((Christina and the Sricalian Forest were invented by me, all Hp characters and places are copyrighted by J.K. Rowlings.))
Prologue
Christina shivered as she looked at the bright splotch of silver that covered the side of the great oak. Unicorn blood was a rare sight in the forest and she looked cautiously around her before following the trial of blood deeper.
She tread softly over the leaves in her bare feet avoiding anything that would make noise and alert the "thing" to her presence. She didn't exactly know what the "thing" was but she had seen it twice before and knew it was responsible for the death of three unicorns in the Sricalian forest in the last week.
She came upon a clearing and saw what she had been dreading. The magnificent stallion lay on its side in a pool of silver blood. She walked over to it and knelt by its side. Tears of sorrow welled in her eyes as she looked down on the miracle before her. Hoping beyond hope it wasn't to late she laid one hand on the deep gash in the creature's side and touched the other lightly to the tip of the clear crystal horn.
She slowed her breathing and concentrated on directing her healing powers into the horn and used it to heal the wound and stop the flow of blood. What felt like hours later she raised her head and tried to focus. She waited...waited...waited, willing the creature to live.
Finally the unicorn opened its eyes and looked deeply into hers, and she nearly wept with relief. As they gazed into each others souls Christina realized that this beautiful, innocent being was thanking her and telling her that everything would be all right. Exhaustion overcame her and she slide sideways onto the forest floor into the black.