Rapidly, the unicorn glides through the gloomy forest, leaving trails of sparkles behind it as it passes a white, icy lake. Stomping on the ground it gallops energetically towards the tiny village, which seems so insignificent in comparison to the majestic beauty of the unicorn. It’s horn glows brightly like a angelic, golden lance against the pitch black darkness. Trees turn their roots just to look at the beast, flowers grow to the sky to get a glimpse of it. When the unicorn comes, nothing seems the same. The abandoned castle by contrast seems like a magnet to thunder, dragging billowing dark clouds towards it. The blue tips of the castle now seem like a blackened, ripped tent.The unicorn, unphased, and unconcerned sped towards the ruined citadel neighing raucously, it’s mind whirring. as it considers its next destination. Only the unspeaking walls of the stronghold and the mute trees can say where the unicorn dwells now.