To Brand a King
12th February, Story #43/366
He struggled in the crush, powerful muscles twitching under silken skin, coat darkened with sweat. The iron descended, and he knew. His eyes rolled. Head jerked up, teeth bared, foam flying.
The girl turned away and squeezed her eyes shut, but she couldn't stop her ears.
The iron scorched his magnificent hide. While he was reeling from the agony and insult, the huge cutter came down on his head and sliced at his pride and his power. He screamed in pain and fury.
Da was proud of this herd, and pleased with this specimen: a freshly caught stallion to bring vigour to his stock.
I've got to do something.
When everyone had gone and the moon was high, she crept out of bed and down to his stable. Dragged back the iron bolts, heaved the door wide.
Inside, he drooped from his eyelids to his knees and all the way to his tail. The fire had gone out of him, and no wonder. Iron rings singed his hair and skin at intervals along his halter. The stump on his forehead looked frankly ridiculous.
Oh! What have they done to you?
She swapped the halter for a normal one and led him out of the box.
Now what?
If she turned him loose here, like as not he'd be found here at sun-up. Da would cover him in iron again and tan her hide.
The mounting block seemed to wink at her.
I can't! It would be almost as terrible an insult as the Cutting.
Some insane impulse urged her.
His head lifted and his pace strengthened once they were out on the lane. When they reached the open fields he could canter. He balked at the outer boundary fence, and she knew that too must be studded with iron.
Please, you've got to!
They tried again, gathering speed. She plastered herself to him limpet-like, holding on for dear life, hands knotted in his glorious mane.
For a moment that stretched out forever, they flew.
The unicorn galloped away, leaving her motionless and pale, breath shallow and legs crooked.
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Word count (excluding note): 366
Submitted on 12th February at 11:22
*Quick Author's Note*
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The story behind the story: There's been a lot of unicorn stories floating about, thanks to Dana C and JBaz. It doesn't fit their prompt, because it's too short and there's no rainbows.
My story every day project: I'm writing a story every day this year. This one makes a 43 day streak. You can find all of them in my Index post. It's also pinned to the top of my profile.
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Comments (16)
Beautiful work L.C. your writing is so amazing, how you bring your characters to life and so believable. I really am enjoying reading what I have read so far on your story a day adventure. I must admit I am way behind. But I am enjoying what I have read. Excellent work!
This works just fine.you really brought this to life by giving such emotion to both characters. I like that you added the iron, the unicorns Krytptonite
Awww, so happy the unicorn is free! Let's assume he farted rainbows while fleeing just to fit the prompt! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Oh my goodness! I love this. The ending surprise gave me goosebumps!💜
Oh wow, the descriptions are so vivid I could feel the unicorn's and the girl's pain. The tension build-up was masterful.
Your stories never dissapoint! This was a good read!
maiming a unicorn-a gross act on a pure creature
To brand, dehorn & iron a unicorn may be even worse than killing one, for it adds a further measure of hubris to the cruelty already there.
The horse's emotions come through so clearly in this! It seems again that no good deed goes unpunished, sadly. But this was truly engrossing!
This was so engrossing. The twist was excellent. You feel the horses emotions and the tension builds beautifully . Well done. Also You were an exceptional writer before starting this daily practice, and you keep stepping it up. It's really inspiring.
Gratitude it over-rated.
an excellent story! the pain and humiliation were visceral. i cheered for the unicorn's freedom :)
Ooh, what a great twist. Nicely done!
This story is so damn good, I felt the horses pain and humiliation! I also genuinely fear the long-term consequence for the girl’s legs. Beautifully done, LC!
I could feel tension of the little girl trying to set the horse free. Beautiful story. 
Yay! He got free! Where to next...who knows. This is a great lil story, LC! Loved the descriptive language throughout and really felt for the poor thing too.