The Balinor Chronicles: The Celestial Herd.
Chapter Sixty-five: Dreamspeakers
This Chapter dedication, the last of many, is for Armrest/RebelSoulObedientMind – She keeps changing her penname, so that will have to work for now. She earns twice because she put up with me that long day at the beach, brainstorming a fanfiction for a story she hadn't read, and unwittingly invented the Unicorn that both became Cypress, the Lord of the Trees and Eternitus, the Lord of Fate.
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Eventually there came a time in which not all could use the pools of sight. Only one.
The first of these was not one of the fillies of Barikah, nor one of the colts of Panthera. This new unicorn was of no relation to any who had seen before, for this new line would not be passed by blood; that was what crowns and thrones were for. Rather, this line would run through magic; mistress to apprentice.
The first of this line was Weaver, who wove dreams and spoke to Mortals. In this new time of single matings, she was the mate of Astrum the second son of Arkim (as Acheates was dead in Balinor). Weaver's apprentice, Songdance was of no relation to either until she mated with the only colt of Astrum and Weaver.
And in such way is all tradition started.
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Except then there was another. His line was passed by blood, marked by coats that ranged toward darkness. Within time the foundation sire was forgotten, condemned to the legends of the Sentinels and the Twilights, of the Elementals and Moloth, of Arioch and the Mare. But the others lived on. And so did the sire. But that is another tale for another night.