Peter's_Unicorn
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I wrote this for school and I thought I would post it here. It's just a short story, but I think it came out pretty good. Please comment.
A long, long time ago, in the times of fairy tales, castles, and knights in armor, there were unicorns in the world. They were the color of a glassy sea, and of the bright white moon at midnight, and the color of lush green grass.
There were also beautiful princesses, with long, smooth hair and gowns made of the finest silk. They all loved being princesses, and loved the royalty of themselves. All, that is, except eleven-year-old Laaylia.
Laaylia loved to ride her nearly white stallion, Okapett. She loved to lope through the woods and gallop over dew-covered grass fields.
“Okapett!” she called one morning. She wanted to ride the handsome horse, but he didn’t come. “Okapett, where are you?”
There was still no answer.
Finally, he lifted his head from the center of a large bush. “Okapett, what are you doing in there?” she asked the horse. He just snorted. She tried to hold on to his mane, but he walked away.
“Where are you going?” she asked as she followed him through a hidden archway of trees.
When Okapett stopped in a small clearing, Laaylia gasped. There was a crystal blue unicorn mare with a pure white unicorn filly lying next to her. “Will you protect Yivina and Wendala, dear?” a feminine voice said.
“Who was that?” Laaylia asked, afraid of someone she didn’t know and couldn’t see.
“It’s me, dear, the unicorn.”
“You can… talk?” Laaylia asked, astonished.
“Yes, dear, all unicorns can talk. Nobody knows it or hears it except you. Will you protect Yivina and Wendala?” she asked again.
“Who are they?” Laaylia asked, still not used to talking to a unicorn.
“They are my foals. There is a legend among the unicorns that when a young girl can hear us talk, she will protect motherless twins, a green colt and a white filly, and by successfully protecting them will protect all unicorns.”
Where is your other foal, Genbani? I only see Yivina.” Laaylia gasped. “How did I know your names?”
“You will know many things about the unicorns now that you have heard one. Wendala is not here yet. He will be here soon,” Genbani said, her voice sounding like a fine-tuned musical instrument.
“I will protect them with my life. But you said they will be motherless. You’re alive.”
“Thank you. Yes, they will be motherless. When Wendala is born, I will be killed by an arrow of man. You will come to this very place and find Yivina, Wendala, and a perfect arrow with the point straight in the ground.”
“Where will you be?”
“I will have vanished.”
Ten years later…
“Wendala, Yivina, where are you?” called Laaylia.
“We are over here!” squealed the twins.
“I have something to show you. We will go now.”
“Where is it?” Wendala asked.
“Is it far?” questioned Yivina.
“It’s only a little bit to the east. Not far at all.” Laaylia led them through the archway of trees and into the opening.
Yivina gasped. “I remember this! I remember everything!” she said.
“I only remember a blue unicorn mare...” Wendala said sadly.
“There’s a reason for that,” Laaylia said. “Part of the unicorns’ legend was this:
“Oh…” Wendala said. “The unicorn mare I remember, is she my mother?”
“Yes, Wendala, she is your mother, and her name is Genbani.”
“Sometimes I see her in the stars. I dream that I am with her,” the handsome stallion said, more to himself then to Laaylia or Yivina.
“I have been chosen by fate to protect both of you. If I fail, all unicorn stallions and colts will perish with you, Wendala, and all unicorn mares and fillies will take their last breath with you, Yivina.”
“Oh, dear, such a big burden for you, miss!” exclaimed Yivina.
“Oh, not really, I love taking care of both of you.” Laaylia said. “Wendala?” she said, looking around the open area. The stallion was nowhere.
“Oh, no, please no!” Laaylia said, hearing a twang from a bow, then a thud from a heavy body seconds later.
Laaylia and Yivina ran towards the sound, but all they found was a braid of green hair from a horse or unicorn’s mane and an arrow, point in the ground, exactly in the center.
“Oh, no! Wendala, where are you?!” Laaylia called, but he did not answer. He would never answer.
Twang. “Yivina?” This time when Laaylia turned, she saw a pure white ring of mane hair around an arrow. “Oh, no, please not Yivina! All of the unicorns are gone now!”
Laaylia sadly started to walk slowly back to her castle. “Now the only unicorns will be in young girls’ dreams,” she said sadly. “Only in their dreams.”
