Chapter 23
"It's a unicorn!" One of the guards exclaimed, wonder coating his voice.
"But - there has not been a unicorn in this forest in the past one thousand years." The second guard said, as if speaking to himself.
The elderly dryad took two steps towards the creature, the Ork pressed close to his chest once more. "Every thousand years, a unicorn appears on its own in the forest. It comes with good luck and good tidings."
He stepped closer to the creature with a reverent awed look on his face. Lifting one of his hands, he petted its head. It was a massive thing, all white and beautiful to look at, it's long horn glistening. It's flank rippled with energy and the hair on its body was blindingly stark and white against the darkness of the forest.
It was too beautiful for words, eve
