I don't own the characters, and this is more based on the book then the movie, because it's been awhile since I've seen the movie, and I just got done reading the book. It's short and pointless! But then again! Why do we write fanfics?! I don't know whose point of view this would be from, but I was thinking Haggard.

The Lady By: Banance

May, 2001

Her body obeyed her every command, even if she didn't realize it.

She did before. She realized her every step, her every turn of the neck, each movement of the throat and chest as she breathed in our polluted air for her first time. She was like that.

Even with her new body, in the beginning she had been aware. Even through the new feeling.

It's slipping away now.

She stands at my window looking perfectly still, not even the normal nervous shake of a human being disrupts her stance.

Her chest rises and falls as her pale eyes stare out at my sea.

Her eyes are like nothing I ever hoped to see. They are liquid violet, lined with a thick black edge. They don't reflect me, only the animals. The god-forsaken animals.

Her eyes seem sad as she watches the waves gently lap at the sand; watching the white unicorns inch closer the shore, but knowingly go back with the tide.

I love to watch them.

What strange and beautiful creatures they are.

They could have their freedom, but their hooves do not touch the land, because they know the Red Bull is there, waiting for them. He will drive them back, and they will not try to fight him.

If they can be won so easily, then maybe they deserve to be caught. Maybe I'm doing the world a favor.

Ah, but here stands the disobedient one.

She stays in my very own fortress. She's still one of them. That human disguise can't fool me. I would know her any day, be I blind, or granted with prefect sight. I would know her to be a unicorn.

I smirk a little, slightly amused with her, but it pasts quickly.

Perhaps that old man was right, but here I've waited for that witch's curse to come true, maybe she brings the luck it needs.

"M' lady." I nod in her direction.

She still stares at the sea, not even acknowledging me.

She sees them. I know she does. They are trapped like her, only she is within that mortal body, waiting for death to draw nearer everyday.

It seems so ironic that the last unicorn in the world is slowing dying in the body, while the people she has never know, and has come to save are within the sea, their deaths still as close as the day they were born.

I study her features. Her perfectly wide, soft eyes, her rounded nose, not to big or to small for her face, her skin unnaturally white, but still beautiful. It's no wonder Prince Liยขr has taken a liking to her. She still has that strange mark on her forehead. Yes, I'm sure.

She is a unicorn. I have known since I seen her on her way up the road with that fool magician, and that woman. She is the last.

~End~