A long, long time ago, in the times of fairy tales, castles, and knights in armor, there were unicorns in the world. They were the color of a glassy sea, and of the bright white moon at midnight, and the color of lush green grass.
There were also beautiful princesses, with long, smooth hair and gowns made of the finest silk. They all loved being princesses, and loved the royalty of themselves. All, that is, except eleven-year-old Laaylia.
Laaylia loved to ride her nearly white stallion, Okapett. She loved to lope through the woods and gallop over dew-covered grass fields.
“Okapett!” she called one morning. She wanted to ride the handsome horse, but he didn’t come. “Okapett, where are you?”
There was still no answer.
Finally, he lifted his head from the center of a large bush. “Okapett, what are you doing in there?” she asked the horse. He just snorted. She tried to hold on to his mane, but he walked away.
“Where are you going?” she asked as she followed him through a hidden archway of trees.
When Okapett stopped in a small clearing, Laaylia gasped. There was a crystal blue unicorn mare with a pure white unicorn filly lying next to her. “Will you protect Yivina and Wendala, dear?” a feminine voice said.
“Who was that?” Laaylia asked, afraid of someone she didn’t know and couldn’t see.
“It’s me, dear, the unicorn.”
“You can… talk?” Laaylia asked, astonished.
“Yes, dear, all unicorns can talk. Nobody knows it or hears it except you. Will you protect Yivina and Wendala?” she asked again.
“Who are they?” Laaylia asked, still not used to talking to a unicorn.
“They are my foals. There is a legend among the unicorns that when a young girl can hear us talk, she will protect motherless twins, a green colt and a white filly, and by successfully protecting them will protect all unicorns.”
Where is your other foal, Genbani? I only see Yivina.” Laaylia gasped. “How did I know your names?”
“You will know many things about the unicorns now that you have heard one. Wendala is not here yet. He will be here soon,” Genbani said, her voice sounding like a fine-tuned musical instrument.
“I will protect them with my life. But you said they will be motherless. You’re alive.”
“Thank you. Yes, they will be motherless. When Wendala is born, I will be killed by an arrow of man. You will come to this very place and find Yivina, Wendala, and a perfect arrow with the point straight in the ground.”
“Where will you be?”
“I will have vanished.”
Ten years later…
“Wendala, Yivina, where are you?” called Laaylia.
“We are over here!” squealed the twins.
“I have something to show you. We will go now.”
“Where is it?” Wendala asked.
“Is it far?” questioned Yivina.
“It’s only a little bit to the east. Not far at all.” Laaylia led them through the archway of trees and into the opening.
Yivina gasped. “I remember this! I remember everything!” she said.
“I only remember a blue unicorn mare...” Wendala said sadly.
“There’s a reason for that,” Laaylia said. “Part of the unicorns’ legend was this:
‘White as moon the filly will be
The day of her birth she will always see,
The deep green colt is by blood her brother
But he will remember no more than his mother.’ ”
The day of her birth she will always see,
The deep green colt is by blood her brother
But he will remember no more than his mother.’ ”
“Oh…” Wendala said. “The unicorn mare I remember, is she my mother?”
“Yes, Wendala, she is your mother, and her name is Genbani.”
“Sometimes I see her in the stars. I dream that I am with her,” the handsome stallion said, more to himself then to Laaylia or Yivina.
“I have been chosen by fate to protect both of you. If I fail, all unicorn stallions and colts will perish with you, Wendala, and all unicorn mares and fillies will take their last breath with you, Yivina.”
“Oh, dear, such a big burden for you, miss!” exclaimed Yivina.
“Oh, not really, I love taking care of both of you.” Laaylia said. “Wendala?” she said, looking around the open area. The stallion was nowhere.
“Oh, no, please no!” Laaylia said, hearing a twang from a bow, then a thud from a heavy body seconds later.
Laaylia and Yivina ran towards the sound, but all they found was a braid of green hair from a horse or unicorn’s mane and an arrow, point in the ground, exactly in the center.
“Oh, no! Wendala, where are you?!” Laaylia called, but he did not answer. He would never answer.
Twang. “Yivina?” This time when Laaylia turned, she saw a pure white ring of mane hair around an arrow. “Oh, no, please not Yivina! All of the unicorns are gone now!”
Laaylia sadly started to walk slowly back to her castle. “Now the only unicorns will be in young girls’ dreams,” she said sadly. “Only in their dreams.”
