Chapter the First
The morning turned out to be dismal. There was no sky in sight and the rain poured down so hard that the unicorns could barely see ten feet in front of them.
Scyler had been in his family's cave all morning bored out his mind. Pushing himself up he walked slowly out into the field.
Other half-growns were enjoying the rain, racing and laughing and sparring. Snorting derisively Scyler moved away. It's bad enough that I don't like them, but I could beat any of them in a race or sparring with my hooves behind my back.
He nickered quietly at the amusing picture then lowered his head to graze.
"Hey Prince! Not feeling up to playing with us mere lowborn half-growns?" Teased a black colt snidely. "No I just think it's a waste of time, I could beat you pinstickers easily." He shot back.
The others made soft noises of amazement for pinsticker was a serious insult among young unicorns. The black colt, whose name was Deljar lifted his head and whinnied a challenge. Scyler paid him no heed and continued to graze.
Thoroughly maddened, Deljar half-reared and pawed the ground, ready to charge. To the others it looked like Scyler didn't even know of the approaching threat. Deljar gave another cry and ran towards him, horn forward. Scyler snapped into action. He reared so the colt went right by him giving him the chance to pound his hooves down on Deljar's side, throwing him over.
Deljar struggled up and charged again, but at that moment a cry was heard from the hills "Wolves! The wolves are coming!"
All the young unicorns looked up, ready to bolt. Great howls and the screams of unicorns shook the air.
Low, fast running bodies formed in the mist into huge wolves of every colour, snapping they're jaws and thinking of how wonderful the unicorns would taste. Scyler gave a cry as the wolves centered in on him. Rearing and turning he ran for his life.