A/N: Okay, I'm back again. I just came up with some ideas and I went on writing. Actually, I was all excited because my farmer neighbor's cows were running loose in our neighborhood and I thought it'd make a great diary entry. I went on the computer to type it up and I was like, "Well, why don't I just write more of my stories?" And I did. And here's another chapter. Oh, and I thought you might want to know, if you didn't know already, that there's going to be a live action Last Unicorn movie coming out. Isn't that great?! Plus, Peter S. Beagle is the screenwriter...and that just tells us that it's going to be so good. Probably not as good as the animated movie and the book...but still. Okay...I'm blabbing on too much. Sorry.

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And as the long and seemingly endless days passed before the two immortal creatures' eyes, they passed the many valleys and forests that stood between them and the child that they were seeking. The small unicorn was bemused by such beauty and wonder that the immortal earth had to offer her. She breathed the light air into her lungs, and bowed her horn to the ground many times, to give her gift of grace to earth and all of its mortals. Only, as the sun gleamed down upon her endlessly for many days, and the ground began to flaw her gleaming unicorn hooves, did she truly regret ever stepping out into the world that she had always been warned of. And the firefly did not help her thoughts either.

"Where exactly is this little child that we are looking for?" the firefly questioned the restless unicorn. The small unicorn shook her head and sighed.

"I do not know, little bug. I thought you said we would be where the mortals are by now. Where are they?" she asked angrily, her horn dimming. The firefly buzzed angrily in reply.

"First of all, I am NOT a bug. I am an immortal being who has taken the form of a mere firefly. And as an answer to your extremely rude question, I do not know why we do not see the mortals yet. I suppose we have been too slow or something. But we shall see them soon. And to enlighten you a bit, I do not know how we will ever find that child of yours. That child is one among many. There are many, many mortals. Much more than the immortals. And so, if you do not find that certain child, it will not be of my fault. You should have asked that Mother Earth in your dreams for more specific details. Maybe...her name!" the firefly yelled, which only came as an annoying buzz in the ear of the small unicorn.

The unicorn smiled wryly. "Actually, Mother Earth did tell me something more," she added. The firefly jumped eagerly in the air.

"What? What did she say?" he cried out.

"She said that the child lives among royalty. She must be some sort of princess or duchess or something," the unicorn answered.

"Or she could just be a servant for a king."

"No. I doubt that. She would've said that the girl works for royalty or such like that. She said the child lives among royalty...therefore she probably is royalty."

"Okay, if you say so," the firefly replied. "So, now we are looking for royalty. This makes our search much easier, but still almost impossible."

"Nothing is impossible," the unicorn said, looking at the firefly. "I will find the child....and I shall save my kind--just as my mother had done so many years ago. A unicorn never questions their purpose...and they never ever doubt. And so, I know that I will find the child...because it is my purpose. It is not impossible." And the firefly looked into the eyes of the determined unicorn and he glowed in response.

"Let us continue, purest one, because we must find this child of yours."

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On the second week of their quest, the small unicorn and the firefly came to a small, green valley that laid within the land of the Lost Mountains-the mountains covered in blankets of crystal snow and so high, that they were said to have reached the heavens of the Gods. The mountains were so immense, that they cast their shadows over the land, and shaded the valley from the warm sun, hence leaving its name as Shadow Valley--a cold name for a cold place.

The small unicorn stood upon the high edge overlooking the valley. Her immortal heart fluttered as she thought to herself, The humans may be here. She scanned the valley with her eyes of light, and then her glittering horn sparkled brightly from her sudden joy. "What is it that I see, Firefly?" she questioned her glowing companion.

The firefly flew above the unicorn's head and gazed, himself, at the valley below. "There is a small village below," he spoke. "There must be mortal humans there! We must go and see if they may know where the child is!" He flew in front of the unicorn and rested upon her white muzzle. "Let us go."

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Thomas Wood was walking outside of his great estate to go observe his new horse trainer. He had just somehow come across him one day and the man explained that he was a horse trainer. That was all it took, and the man was hired. Thomas knew that it was his luck that he found this man...because usually no one would ever enter the valley. Shadow Valley's name spoke for itself. No one wanted to live there, not even Thomas. But he knew that one day he would leave, when he had enough money and a place to go.

He had once been a great horse breeder...in another land. A land that was now only a memory for him, a memory that he would one day return to...he hoped. But one day, it all changed. He had become so famous and rich...but he wanted more. And that was when he heard of a distant valley--a valley of no name that was flourished and full of wild horses. He left for this land and he built his home within it. There, at first, were hundreds of horses-all beautiful and rare. And he caught the horses and caged them...willing to spend all of his time to train them and sell them. But as time went by, the horses began to loose life...and almost all at once they began to die.

Thomas was cursed, it seemed. His greed overcame him and killed each of the beautiful wild creatures he had caged. He had given up on himself, and he stayed locked away in his home, afraid to show his face again. But that was until his daughter brought him a gift. His sweet daughter, whom he had named Catherine, had come to his door one day and told him of a gift she had brought him. It was a beautiful foal...and it was now his.

The man...was just another blessing to happen to come along at just the same time. And he--

Thomas stopped in his walk and stood in shock at the sight he was now seeing. This couldn't be! he

said to himself. He jumped into a run and rushed over to his trainer that stood in the horse ring, looking at

Thomas strangely. "Look! Up yonder!" Thomas whispered loudly, the blood rushing to his face. The trainer

looked to where Mr. Wood was pointing, and quickly he gasped.

"Why...it is a most beautiful creature!" the man said, swallowing hard. "A horse that beautiful must be worth thousands." And with that he stood up slowly.

"Catch it, Abir!" Thomas yelled to his trainer, who was already reaching for a long rope. This one will be for Catherine, Thomas thought. The most beautiful of them all