The Unicorn Legend

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Chapter One Page 1.

     The full moon cast its beam of luminescent glow across the high mountain meadow and sparkled like miniature stars on the dew soaked grasses, looking like a mirror of the early morning sky. There among the miniature lights of heaven and earth stood the immortal unicorn. The moonlight shimmering off his silver alicorn and gleaming off the luster of his pure white coat. He just stood there, a solitary statue, looking up into the heavens. He waited patiently, as he has for centuries, scanning the morning sky just before sunrise. Wondering which world would it be circling one of those countless stars in his eternal vigil?

      The chirrup of the night cricket was slowly being replaced by the awakening sounds of the songbirds of the ancient forest behind him. The little unicorn sighed softly and was just beginning to turn and head back into the forest for another day of guardian duties when something lightly touched him. Something that he hadn't felt for a very, very long time. He quickly turned his attention back up to the stars, searching frantically for that whisper of light. There it was again, that soft touch. There was no mistaking it.

      His excitement grew into frustration as he searched the sky before the morning Sun washed out the last beacon of that one starlight. He knew he would have to change quickly before the last star faded from sight. He couldn't remember the last time he had to use the change; but he remembered the pain from the metamorphosis.

      In the twinkling of the last star as it faded from view, the change was complete. Where once stood a little white unicorn pony now stood a huge winged warrior unicorn. A Guardian of the Spirit, standing three times larger than his smaller form. Sitting up on his hind legs, he spread his huge wings upward as if in prayer then launched himself into the crisp early morning air with the uncoiled energy in his powerful hind legs and the lift from the downward stroke of his immense wings.

      Climbing quickly into the morning sky he once again felt that light touch him. There was no mistaking it. Once again the Sages of Time had blessed him. E'pon brought his legs up and tucked them up against his body and lowered his head. Nothing now of this world or the next was going to stop him. His Legend, another Adventure, had just begun.

To Be Continued...

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