A/N: Please review it, any grammar mistakes. I don't know if it's good or not, but it's just the beginning. Chapter 1 gets kind of ridiculous though, because the tone of this story is so serious... ok nvm go ahead a read.

In dedication to my best friend Morgan, struck with Macrophage Syndrome. I hope this brings happiness and hope to her and all my readers.

Prologue is nonfictional, the rest is fictional!

Prologue

“Lynn…have you ever believed that there is a different world out there?”

“Well sure I do…wait, what do you mean a different world?”

“Like…a different dimension connected to our world. Totally different from ours…”

“...Yeah, I sometimes do…”

They say unicorns don’t exist. The books, the encyclopedias, the scientists, the teachers, the lawyers, heck the President of the United States! The Merriam Webster Online Dictionary defines unicorn as “a mythical animal generally depicted with the body and head of a horse, the hind legs of a stag, the tail of a lion, and a single horn in the middle of the forehead”! People with such logical sense would say that it only figuratively exists in the human imagination and that it is impossible for it to exist in definite form.

Perhaps I have gone mad with these “mystical” creatures in a sense that people will think I’m mad for horses. Perhaps we are just all crazy in our own sense that we even site the unicorn appearance in Greek and Medieval times. Perhaps that these creatures would one day appear out of nowhere and change the course of history in my life…and Morgan’s.

Everything was perfectly fine due to the fact that after I moved to Gold-Asian California that everything went escalating up and down for my best friend. The world just had put her on the roller coaster and drive her up and down at 112 miles per hour. Next thing I know our contact of distance increased the bonds of friendship as well as increase the distress and alarming mishaps in life. I was out West doing Asian dances, styles and many of the crazy stupidity of nerdiness that was quite typical in a nearly all Asian school while my friend became sickened to the point that she was in the hospital nearly every week. The long postponement of email, snail mail, and telephone calls increased to a point where I never sure when to call her. At irregular intervals, she would inform me of her condition, reassuring me that she was fine taking fifteen pills a day including steroids and an injection after each breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Yet what continuously drove her and me (in a way) was the connection of that other world…of unicorns.