Prologue
The distant creature lifted its head. Its legs were folded beneath it, on a patch of fresh, green grass, in a beautiful meadow; flowers of yellow, purple, blue, pink, orange, red and even green and white dotted the grassy fields as far as the eye could see; numerous crickets chirped, butterflies in the distant swooped and fluttered in groups of five or six, coming closer; But twilight lit the green meadow, and dark was falling.
The unicorn could not be safe.
Trees – oaks, maples and even pines – rimmed the edges of the meadow, and their leaves swished in a breeze. A breeze … that carried a strange smell, that the unicorn could not identify. It also carried a deathly coldness, too dangerous to bear.
The unicorn lifted its horned head a second time, and decided to get up. The meadow was becoming quiet.
On shaky legs, the creature got to its hooves and searched frantically for a place …
A place to hide. A place to be safe. Most importantly, a place where the Beast would not find it. But the Beast would surely find it. The silver blood pouring from its hind leg would surely give it away ...