A/N: It seems unbelievable (as a relatively new author) that I've gotten 14 views in less than 24 hours. I hope that I can maintain 1 update per day, because Ronodin's twisted mind is a dark and constantly shifting landscape that... Okay, I've said enough. I'll let you read the story now.

We don't really need to sleep, being unicorns and all. But I'm all about breaking barriers when they need to come down. All barriers need to come down, in my opinion. And I say I want a nap. Besides, I've gotten used to it. Practicing with my horns gets exhausting.

When I woke up, I found myself almost surprised when I remembered that Seth was not in my immediate vicinity. No, I do not miss him. I've only become accustomed to his presence.

I don't miss Seth in the least. I wouldn't miss him even if his vocabulary consisted of "I-will-serve-you-forever-oh-dark-lord." We're even now. He helps me with my debt, I let him go. And yes, I let him go. I could have devoted more effort to keeping him under my control. Oh well. Life goes on.

Bracken? He owes me. He was literally born in debt. And I'll be exacting my revenge soon enough. I don't want to think of what he's done to me. That kind of thinking is useless.

But if you think that means that I'll forgive him, know that you're dead wrong! Everyone loves a good revenge scheme.

Sometimes I get tired of the magical world. Sometimes I like to venture into the dull world of unbelievers and see how much trouble I can cause. It's harmless trouble. Either way, it's the humans who are doing the killing.

When your history teacher asks you what caused the Great Depression? Tell them it was a dark unicorn. Because it was.

And yes, before you get suspicious, I confirm, and will continue to maintain, that I have lived for that long. Unbelief is toxic to many magical creatures, but it's never stopped me. Do you want to see my human imitation? Maybe you already have. I'm all over social media, but you probably wouldn't recognize me.

In fact, I may be in the human world now. Of course I won't tell you where, but I'll give you a hint for your trouble. It's somewhere near Fablehaven.

Of course, everywhere is near Fablehaven when you're in the Underking's good graces.

I hear there's a virus spreading around. Humans are running about, trying to go about their everyday lives, while the virus follows them and claims them. It's so funny how something so small can disrupt even the most basic of things.

The human world has some truly wonderful things. Everywhere I go, I see change. Stagnation is easier to fix in this world. I'm not so different from you people after all. Humans don't cling on to mindless doctrines like light-makes-right.

I may act like humans are inferior. But you guys do that too, don't you? And you're still the same old species.

I may engage in foolish displays to show my strength at times. You think you're any better? Well, at least I don't need a gun to prove it. At the same time, guns are incredibly fun to watch. Little humans killing each other from a distance. More deadly than arrows.

And why is it exactly that the magical world insists on sticking to arrows? Can't somebody build a magical gun that works better than a magical bow? Shouldn't be too hard.

Maybe if I learned how to form my intact horns into automatic machine guns. Bracken won't even be able to cower in terror, because he'll already be dead.

That's actually a smart idea. Arrows are easier to deflect than bullets. It's just the logistics of the whole thing I need to work out. Or I could just ask for more favors.

Or, more accurately, coerce people into doing favors for me.

I realize that I sound like the villain here. The aggressor. Why is it that people associate this behavior with villains? Because the winners write the stories.

Here's one difference. I, like them, intend to win, and I am not a loser. Not for long. Never again. Bracken lost to me many, many times, and I have faith in him. I have faith that when he falls again he'll find it within to himself to suck it up and let me enjoy my victory. Maybe I'll even give him Kendra. But first I'll have her dipped in acid.

You think that's disgusting? Like you haven't wished worse on someone you hate.

The hour grows late (or rather I'm getting quite bored sitting here) and I have work to do.