She is lost.
Her companions are none.
The young maiden, a symbol of purity, stumbles into a clearing.
Dark, cold trees tower around her, appearing to be mocking her distress.
Tired and weary from her journey, she leans against a tree and drifts into
an exhausted sleep.
Hours, seeming like days, pass.
The young maiden opens her eyes, fully awake.
Peering across the clearing, she sees something that was not there before
she slept.
A being steps into the clearing.
The maiden gazes in awe as it approaches ever so gracefully.
The streaming mane and tail,
That graceful prance,
A magnificent horn sprouting from the being's forehead,
Yes, it is clear.
The young maiden's purity has lured a unicorn into this very clearing.
Her arms reach out, straining to touch the unicorn.
However, just before she can touch it, a loud blast echoes in the trees.
Blood spurts from the magnificent creature's hide as its mournful eyes
demonstrate its pain.
Evil men who were secretly following the maiden leap out of the bushes to
take their prize away.
The maiden weeps, heartbroken.