The Golden Unicorn
Disclaimer: I do not own the American Dragon, Rose, the Huntsman, Trixie, Spud, Fu Dog, Grampa, Jake's mom, Dad, or Hailey, or Stan the Sewer troll. However, I do own SunShiner and Dazzle.
Jake flew over the city, doing his patrols. He was trying to summon the guts to ask the girl out he was crushing on. Trixie had already told him a million times, "Baby cakes, you ain't ever going to get that girl. Stop drooling over her, already. At least ask her out if you want her that badly."
It was sunset, and the sun's rays reflected on Jake's recently polished scales and rainbows danced on them. He stopped at Central Park. What he saw was enough to make anyone stop in awe, even a dragon. He landed in front of the unicorn and her solid gold foal.
"Yo, SunShiner! What's up with your foal?" he asked.
"This little one is a solid gold foal. All the fibers in her fur, hooves, and horn are pure gold. It's as rare as an albino. Because of you, young dragon, little miracles like this can be born in peace," the silver unicorn said.
"Uh, it's nothing, mam, just doing what I'm supposed to do," Jake said, with a hint of big-headiness.
"So, um, what are you going to name it?" Jake asked.
"Actually, it's a girl," SunShiner said, chuckling at the young dragon. He had so much to learn.
"Uh, oh, yeah, right. What are you going to name her, then?" Jake asked.
"Hmmmm. I'm not sure yet," SunShiner said kindly, then she looked at the American Dragon's gleaming scales.
"Oh, I thought of one. Your name, little one," SunShiner said, looking at the foal who was staring at the dragon with wide, wondering eyes.
"is Dazzle."
Jake laughed out loud as the foal sprawled toward him curiously. Even he couldn't resist something this cute.
"American Dragon, get out of our way. That foal would make a nice skin once it grows up," the huntsman snapped, jumping out of the bushes with the huntsgirl.
"You run. I'll handle these two," Jake said, beckoning the huntsgirl towards him.
SunShiner scooped Dazzle up onto her horn and galloped away.