TWENTY-NINE
Time seemed to slow down, for which Melitta was deeply grateful. She ducked out of the way, hearing her tunic tear as the unicorn's horn raked its way through it. Her skin burned, and she knew she been grazed by the beast, too. She ran to the only structure she could see – the well. Putting the stone circle between her and the beast, she dared to turn around to see how close it was. Only to discover that the unicorn still stood beside the tree where she had been standing, only moments earlier. Melitta crept around the well, in order to get a better view of the beast. Her mouth dropped open in surprise.
In trying to impale her, the unicorn had in fact pinned itself to the tree with its own horn. Try as it might to yank itself free, the beast was stuck. Fearing that it might f
