Enchantra didn't take her defeat too well. She returned to Midnight Castle and sat down on her throne, right by her crystal ball. She ran her hands through her long black hair, sat down, and gazed into the ball.

"I'll get you one day, Nelson," she said. "You always have to spoil my fun. That Dream Valley of yours will be dark, dank, and dreary once again. Once I plunge the world into eternal darkness, they'll be no stopping me!"

Enchantra laughed. She continued watching Claudius and the Moochick walk around through her crystal. She stood up, and decided to send the Strattadons out for another attack. She wasn't going to go with them this time. She knew Claudius would probably send a bright light in her face, and she hated the light.

Claudius and the Moochick were sitting by a stream. The Moochick was skipping stones across it, and Claudius was drawing the stream and the area around it on the map in his book. He wrote something about it as well on another page, when he stopped suddenly. He looked up, and closed his book.

"Somethin's wrong," he said. "I can feel it."

"How can you tell?" the Moochick asked.

"I have this danger sensor in my right temple," Claudius said. "It begins to act up when trouble's afoot. Come on!"

Claudius started to run off. The Moochick followed. They heard a loud whinny of a horse, and a screech of a Strattadon in the distance. The two wizards crawled through the bushes and came across a Strattadon chasing a blue unicorn with white hair, and a blue streak in her hair. She had a gold fleur-di-lis on her hips. Claudius stood there, a little shocked.

"A unicorn," he said. "A real honest to goodness unicorn."

"What's wrong?" the Moochick asked. "Haven't you ever seen a unicorn before?"

"Only heard about 'em," Claudius said. "Never seen one in my life. Come on. We've got to help her!"

Claudius held up his magic wand and gave the Strattadon a blast in the face. The Strattadon screeched and retreated back to Midnight Castle.

"Get outta here, you overgrown hand bag!" Claudius yelled. "One thing I have to give Enchantra credit for. She don't give up easily."

"Doesn't," the unicorn corrected.

"What can I say?" Claudius said with a shrug. "I'm from the south. A lot of times, southerners are prone to be grammatically challenged."

"Are you all right?" the Moochick asked. "Why was that beast chasing you?"

"Because he's bigger than me," the unicorn said. "And I think he wanted my magic. Unicorns have magic in their horns, don't you know. Watch this! I wish, I wish, I wish!"

Suddenly, the unicorn disappeared, and then reappeared an instant later right behind the Moochick.

"How did you do that?" the Moochick asked.

"It's called winking," the unicorn said. "All unicorns can wink in and out. All unicorns can do something else with their horns, too. But I don't know what it is I can do. Other than wink."

"Are there more like you?" Claudius asked.

"Oh sure! Hundreds of little ponies like me! Earthlings, Pegasi, unicorns, all kinds! But . . . . well . . . . ."

"Well what?"

"They've all disappeared. I don't know what happened to them all. I miss all my unicorn friends. I don't know where they could have gone."

The unicorn heaved a sigh, and hung her head. Claudius and the Moochick looked at each other, and then turned to the unicorn.

"We'll help you," Claudius said. "If we walk long enough, we're sure to find some more unicorns, and maybe some more little ponies."

"Do you think so?" the unicorn asked.

"Sure thing!" Claudius said. "By the way, my name's Claudius Nelson, and this is the Moochick. What might yours be?"

"Fleur-Di-Lis," the unicorn said. "Because that's what I have on my flank. All of us little ponies have something on our flanks."

"Well then, it shouldn't be too hard to find more of you. Come on."

Claudius led the way down a path, and the Moochick and Fleur-Di-Lis followed. Hours passed, and the trio couldn't find hide, nor hair, of any more little ponies, much less a unicorn. Fleur-Di-Lis began to feel downtrodden.

"I wish I knew where they all went," she sighed.

"We'll find them," the Moochick said. "I'm sure of it. At least, I'm pretty sure of it."

"You can't be the only unicorn left in the world, you know," Claudius said.

"But sometimes, it feels like it," Fleur-Di-Lis said. "Sometimes, it feels as though I'm the last unicorn."

"I see. Come on, let's keep goin'. And I don't honestly think you're the world's last unicorn. There should be some more around here somewhere."

The trio walked on, until they heard a whinny. They stopped, and listened, and heard the whinny again. Fleur-Di-Lis reared, whinnied herself, and charged ahead.

"Maybe it's another unicorn!" she shouted, happily. "Or maybe a Pegasus, or one of my little pony friends!"

"Come on!" Claudius shouted.

"Right behind you!" the Moochick shouted, and he started running off after Fleur-Di-Lis and Claudius. He didn't make more than two steps without tripping and falling flat on his face. He pulled himself up, and began running again.

"Wait for me!" he shouted.