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.
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 Li
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.
