{"id":171,"date":"2011-03-21T09:09:15","date_gmt":"2011-03-21T16:09:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marklidstone.com\/TheWriter\/?p=171"},"modified":"2011-03-21T10:48:58","modified_gmt":"2011-03-21T17:48:58","slug":"the-unicorn-killing-friends-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marklidstone.com\/TheWriter\/the-unicorn-killing-friends-6\/","title":{"rendered":"The Unicorn – Killing Friends 6"},"content":{"rendered":"

For Giselle Eves
\nPlace names credited to Candace Cormier
\n<\/em>
\nOnce upon a time, long before the human race, the world was populated by wonderful creatures. Creatures that, most of us, have only read about in story books and fairy tales. As the Earth aged, many of these mystical creatures died out, unable to adapt to the new, harsher, climate. This is the story of Giselle: the last unicorn.<\/p>\n

Giselle bathed in the warmth of the sun in Ahlamel Forest. The sun glistened off of her white coat, blonde mane and golden horn. Days like these had become all too rare. The sky was clear and a beautiful, pale green instead of the ugly blue colour that had seemed to appear more and more often. Giselle had learned to appreciate these days, but today, she could find no happiness.<\/p>\n

She was quickly roused from her rest when a towering shadow was cast over her. She looked up to see her friend Mark, the bear, staring down at her. His fur was dark and his shoulders broad.<\/p>\n

\u201cGiselle\u201d, he said, \u201cyou aren’t yourself today. Is something the matter?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Mark\u201d, she said, \u201cHow I envy you. You bears are so strong, you handle these changes so well. Your kind will be around for years to come. We unicorns are so delicate and fair, the harsh weather conditions are too much. Now, I am the only one of my kind left. It’s a loneliness you will never understand\u201d. <\/p>\n

Mark, the mighty bear, turned his head from her and rolled his eyes. <\/p>\n

\u201cIf that’s what worries you, Giselle, I have great news for you.\u201d Mark turned to face her. \u201cYou aren’t alone. There is another unicorn. His name is Ryan.\u201d<\/p>\n

Giselle looked up at her friend in disbelief. <\/p>\n

\u201cThe unicorn king? He is still alive?\u201d she asked. \u201cHow can that be?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d said Mark, \u201cIt’s not like you’ve actually gone looking for any other unicorns..\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe must find him\u201d, she interrupted, \u201cWhere is he? You must take me to him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, no\u201d replied Mark, \u201cFuck that. I’m not walking around this big ass kingdom, it’s hot as hell out here. I know some guys though, they will help you\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe must hurry, friend\u201d, she said, \u201cI must find him immediately\u201d.
\n
\n\u201cYo, Dogs\u201d, Mark roared, shaking the trees as he did. Before long, two large dogs, Chester and Dram, burst through the bushes and approached the giant bear. Their fur was short and matted. Mark bent over and scratched each one behind the ears. \u201c’Sup Dogs?\u201d, he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot much, not much,\u201d said Chester. \u201cTrying to survive this heat, you know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMost def\u201d, added Dram.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I hear you\u201d, said Mark, \u201cI look forward to that blue sky. Cool things down a little.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFo’ sho\u201d, said Dram. He sat down and scratched his neck with his hind leg. \u201cWhatchu need bear?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI’ve got a proposition for you two\u201d Mark replied signalling Giselle to join them. \u201cMy friend, Giselle, here would like to meet with the unicorn king\u201d. The two dogs eyed her up and down.<\/p>\n

\u201cUnicorns?\u201d asked Chester with uncertainty. \u201cI’m not too fond of unicorns. Too shiny\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, please Dogs, you have to help me\u201d, pleaded Giselle. \u201cWe are the last of our kind. If we don’t meet, our species will end\u201d.<\/p>\n

Dram pulled his friend aside.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know, Dog\u201d he said, \u201cI think we should do this\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Why?\u201d, asked Chester, \u201cYou know Mark isn’t going to give us shit for doing it. That bear is tighter than my..\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLook at it like this\u201d, interrupted Dram, \u201cThey are the last of the unicorns. True?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTrue, true..\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf we help them, we save their whole species\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo..\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you don’t think that deserves a bad ass reward?\u201d asked Dram, \u201cCome on, unicorns basically shit out wishes\u201d. <\/p>\n

Chester thought this over for a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright\u201d, he said \u201cI could go for that\u201d. <\/p>\n

The two friends made their way back to the unicorn and their one tonne companion.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay\u201d, said Dram, \u201cWe’re in\u201d<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

