out of the sky. "Who is doing that?" the wizard asked as he dropped his staff. "It's too bright, I can't see a thing." "We can't see anything either," one of his troops said. "Retreat," the wizard shouted. "Go back to the castle." As they were running back they were engulfed in a huge burst of rain, and the unicorns continued to charge at them. They reached the castle with the unicorns hot on their heels. "Quick! Close the door," one solder said. The wizard's army got the door closed, but it burst in on itself and the unicorns charged through the gate. The wizard cowered in the corner. His plan had backfired. "What do you want from me?" "I want you to leave this land," Justice said. "Or I will have to force you to leave. Hand this palace back over to Maria and her father before I turn you into a wart hog." The wizard handed the key, to the dungeon, to one of his solders. "Go get the king and bring him here." "You are nothing but a coward," Justice said. "I now banish you from this land. You have one hour to get out." Within minutes Maria and her father were reunited and the unicorns celebrated by going to the mountain tops and leaving out a huge shout. The wizard never bothered anyone again and he was never seen again. Everyone lived happily ever after.
Unicorn
(taken from the author's page Strange Tales of Fostertown Road)
By Kandice Kathleen Zimbleman
There was also a unicorn sighted on Fostertown Road. 1 morning, a young girl about about 6-8 years old was sitting on her front porch eating a chocolate Easter egg. The lilacs were in bloom and many of the flowers lets out their wonderful spring perfume. The willow trees were green and billowing with fresh leaves. The grass was a young green color and covered with dew. And, the sun gave off it's golden Eaquinox spring light shining on everything. Life and positive energy was budding and bursting pleasently out of everything everywhere. You could feel it in the air. It penitrated everything like Chi. It was indeed, a perfect morning. But, not nearly as perfect and exciting as it was about to be. Along the road a sound was being made by something traveling closer. ......thumping.... No! -running! No! -Gallopping!!!! Yet ever so lightly and swift. Gracefully..... As it neared, the girl looked up and lost her breath because the sight of it was to behold something of pure perfection. It was more beautiful than anything! It was pure white and the morning light reflected off of it giving it a radiant glow. Along it's rump were small dapples, little spots of creem color. It's mane trailing behind its head and flowing. It's hornd was the purest of white. The unicorn gallopped past the girl's yard, swiftly. It was only a moment, but it some how stopped everything, and it all just stood still. She watched... And, then in an instant it passed right on by. It took her breath away. Then, suddenly like a reflex, everything spang into action. She got up so fast, without ever even thinking and went to the edge of the road and hurridly walked along the road to get afew more glipmses of it as it gallopped away. She was in total "aw" of what she had just seen. And, she was overcome with joy! It was only a small glimps of it and only a small moment; a fragment of time. Just then, A friend of the family drove up into the driveway and rooled down the window. Inside were her 2 boys. "I just saw the most beautiful thing. I can't believe it! I saw a unicorn!" Her eyes bugged out. "I saw it too! It ran right past me! -and it went down the road! Wow! It was so amazing!"
Useless
By Holly
Ah, so someone has found me at last. I know I must look incredibly odd to you. Yes, yes; I truly am a unicorn, despite my appearance, my friend. What's that you say? How did this ghastly event happen? Well, well...sit down my friend. Do not worry about asking me for the details; I am perfectly fine telling my story. It has been so long that I have almost forgotten the smell of the fresh air of the meadows. I can remember bits and pieces of memories that have long passed me by. Still, the memories are fading, overshadowed by one fateful day... I was grazing in a sun lit meadow one late spring afternoon, far away from any of the nearby human habitats. I lazily lolled around, taking my time in my afternoon snack. It was a glorious day. The sky shone bright blue, the sun was high in the sky; the weather was pleasant, and all of the creatures were happily twittering and chirping in their own harmonic languages. The day gave you a revitalizing sense of spirituality, a feeling that makes one feel overjoyed and lucky to be alive. Slowly, in a relaxed manner, my goat-like legs carried my pure-white body to the small stream lying in the middle of the meadow. After a refreshing drink of the cool, spring water, I let out a content sigh, rolled over on to my side, and slept... I suppose it was the song that woke me. It's been so long; I seem to forget the minor details. Anyway, I awoke to a most beautiful noise. It was graceful and harmonious. Indeed, it seemed to be in tune with the very essence of the spring day. I rose, shaking so as to remove at least some of the unnecessary dirt from my body, and took a glance around. It was at this moment that I noticed the stillness of the meadow. All of the animals had stopped their chattering and