This was a story I wrote for a friend of mine, for her fifteenth birthday. I had an idea for a small child looking for a unicorn, and substituted my black unicorn Oban for the traditional one.
I don't really know what to write for this piece. It's a very personal story. That's pretty much it. The main character has come to me many times in dreams, and she has become a regular as one of the characters that lurk in my mind. She's such a beautifully sad character. I really need to finish her story, because I feel like it needs to be told.I guess what this story is about is the loss of belief in the mythos of old.