A/N: Well, I'm writing a new chappie even though no one reviewed the first. I have yet to decide if that was because the Unicorn Chronicles aren't that popular, or if my story isn't exactly as wonderful as could be. It doesn't matter. This chapter is the product of a sugar high at midnight, just thought I should forewarn you. So, if anyone is bothering to read this, enjoy!

Chapter Two: Monquirrels

As I came to, I felt a sharp jabbing in my side and a weight on my chest. I opened my eyes slowly and found another pair gazing intently at me. Shrieking, I scooted backwards, in the process tumbling whatever the thing was off me. It sat up and made some annoyed chittering noises at me. At least, it sounded annoyed. It was about a foot high, and looked like a cross between a monkey and a squirrel, with thick fur that grew in two shades of grey, dark on its head and back, lighter on its face, limbs, and stomach. Its blue eyes were lively, and regarded me with an almost humanlike interest. To complete the oddity, it had a bushy tail. All in all, I had no clue what the hell it was.

With an effort, I dragged my attention away from the…thing, and tried to figure out what had been digging into my ribcage. I spied a sharp rock next to me, and, wincing, I lifted the hem of my shirt a bit to reveal an angry-looking scratch. Wonderful. Trying to ignore the pain, I stumbled to my feet and inspected my surroundings, all the while being watched by the…animal? Creature? Monquirrel? I have no idea what a monquirrel is, but considering that I had no idea what the creature was either, and it really did look like a cross between a monkey and a squirrel, it seemed the best term for now. (A/N: See the effects of the sugar high?)

So, meanwhile, I was inspecting my surroundings. It wasn't much different from home, except that the air seemed cleaner, and the trees had silver bark on them.

Wait a minute, silver bark? Where am I?

I was definitely getting freaked out. Maybe I'm delirious, I thought. Or just dreaming…that would make sense, wouldn't it?

The pain in my side reminded me; wherever I was, it most certainly was not a dream. Preoccupied by trying to figure out what the hell was going on, I didn't notice that someone—something—had entered the clearing. I turned around, and fell hard onto my backside. Gazing at me with amusement in its eyes was a creature that had the capability to bring to life my wildest imaginings: The Unicorn.

Now, I probably should explain something about myself. Before all this happened, I was in drama class and I believe I mentioned that I hated the story we were acting out. Remember, the one about the Unicorn? Anyways, I hate it because it seems so fake. I mean, if the unicorns are supposed to be so wise and that, why would they immediately go to some random maiden in the woods and fall asleep in their lap? Honestly! If unicorns do exist, I would think they'd be wild, free, boundless, and all that, certainly not creatures to be tamed by virginity. But in turn, I had never believed in unicorns. Sure, I went through the stage when I liked fantasy, but I never truly believed in it. But all my thoughts had been shattered upon sighting the beautiful, fantastical creature.

He looked at me.

I looked at him.

Wow, I'm really doing great, aren't I?

While I tried to get over my initial shock, he came closer and bent his horn, pointing it towards my heart. I muffled a shriek and started to back away, but something in his eyes stopped me. I don't know what it was, but something made me want to trust him. Standing still, I allowed his approach. In spite of my best efforts, however, I still trembled as he grew closer to piercing my skin. There was a brief flash of pain, then he backed away and laid his horn onto my shoulder.

I apologize for frightening you. This is the only—

He was interrupted by a crashing sound nearby. The unicorn wheeled and plunged into the forest, leaving me alone in the clearing once again. Well, except for the Monquirrel, who, upon turning around, I realized had left as well. So I was completely alone. Again. Great fun.