Unicorn and the Village

With-in the brightness of her horn lay the power to lay mankind to waste or rise them from the depths of despair.

She chooses death.

With hooves made of silver and a mane of gold she runs as fast as she can to the village that lay at the base of the mountain. For too long they hunted her kind, killing for little more then the rainbow-colored ivory protruding from their heads.

All night she trudges through the snows, damp from the exertion, her coat gleaming under the full moon. Her mind conjures all the things she will do to avenge her kin. Pierce them, stomp upon their flesh until bones crunch and the cold white beneath her hooves turns red.

As dawns glow crests the mountain, it's golden rays climb over the sheet of frozen cliffs, lighting up the tiny village below. Pausing, she watches as the town wakes. The children, giddy with excitement begin to play in the fresh fallen snow, rolling frozen balls and placing them on top of one another, they look like chubby humans. Their joy and laughter fill the morning air.

Gazing down on these helpless insignificant creatures, her heart softens. Thoughts of peace and forgiveness enter her mind. Could she explain to them the pain they were causing, would they understand? Perhaps things between their kind can be different, maybe there is a chance they can live in harmony.

They only need to talk, to have an honest conversation, misunderstandings may be forgotten in time, it may be possible to live together in peace.

Can this really work?

With graceful steps she approaches, sure and steady so as not to cause fear. Her head held high, the morning breeze tosses her mane, framing her majestic head.

From a distance she watches as people freeze in place as they see her approach. A tension blows upon the crisp air.

She knows she must speak first before they act in fear. Clearing her throat, to call out, a ray of light blinds her, while a whiff of smoke rising from the chimneys tickles her throat and nose. Before she can react a violent sneeze erupts from way down deep, its sound reverberates across the open field and echoes amongst the magnificent mountains. While ribbons of rainbow rays shoot from her horn, burning into the snow capped peeks.

It began with a low rumble, which grew into a roar. In moments, an avalanche of snow cascades down. Cloudless thunder cracks the morning peace and in seconds the village is buried beneath the flowing blizzard.

Standing in shock by the sudden event, she shrugs her mighty shoulders and thinks, that works too.

Below is the inspiration that drove us to write these tales, a simple comment on Dana's page: After reading two sad stories written by Dana. (P.S. It appears Heather is somehow involved in this as well).

JBaz (to Dana)

Ok, your next story has to be rainbows and unicorns. My fragile mind is now distressed. Awesome work, you got my blood pumping

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Dana Crandell

Dana Crandell (Author)

LOL I think you're right, I need to write something fluffy. Unicorns burning in the infrared band of a rainbow, coming right up! (I have no idea where my mind is these days, but I think it's Heather's fault.)

JBaz

Why am I suddenly interested in unicorns frying in the rays of a rainbow....Hmm I think you are on to something.

If you feel inspired to create a Unicorn & rainbow story between 600-650 words (For min. Word count) please join in.

This is not a challenge it is just for fun and not to be taken serious.

Only criteria is the subject line must be: Because Dana and JBaz made me do it.