Elwin stood up, his hands shaking.
He dropped the other two elixirs to the floor, shocked at what he had done.
This wasn't supposed to happen, this wasn't supposed to happen, this wasn't supposed to happen!
And yet it did.
He turned away from the dead alicorn, facing the council.
"I guess this means exile for killing the only alicorns known to exist?" The councilor's heads turned, looking at each other with despair.
And then Kenric shouted, "LOOK!"
Elwin swung around, almost falling as he realized the alicorn's chest was rising and falling.
"YES!" He shouted into the night air. Alden rushed forward with a rope and tied around the alicorn's nose. He urged it to stand up, and after a few attempts of precious time wasted, the male alicorn finally stood up.
The councilor's grin was even wider than Elwin's. They ran forward to touch the creature, their eyes betraying their fascination.
And then Alden announced, "It needs a name."
The councilor's heads turned, talking to each other excitedly about what to name the magnificent creature.
Elwin studied it thoroughly, however.
Its pelt was tinted gray. It had also taken a pretty nasty fall…
"Greyfell!" Elwin yelled. Everybody's heads went up and down, nodding their approval of the name.
"Well, it has a name. Now it just needs to be transported to the sanctuary."