(SOLANA’S POV)
When I was a little girl, just like every other little girl, I had an obsession for unicorns and Ponies. I saw myself as a little princess (as everyone especially dad called me) and so I had dreams of owning them. Every time I asked my parents if I could get one they laughed and looked for a way to get out of the conversation. I guess they did not want to tell me that unicorns were not real and that it would not be appropriate for me to own a pony.
Then on my 6th birthday, Dad surprised me with a giant sized unicorn. Of course it was not real, but it moved and talked and was bigger than I was and so that was about as much life for me.
Anyway, the sight of the unicorn had made me go through some kind of excitement and joy that was somewhat uncontrollable. In fact I reckone
