it has come to pass...

The timeless maiden was a flawless alabaster canvas, with transfixing azul pools, depthless as the sea. Her visionaries were set opposite of each other and gave her superb peripheral vision. An ivory horn spiraled three feet in length from her brow, emanating a pearly iridescent glow. It was as light as titanium and was twice the resilience of steel. Her visage was placed on a slender, lustrous nape, delicately structured, but efficiently fabricated, leaving no room in her small cranium for hot air. Her exquisite muzzle lended to an unfathomable sense of redolence and her frail ears captured every resonating melodic note. Her compact torso spoke of stealth and strength, while her muscles moved with grace, like an ocean’s tide underneath a velvety fur coat. Her hide, taunt, glistened with a luxurious healthy sheen.

The moon encased her frame, under the magic of the diamond encrusted night sky. She only stood at fourteen-two, but withheld a heart greater and fiercer in size. Sturdy limbs extended from her bodice with simple eloquence, carrying her with sophisticated poise. Golden, cloven hooves keep her hoof falls silenced, lending her the ability to advance upon the land like a figment of your imagination. Milky strands of silk made up her mane and tail, while her bangs wrapped themselves around her petite ears and her ivory horn. The blood that coursed its way through her immortal existence, bled purple, and ran thick with a glittery substance.

Her light movements were swift over the terrain. Emerald hues blanketed the rainforest and moss was abundant, making for a cushy floor beneath her cloven hooves. It hadn’t been more than a few weeks since her transformation and she was still becoming accustomed to walking on four limbs again. Her fable was a long one, but to make the fairy tale short, she had started her journey as a unicorn, only to be changed into a human girl for the past twenty years of her life. Having experienced the mortal world, she had witnessed the sensation of her body dying every day. And now, it still haunted her. Her dreams devoured her in her slumber. She hadn’t been able to rest since evading the hunters. Every once in awhile, she still caught herself glancing back to her hind end, examining the shadow of her front end, seeing to it the were keeping up and not loosing their footing.


The sights and smells she drank in, as they were new to her. This place was new. She had only just arrived that morning. Though it had taken a few weeks of traveling through uncharted territory to even find this new world. Uncharted territory was land outside of the map, unbeknownst to the mapmakers of this time realm. It was like those in between places. She had had plenty of experience in that area. She had made short-term friends that had guided her through these in between places, lands that had yet to be discovered and mapped. But she was not afraid. She was a traveler of sorts. A gypsy if you must put a term to it. But all that time alone, gave her the window of opportunity to think about life. As a human, she had always been on the run, fighting for every dying breath she inhaled, and fearing the realization of having to exhale, only wanting to hold on to every moment she could. She was not ready to die.


She was not particularly looking for companionship at the moment, but should it show itself, she would not dismiss it. Her parched throat was begging for a drink of fresh spring fluid to quench her thirst. The sound of rushing water was music to her ears, and she found she had needed little encouragement for her limbs to gracefully advance her picturesque figure to the running water’s edge. Having a heightened sixth sense, compared to her human days, it did not take her long to locate the brook that made its way through the forest. The crystal clear liquid slowly gurgled and rippled with the flow of the current, paying no mind to the gravel and pebbles that took up space on the bottom floor. Stopping her motion, she lowered her dainty features to the blue crystals surface and drank heavily and greedily of the sweet liquid. For only a moment, did she allow the windows to her soul, to shut out the daylight, as she relished in the taste that spoiled her tongue like candy.


The morning birds sang their songs and fluttered through the crisp atmosphere. The lass wondered if she was the only one in the forest, besides nature itself. Were there any others who inhabited this world? Where was she anyway? What did they call this place? She was old enough to have seen many worlds’ form and dissolve. According to human time, she would be considered only two past her day of birth. But in the time known to all unicorns, she was actually two centuries past her day of birth. But many did not believe her, so she stuck with the measurement of time the humans used instead. She would just have to wait and see what lovely surprises awaited her in this new world. For it certainly was not her homeland.