hustling about to listen to the gorgeous melody. I glanced around, searching intently for the source of the peaceful tune. Finally, a glimpse of dark hair and a long blue gown caught the corner of my eye. A young human girl sat under a willow tree at the edge of the meadow. Continuing her soft song, she lifted one hand and beckoned to me. The maiden appeared innocent and pure. To me, she also seemed lonely. I vaguely wondered what she was doing here so far away from any signs of human civilization. Her song was so relaxing. I picked up my cloven hooves and trotted toward her eagerly, my horn sparkling in the sun's golden rays. The shady outskirts of the meadow were inviting, for the day was getting warmer as it wore on. The maiden gazed up at me with large, deep brown eyes. "Hello, unicorn colt," she spoke gently, breaking her tranquil song. She reached out to stroke my muzzle, so I leaned down toward her, careful not to let my horn get in the way. She resumed her singing, stroking my neck and muzzle. I grew drowsy, so with a contented huff of breath, I lay down with my head on her lap, while she continued petting and singing. It seemed I lay there like that for hours. I was in that stage between falling asleep and staying awake where you feel as if you are dreaming but you still consciously know what is happening around you. The woods behind her began to rustle, yet the girl continued her sweet song. Just a short moment later, she stopped singing, and all of a sudden a golden net was cast around my head. In shock, I threw my head up, looking around. The girl had risen and walked several paces away. Human men were all around me, holding the net and fastening it around my body. I tried to kick out, but my legs were already bound tightly together. It was too late. I saw a man come forward with a long blade of glinting silver metal. It flashed evilly in my eyes. I knew what he wanted. My life meant nothing to him; no, I would live, but I knew I would not be the same. Paralyzed, half with fear and half with the enchantment of the golden net and the "innocent" maiden, all I could do was stare in horror as the knight came forth and began sawing away at my horn. I believe I cried, although unicorn tears are different from humans and therefore unrecognizable to the barbarians. As soon as the deed was done, the knight cried, "Release him!" The net was quickly removed, and I, hornless, gazed at my captors with accusatory eyes. The girl would not look me in the face. The party scurried off into the woods, where their horses waited for them, no doubt. I believe they thought I would attack them in rage, but as I told myself helplessly at the time, what good would that have done? I would still be without my horn, the pride of all unicorns. And so, ever since, I have lain by this stream in this meadow, wasting away, while I gaze at my deformed reflection. Occasionally I tell my tale of woe to travelers such as yourself. My honor and majesty is gone, for what good is a unicorn without its horn?
Takon Lake in Danger
By Danielle Higgins
In a time before humans, even before dinosaurs, there were dragons and unicorns. These often-told of creatures roamed the earth freely, with no humans to fear. Dragons feared nothing. Unicorns feared, namely, dragons. It was this eternal battle between dragons and unicorns that brought on the terrifying day in a unicorn mare’s life; a unicorn mare known as Calora, Guardian of Takon Lake. Calora was a beautiful, snow-white unicorn, with a coat as soft as that of a rabbit’s fur. Her spiraling, glistening, deadly horn was the color of gold, as was her flowing, long mane and silken, cascading tail. Even her sharp, deerlike hooves were shiny gold in appearance. She was the Guardian of the sparkling, crystal clear Takon Lake, which would be dark and murky with dragon evil if not for its Guardian. Takon Lake was nestled in the Alupi Forest, a dense, lush, thickly inhabited wood, populated by all manner of creatures. It was on one fine, sunny day that Calora was standing on her favorite spot, a high, granite boulder that looked out over her Lake. All was well. Cheerful and content, birds trilled their merry songs. To catch a bug on the water’s surface, a large fish leapt out of the lake with a splash, disturbing the glassy surface with large ripples. Satisfied that the lake was safe, Calora started down the boulder. She was about halfway down when a dark shadow, long and gigatic, passed overhead. Instinctively, the unicorn dodged under a rocky overhang. She glanced outside at the sound of a howl of rage- the angered call of a dragon. Calora shivered with a sudden chill. There was only one dragon in the whole of Aresa- Koratae. Calora was filled with fear at the mere thought of the menace. Koratae! He was a huge, black dragon, hideously evil, but not physically ugly. He moved with a serpentine grace, and had a particular taste for unicorns. The Guardian of Takon Lake looked at her lake. Already it was darker than before, tainted with the evil of the dragon who had passed over it. Cautiously, Calora stepped beyond the shelter of the lake and dipped her golden horn into the water. A clear, golden light spread outward from her horn, searching in every shadow, driving away the darkness and cleansing the lake. Calora lifted her elegant