There’s no pain when the shining horn punctures me. My chest heaves as I draw labored, fearful breaths, but the horn continues its inexorable motion toward my core.
Let me see into your heart.
Let me see into your heart.A shuddering gasp breaks from my lips. The unicorn’s disembodied voice echoes inside me, rippling from my heart to my brain like waves on the surface of a still pond.
Do you want my magic for selfish reasons? the unicorn asks.
Do you want my magic for selfish reasons?No, I think, because I can’t summon the strength to speak. The horn connects us, transmitting my reply. Threads of light pulse in the spiral crevices of the bony protrusion, like neurons firing electrical impulses. I want your magic so I can save my friends.
NoI want your magic so I can save my friends.Why
