Hunting (Drabble):

What joy does Arthur find in hunting innocent animals? The deer didn't attack him; the pheasants stayed away from him; the unicorn wasn't going to hurt anybody. I hate hunting. I can feel the life in the animals when they're near me. I can feel it leave them when Arthur shoots. It doesn't hurt me physically, but it still hurts. Animals are drawn to me; to my magic. They trust me to keep them safe. Sometimes I succeed in scaring them away; away from doom. But when I fail, I hurt; feel the warmth of life fade away. It hurts.

A/N: Hey! I'm running low on ideas for chapters! Suggestions are appreciated!