head and scanned the blue skies. There was no sign of Koratae, but she could see his cave clearly- a dark, ominous, gaping mouth, cut into the mountainside by centuries of wind and storm. Calora watched the cave nervously, but the squawking of a nearby bird caught her attention, and she turned. A young peregrine falcon hopped from claw to claw, not staying still for a second on a stump. “Ahem…” he began, clearing his throat once he saw he had the unicorn’s attention. “M’lady, there was a unicorn stallion, white like y’self but red where you’re gold. His name’s Talion. Th’ big black flyin’ worm carried th’ unicorn off to ‘is cave. Talion’s not been eaten, though, jest roughed up a tad.” Calora was stricken. Talion! Just a scant week ago she had met the handsome stallion. He was quiet, but friendly, and the two unicorns were soon good friends. Calora knew that it was only a short time before Koratae needed to have his next meal. She would have to kill the dragon, somehow. The unicorn turned to the messenger. “Thank you,” she said. “Could you please run… er, fly, and gather as many of the woodlanders as you can? Tell them to go to the Pine Thicket. Tell them, also, that they must only come if they are not parents nor young ones, for they will be fighting Koratae.” The falcon nodded and flew off. Once the peregrine had informed Calora that the woodlanders were in place, the unicorn sent him off and walked into the open. It was only a matter of time before Koratae’s shadow fell over the mare. Calora bolted away, into the forest. With a shriek of anger, Koratae followed. Dodging and ducking Koratae’s dives, Calora galloped deeper into the forest. Soon the big dragon was forced to half-run, half-fly through the woods. Calora’s breath grew ragged in her thrat, but she kept on running. Finally, she burst through the thicket, where the other creatures were gathered, and gasped, “He’s right… behind me!” Koratae ran into the thicket and struck at Calora with his fearsome teeth, his eyes glowing an angry red. The unicorn doged and reared, striking his scales with a sharp hoof. Then the woodlanders attacked. Koratae roared, then retaliated. Swiftly, he snapped a stag’s neck, then raked a wolf’s throat open. “Calora, unicorn scum and coward!” the dragon growled, eyes blazing furiously. “Are you so puny that you must have an army of woodlanders to battle me? I thought unicorns were honorable!” Calora’s golden eyes flashed, and she tossed her head angrily. The woodland creatures backed away and ringed the two combatants. “No creature calls me a coward, Koratae, and you are less honorable than I! Let us fight!” the unicorn retorted, pawing her sharp hoof on the forest floor. Koratae smiled slightly, then struck. His teeth bit down on air, however, for Calora had dodged his attack. The unicorn dashed in and gashed the dragon’s ribs with her horn, but Koratae’s claws found their mark on her back. Gritting her teeth against the pain, Calora dodged when the dragon lashed at her with his tail. She sliced just above his claw with her hoof in return. The fight was long, and strangely silent. The woodlanders did not cheer, for fear of distracting their champion. Finally, when watching her opponent’s slashing claws, Calora missed seeing his tail until too late. She was knocked off her feet, and Koratae pounced, raking her with his claws while she struggled to get up. If the dragon had not wanted her to suffer, and instead gone straight for the kill, he would have won. As it was, Calora managed to pull herself up, steeling herself against the agonizing pain of the reptile’s calws. He had left his throat bare in trying to claw her to pieces. Calora noticed the opening and, despite her injuries, struck with teeth and hoof. With a bubbling roar, and blood spewing from his throat, Koratae died. Calora sank to her knees in exhaustion, badly wounded and weak. However, there was one thing she had yet to do. The unicorn, her once- white coat stained with dark red blood, dragged herself up the dragon’s mountain to Koratae’s cave. She called Talion’s name, and stumbled into the cavern. Talion was in as poor of shape as Calora. His coat was as red as his mane and tail from the fight he had put up, and he was gaunt from starvation. The red and white unicorn looked up weakly and said a single word. “Calora.” “Koratae’s dead,” Calora told him. The unicorn stallion smiled. “That’s good,” he said, then struggled to stand. “I’ve got to get out. There’s no food, nor water, and the smell of dragon is everywhere.” Calora followed him as he walked down the mountainside. They both drank their fill from the refreshing waters of Takon Lake, their strength returning with every sip. A year later, there were two unicorns on the high boulder that looked out over Takon Lake. One was a white mare with golden mane, tail, horn, and hooves. The other, a stallion, had the same coat coloring, but was red where the mare was gold. They stood guard over the lake, making sure all was well. As the sun sank below the horizon, a young unicorn colt, white with blue mane, tail, horn, and hooves, trotted up and stood between his parents. They watched the sunset together, long ago, in a time before dinosaurs or humans, when unicorns and dragons freely roamed the earth. <!--EndFreetext--> <p> </body> </html>