a/n- i've been lurking on UoB ever since I read my friend's story. I
finally read some of the books, and i'm about 1/2 way thru the 5th book.
So, since I now have half-knowledge about them and love the books, I
decided to write a story about it. so, here it is.
**Keep in mind that I have only read 4 1/2 of the books, and have no idea how it ends.**
disclaimer: i don't own anything recognizable from UoB. I do own Isilme and Taramalë, though.
**Takes place before the books.**
* * *
Taramalë looked up from her grazing. Her silken, ivory forelock blew softly in the breeze. Her beautiful blue coat reflected the clear morning sky. Sapphire eyes gazed, searching, about the field. Having a daughter, she decided, was not as great as it seemed. It was quite difficult trying to control the rambunctious young unicorn without a mate to help.
It was not her fault. She had no idea she had a child, and she did not even know who the father was. But, the past could not be helped. She raised the girl as lovingly as if she had asked for a child. She gazed about for the two-year-old, concern etched in her face, until finally she saw a sign of her.
On the opposite end of the large field Taramalë occupied, the bushes and underbrush quivered and shook slightly with the ground as her daughter swept by. Her hooves flashed as she galloped as fast as she could across the meadow. A large eagle floated easily through the sky, racing her across the land. The young unicorn looked up and saw her mother, then began to slow.
She stopped a few feet from her, taking a few deep breaths to regain her breath. Only a thin layer of sweat dampened her flanks. Most of it was invisible under her midnight coat. She grinned happily at her airborne companion, who had landed on a tree branch that hung close by the two unicorns.
"I beat you again." she said smugly.
"But you have won 5 out of 10 races. We are even." she replied. "Anyway, I must go. Goodbye!" she nodded to the unicorns, then, with two beats of her large, magnificent wings, she took off into the sky and disappeared among the clouds.
"Isilme, I have been searching for you. You should not run off like that without telling me where you are going." Taramalë told her daughter sternly.
"But I race Karina all of the time. I didn't think you would mind." Isilme replied, staring down at her hooves.
"I wouldn't, except that I had no idea where you were. Come along, we must go back to the stable." Taramalë said, walking away.
"Oh, okay." Isilme replied, following her mother up the path.
They left the knee-high grasses of their meadow and into the cool forest. The path they were walking along was dimly lit with filtered greenish sunlight falling through the treetops above. Birds could be heard in the distance, twittering in the spring morning. A doe peeked out from a bush on their left. She walked out onto the path, a newborn fawn wobbling on long, thin legs after her.
"Good morning!" she said as she passed them, heading toward the field.
"And a good day to you!" Taramalë told her.
They continued walking until they came upon a small village with cobbled streets. There was an equally small field in front of them, dotted with the various unicorns that lived nearby. They crossed the small expanse, stopping to chat with a few who greeted them on their way.
Approaching a large stable, a rather large man walked out of one of the stalls. He smiled when he saw the two unicorns. He was pushing a wheelbarrow, but stopped a few moments after spotting them.
"Tara, I think we should start teaching that youngster of yours to pull the cart, I say pull the cart." he said.
"A fine idea, Samlett. Are we going to market today?" Tara replied.
"We are indeed, I say indeed." he told her.
Samlett continued pushing the wheelbarrow around to the back of the stable. Once he was out of earshot, Isilme turned to her mother.
"So I'm going to get to pull the cart?" she said excitedly.
"I suppose so. I will join you, at first, so you can get used to it." Tara smiled at her eager daughter. Isilme beamed in return.
* * *
As they traveled slowly through the busy town, Isilme gazed interestingly at the various homes and buildings that lined the street. After a while, though, she became bored with their sameness. The traffic became increasingly larger as they neared the town market.
Isilme didn't notice it, but Taramalë and Samlett did. Nearly every man, woman, child, and unicorn they passed stared at their midnight-coated compantion. It was clear from the expressions on their faces that they were not used to seeing an ebony unicorn.
"Mother, why are they all looking at me?" she finally asked.
"I'm sure they just don't recognise you. They should stop after they've seen you a few times." Tara assured her.
"Oh. Okay!" the ebony filly replied, grinning.
Unknowingly to her, the townspeople spoke amongst themselves when they passed.
"Did you see that, Hazel? A spy of the Shifter if I ever saw one!" one woman said to her neighbor.
"Perhaps all three of them, if I do say so myself, Mari." Hazel replied.
"We ought to check it out. That black filly looks like trouble." Mari's husband remarked as he walked outside their home.
They all glared at the back of the retreating cart as it rattled toward the market.
* * *
a/n- been meanin 2 post 4 a while. i know, lindsay, i've said it a million times b4, but it is REAL hard 2 write a story when ya know where its going but not how its gonna get there. its tru! anyway, r/r pleeze! anything, even flames r welcome!