The trio embarked on their journey to find the unicorn king. It was not an easy one. First, they climbed Mount Evoriah, the tallest mountain in the kingdom. Afterwards, they swam across Lake Sundra, battling the monsters within it. Their journey came to a stop, though, when they reached the Emerald Wall.<\/p>\n

The Emerald Wall stretched as far as the eye could see and was guarded by a centaur. He stood tall and brave turning away anyone who requested passage through the gate. The three friends crossed the very narrow bridge towards him.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop right there\u201d, said the centaur, \u201cnone shall pass through this gate without first slaying me. Many have tried but none have succeeded and you are not even armed. Turn around now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease,\u201d said Giselle, \u201cyou must let us through. We are searching for the unicorn king. He is the only one of my kind left. I must be with him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUnicorn hey?\u201d asked the centaur. \u201cYou know, I’m mostly unicorn\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d said Dram, \u201cYou’re mostly centaur. Big difference\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d said the centaur, ignoring the dog, \u201cI have the right parts\u201d, he winked, \u201cif you know what I mean\u201d.<\/p>\n

Giselle rolled her eyes and looked away from the centaur. <\/p>\n

\u201cNot happenin’, bro\u201d said Chester.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright fine,\u201d said the centaur, \u201cI will only let you through if you can answer my riddle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA riddle?\u201d, asked Giselle.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d he answered, \u201cthat’s the only way to gain entrance anywhere in these mystical kingdom places. Hold on, I’ve got it here somewhere\u201d. The centaur fumbled through his satchel trying to find his riddle.<\/p>\n

While he was distracted, Chester crouched low to the bridge and crawled beneath the centaur’s legs to the door on the other side. He pushed it open and motioned for the others to follow. <\/p>\n

Dram crouched down and set off after his friend. Before Giselle could follow, the centaur looked up.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey,\u201d he cried, \u201cGet back over here\u201d. He tried to turn around to face the two dogs but the bridge was too narrow to properly move his legs. To turn his body around was impossible. All he could do was turn his head towards them and yell. Defeated, the centaur sighed. \u201cWell, you might as well go too\u201d, he said to Giselle.<\/p>\n

Giselle crouched under the centaur’s legs and crawled towards her friends.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey blondie,\u201d said the centaur, \u201cwhile you’re down there…\u201d, he winked at her. With a sigh, Giselle rammed her golden horn into the centaur’s leg causing him to scream and fall off of the bridge into the water below. They closed the door behind them.<\/p>\n

What Giselle saw on the other side of the wall caused her to weep uncontrollably. It was Ahlamel Forest. They were back where they had started.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don’t understand\u201d, said Giselle, \u201cHow is this possible?\u201d. The two dogs retreated in shame.<\/p>\n

\u201cHonestly,\u201d said Chester, \u201cWe had no idea where the hell we were going\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d asked Giselle.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d said Dram, \u201cwe were just kind of hoping to run into him somewhere. I mean, it’s not like he has a house or anything, he a fucking unicorn, he lives in the forest.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd if you haven’t noticed,\u201d said Chester, \u201cThis whole damn kingdom is a forest.\u201d <\/p>\n

Giselle began to sob. She feared she had been cursed. Was it her fate to be alone forever? It wasn’t long before a shaking in the trees caused her to look up. From it, emerged the most handsome unicorn she had ever seen. His coat was as white as hers and his main a dark brown. Giselle was taken back by the size of the horn standing atop his head. She had never seen one so big.<\/p>\n

\u201cMeh,\u201d said Chester, \u201cI’ve seen bigger\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cBarely average\u201d, added Dram.<\/p>\n

\u201cGiselle?\u201d asked the unicorn. She was overjoyed and moved to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u201d, she answered, \u201cI have been searching all over for you, Ryan\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I you, Giselle\u201d. The two unicorns nuzzled each other.<\/p>\n

\u201cYo, Dog,\u201d said Dram, \u201cThese guys are totally going to get it on\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cMos’ def\u201d said Chester. <\/p>\n

Giselle nuzzled Ryan’s neck and brushed her head along his back. Once she reached his midsection, she lowered her head and rammed her horn into his chest. Ryan screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground, wildly thrashing his legs while blood pooled on the ground. Giselle walked towards the terrified dogs.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u201d she said with a smile, blood dripping from her horn. \u201cNow<\/em>, I’m the last unicorn\u201d.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

For Giselle Eves
\nPlace names credited to Candace Cormier
\n<\/em>
\nOnce upon a time, long before the human race, the world was populated by wonderful creatures. Creatures that, most of us, have only read about in story books and fairy tales. As the Earth aged, many of these mystical creatures died out, unable to adapt to the new, harsher, climate. This is the story of Giselle: the last unicorn.<\/p>\n

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