A/n please forgive the quotes I haven't watched the movie in a year and I can't get to it right now, I plan on watching it very soon, and the last time I read the book I was either seven or eight. Also as you all should know the last unicorn does not belong to me but to the original author I am simply a bored, overzealous fan who is continuing the story to prolong my own suffering. This is a bit of a transition chapter for the 20 years after The unicorns were released so it's a bit choppy comments are encouraged.
Chapter 2: Life moves on.
" I have done all I can to win her favor, from slaying dragons and rescuing damsels in distress to bumbling over sonnets and songs what other deeds can I perform?"
"Maybe the favor of Lady Amalthia cannot be won by deeds alone"
The young man woke suddenly sitting up in his fur covered bed. His bare chest rose and fell rapidly in terror. He could still feel the phantom shaking of the cold castle walls. And the heat of the bull's breath. The part of him that was still rational enough to think screamed one word in to the darkness. The word echoed off every stone wall in the palace and the off the cliffs by the sea below. The night quivered with his throat at the sound of that single word. The stars trembled and the sea quieted.
"Amalthia"
The young woman beside him turned in her feigned sleep. For three years this had occurred. He called out for her every night, but the woman in his bed merely sighed. Amazing how a woman can get used to hearing her husband dream of someone else.
Lear heard his wife sigh and for the one thousand, one hundred and nineteenth time he was ashamed. Alya was a good wife to him, a loving mother to his son and a kind queen to his people. Their marriage was arranged by her father three years ago… only two years after… No he wouldn't think of that, Amalthia was dead.
The king laid back down turning his back to his wife to escape once more to the enchanted forest in dreams.
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A bird twittered in its sleep and a screech owl screamed into the darkness. Pale and silent as a ghost, the unicorn walked her forest as she had every night before. The sky was beginning to lighten and the forest began to stir. Another day began, Today things would be born and others would die. The same cycle as before as she watched.
" I wonder how I would know today from any other, unicorns have no sense of time, it is useless to us. We neither age nor die. So why am I so certain of what time has passed since…. Then…. Could it really have been ten years?"
"I can feel this body dying all around me"-----------------------------------------------
The unicorn lay near the tranquil cool waters of the pond, under the shade of an ancient oak, the forest was quiet today. There had been no births here for many months Thing had begun to sicken and die. The forest was sick and dying. And the unicorn was too tired to do anything. There was nothing for her to do, nothing like this should ever happen in the forest of a unicorn.
"Why do I feel this way? Unicorns cannot tire, we are not allowed to sleep, such is the price of immortality. I haven't felt like this since…"
Out of nowhere a voice came to complete her thought.
"Since we were human"
The unicorn shook her head, Amalthia was getting louder, laid her head upon the grass and that was all she knew.
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"Well, well, well what have we here? A unicorn asleep? This cannot be… unicorns cannot sleep or dream. That is the privilege of mortals, not for the likes of you and me"
A thin, young boy was perched in the branches of the oak tree. His silver hair stood up on the top of his head and shone as brightly as moonbeams. The unicorn awoke with a start. The boy smiled and climbed out of the tree, well more or less flowed down the trunk, he moved like nothing that the unicorn had ever seen before. Almost as if he was floating. He smiled before her and bowed.
" Lady Amalthia I greet you."
The unicorn jumped back, how did this child know that name? True it was the only name she had ever known. Other than in her thought she hadn't hear that name in … was it really twenty years… Lear would certainly have forgotten about her by now.
"Who are you who calls me that name?"
She neighed, she may have no other name but she couldn't be Amalthia… she just couldn't.
The boy merely laughed.
"You think that now you are unicorn you are no longer Amalthia? You humor me Lady. My name is Dagda, I am the spirit of the crescent moon the smiling face of childhood. At your service My Lady. Not that that I can do you any good."
The unicorn looked at the child and cocked her head. If he was who he claimed. He was her creator, her guardian.
"My Lord if you are the Great Spirit Dagda guardian of innocence what business have you here?"
The little spirit look at her solemnly.
"Because you are not a unicorn, and you are dying."
