Not So Pure
To see a unicorn in the flesh is every young person’s—every person’s dream, but what if that dream was really a nightmare? Merrick soon learned it was important to be careful what you wish for.
He’d waited years for this once in a lifetime opportunity. It was a full moon, the stars were aligned in a mystical formation, and he’d entered his thirteenth year on a full moon as well.
The mist swirled about nis ankles. And the dry leaves crunched underneath his feet. This ancient wood was the basis for several fables and fairytales. He was mocked for his beliefs, but he would not be dissuaded. He knew this wood was sacred, and he would be rewarded for his faith.
He walked into a clearing dotted with delicate, white flowers. He brought out a tiny flask and sprinkled the ground before him with a fragrant, blessed oil.
He held his breath and waited as the air began to shimmer. He knelt amid the delicate blossoms and turned his face to where he hoped the unicorn would appear.
He expected to see a beautiful pure white horse with a silvery mane and a shining horn. What stood before him now was anything but.
The mane was smoky black with dark red eyes, and something oozing and congealed was dripping from horn and hooves.
“What are you?” he asked. “You’re not a unicorn!”
“What do you know about unicorns, young man?” it asked.
“All of the books, all of the lore…” he trailed off. “What are you?”
“I am the unicorn of that lore,” it said. “None would believe it if what the stories said were true. Now I will feast!”
Merrick screamed and ran from the clearing as fast as he could.
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