**Keep in mind that I have only read 4 1/2 of the books, and have no idea how it ends.**
disclaimer: i don't own anything recognizable from UoB. I do own Isilme and Taramalë, though.
**Takes place before the books.**
* * *
Taramalë looked up from her grazing. Her silken, ivory forelock blew softly in the breeze. Her beautiful blue coat reflected the clear morning sky. Sapphire eyes gazed, searching, about the field. Having a daughter, she decided, was not as great as it seemed. It was quite difficult trying to control the rambunctious young unicorn without a mate to help.
It was not her fault. She had no idea she had a child, and she did not even know who the father was. But, the past could not be helped. She raised the girl as lovingly as if she had asked for a child. She gazed about for the two-year-old, concern etched in her face, until finally she saw a sign of her.
On the opposite end of the large field Taramalë occupied, the bushes and underbrush quivered and shook slightly with the ground as her daughter swept by. Her hooves flashed as she galloped as fast as she could across the meadow. A large eagle floated easily through the sky, racing her across the land. The young unicorn looked up and saw her mother, then began to slow.
She stopped a few feet from her, taking a few deep breaths to regain her breath. Only a thin layer of sweat dampened her flanks. Most of it was invisible under her midnight coat. She grinned happily at her airborne companion, who had landed on a tree branch that hung close by the two unicorns.
"I beat you again." she said smugly.
"But you have won 5 out of 10 races. We are even." she replied. "Anyway, I must go. Goodbye!" she nodded to the unicorns, then, with two beats of her large, magnificent wings, she took off into the sky and disappeared among the clouds.
"Isilme, I have been searching for you. You should not run off like that without telling me where you are going." Taramalë told her daughter sternly.
"But I race Karina all of the time. I didn't think you would mind." Isilme replied, staring down at her hooves.
"I wouldn't, except that I had no idea where you were. Come along, we must go back to the stable." Taramalë said, walking away.
"Oh, okay." Isilme replied, following her mother up the path.
They left the knee-high grasses of their meadow and into the cool forest. The path they were walking along was dimly lit with filtered greenish sunlight falling through the treetops above. Birds could be heard in the distance, twittering in the spring morning. A doe peeked out from a bush on their left. She walked out onto the path, a newborn fawn wobbling on long, thin legs after her.
"Good morning!" she said as she passed them, heading toward the field.
"And a good day to you!" Taramalë told her.
They continued walking until they came upon a small village with cobbled streets. There was an equally small field in front of them, dotted with the various unicorns that lived nearby. They crossed the small expanse, stopping to chat with a few who greeted them on their way.
Approaching a large stable, a rather large man walked out of one of the stalls. He smiled when he saw the two unicorns. He was pushing a wheelbarrow, but stopped a few moments after spotting them.
"Tara, I think we should start teaching that youngster of yours to pull the cart, I say pull the cart." he said.
"A fine idea, Samlett. Are we going to market today?" Tara replied.
"We are indeed, I say indeed." he told her.
Samlett continued pushing the wheelbarrow around to the back of the stable. Once he was out of earshot, Isilme turned to her mother.
"So I'm going to get to pull the cart?" she said excitedly.
"I suppose so. I will join you, at first, so you can get used to it." Tara smiled at her eager daughter. Isilme beamed in return.
* * *
As they traveled slowly through the busy town, Isilme gazed interestingly at the various homes and buildings that lined the street. After a while, though, she became bored with their sameness. The traffic became increasingly larger as they neared the town market.
Isilme didn't notice it, but Taramalë and Samlett did. Nearly every man, woman, child, and unicorn they passed stared at their midnight-coated compantion. It was clear from the expressions on their faces that they were not used to seeing an ebony unicorn.
"Mother, why are they all looking at me?" she finally asked.
"I'm sure they just don't recognise you. They should stop after they've seen you a few times." Tara assured her.
"Oh. Okay!" the ebony filly replied, grinning.
Unknowingly to her, the townspeople spoke amongst themselves when they passed.
"Did you see that, Hazel? A spy of the Shifter if I ever saw one!" one woman said to her neighbor.
"Perhaps all three of them, if I do say so myself, Mari." Hazel replied.
"We ought to check it out. That black filly looks like trouble." Mari's husband remarked as he walked outside their home.
They all glared at the back of the retreating cart as it rattled toward the market.
* * *
a/n- been meanin 2 post 4 a while. i know, lindsay, i've said it a million times b4, but it is REAL hard 2 write a story when ya know where its going but not how its gonna get there. its tru! anyway, r/r pleeze! anything, even flames r welcome!