Guinevere wandered back into the living room to find Doyle sitting on the couch, watching TV. She'd rather not talk to him, she wanted to see what Zak was up to but Zak, Fiskerton and Komodo were nowhere in sight. Guinevere liked Zak. He had the innocence of a child, unlike Doyle who was outright rude when they met.
"Would you happen to know where Zak went?" Guinevere kindly asked Doyle from behind.
"He went that way, to his room, most likely. But why do you want to hang out with him?" he asked, looking over his shoulder but she was gone, heading down the hall towards Zak's room. Doyle sighed and turned his attention back to the TV.
Guinevere stopped in the doorway when she heard the familiar voice of Argost. Zak sat in a dark room with his brothers, watching V.V. Argost's Weird World on the television.
"There you are, Zak," Guinevere smiled warmly as she came in and joined them.
"Done already?" he asked her. Guinevere shook her head.
"I can't cook," she confessed.
"Aw, me neither. Fisk, can you grab Guinevere a seat?" he asked his brother, who obediently pulled a wooden chair up for her, "You might want to watch this, Guinevere. Argost is talking about unicorns."
"Does he really know about them?" Guinevere stared intently at the screen.
"Nah, probably not. Everyone knows about them but only you know the truth since you were with them," Zak grinned up at her. She returned with a warm smile.
"Greetings and bien venue, my dear viewers," Argost said as he sat at the large wooden desk in the giant green chair, "Tonight's episode will be solely about unicorns. Unfortunately, I have no artifacts or cryptids to show you to prove the existence of unicorns, but I am working towards finding some."
"He'll never find the grove," Guinevere whispered, stating only what she knew. No mortal without the guardian's permission could enter the Grove.
"Legend claims that only a maiden pure of heart can see and tame a unicorn. The unicorn has been mentioned in several documents, including the Bible but scientists believe it was mistaken for a rhinoceros or various types of deer and antelope."
Guinevere shifted nervously in her seat. She didn't know that people could know this much about unicorns. There were a lot of assumptions back in her time but none like these.
"I have pinpointed a possible location where the unicorn might be, thanks to historical records," Argost did his creepy laugh, "Munya, reveal the map!"
Argost's servant pulled down a map behind the desk and handed Argost a pointing stick.
"This is a map of England," he poked the map with the stick and gazed at the camera, "And this is Glastonbury, the fabled place of Avalon where King Arthur was taken to in order to be healed from his wounds in the Last Battle. It is somewhere here in Glastonbury that I believe where a unicorn or unicorns live."
"Isn't that where you're from, Guinevere?" Zak looked over at her.
"He won't be able to find it," Guinevere shook her head; "He can't find it, only the pure of heart can."
"I will be taking a short vacation in Glastonbury next week, to see if my theory proves true," Argost stated.
"Don't worry Zak, he won't find the Grove," Guinevere reassured him, more to convince herself.
