Teaser

It really isn't funny how ya get this frikkn brilliant idea, then you're passing thru the library and read

your frikkn brilliant idea in a book some ELSE is now making millions on. The Last frikkn Unicorn

belongs to that dude who wrote it first. thanks a lot...


A sharp jab in her side tosses her eyes open lazily. The female glares over at her mate.

He is looking in another direction, though. She rolls her sunblinded eyes, then closes them to

find her dreams once again. Another sharp poke from the male snaps the female back to

consiousness. She bites his wing in irritation. He glares at her from the corner of his red eyes,

then points ahead of them with his leathery wing tipped with a single claw. Among the vegetation growing down to the sky, there is a shockingly

white creature pacing slowly across the slight clearing.The Femalebatsquints and attempts to focus her

smarting day light vision. It's just a mare. A lovely snow white mare, but a stupid horse just the same. The female groans inwardly. He woke her up because he was checking out another species! Her eyes drift lazily closed: then snap right back awake once more. Hold on a moment! Mares do NOT have

cloven hoofs! The female twists her furry body so she's looking at the mare right side up, instead of

upside down. Her footing on the branch above her slackens momentarily while she steadies her

shifting weight. The sky is above and the grass grows upwards once more. The male leans in

very close to her head and whispers, barley audibly,

"It's Her..."

A tell-tale trait blazes rodlike from her forehead, parting delicate hairs and crowning all her glory, the

mare's true nature is revealed. The female bat nearly drops from her precarious perch under the tree

branch. She gasps, flapping her deamonic wings to stay up against the bark.

The unicorn's head jerks upright in their direction. The horn pinpoints their location as pure, blue

eyes catch the evesdropper's in a knowing glance. Both bats freeze. It feels as though she isreading their souls in a

single look. The two creatures tremble in the morning sunlight.Filled with terror, and guilt; they know they are unclean. Unworthy to

dwell in her presence...let alone sleep in her trees and eat of her goods...In shame, the pair take

to flight. Altitude carries them up and out of the Unicorn's sight, but the memory of their

encounter with Amalthia will not be forgotten in this life...as it is not yet over.