Dreams

Around her neck hung a silver, full moon pendant in honor of the Moon Goddess, in all of her grace and beauty, reigning over the seas. Around her revealed right ankle was a gold pendant of the Sun God, his majestic presence reigning over the forests and lands. Her long, straight, pure white hair hung to the small of her back and tucked behind her pointed ears, opening her perfect face. Her high cheekbones accented her large, bright eyes, her left eye of dark emerald green and her right eye of deep, royal blue. A slender nose ran down to lush red lips. In her Cion-made clothing with her perfectly tan complexion and tone muscle structure, she stood tall upon the cliff's edge. Her top was light tan and wrapped around her bust while her skirt was fixed high on her right hip.

A beautiful, white unicorn strolled up next to her, standing majestically to her left; his bright green eyes were piercing against his brilliant white fur. His name was Artimous; he was the leader of all unicorns and creatures of the forests. He was unlike any other unicorn though, for he could speak in a language that was understood by all. His slender horse-like body stood tall and proud gazing into the distance off of the cliff. His straight, smooth, soft, shiny mane flowed below his neck and his lion-like tail thin and long, with a small patch of fur at the tip. He had small socks of hair just above his hooves, which were as white as snow. Just above his stunning green eyes stood a long, twisted golden horn.

To Laylan's right, stood a man with long, dark brown hair that was straight and reached the middle of his back. His eyes of light crystal blue shown deep yet light and his lips of a soft delicate pink gave him an exotic appearance. Though he may have looked like a man at first glance, he was not a man at all, but an elf. His pointed ears lingered half-covered, all but the tips that seemed to part the hair that lay upon them. His smooth robe of dark blue with gold trim along the edge hugged his strong yet fragile frame and stopped at the middle of his backside. His pants of the same deep blue hung somewhat loosely on his legs. His posture was straight and proud, as he stood beside Laylan. His name was Greagan, and he was the leader of all of the elves in Cion. He had been named so long before they all had come to Cion. He had earned the right to remain so for his persistence in getting everyone here, to their home, many years before.

As they all stood still a tiny woman with wings flew over and landed on Laylan's right shoulder. She stood only six inches tall, but with grace and beauty. Her bright red hair was vibrant against Laylan's own pure white. Her eyes were bright green and her small lips were a light delicate pink that were barely visible against her fair complexion. Her name was Ivy. Her womanly figure was dressed with exotic leaves from her home, which was the very tree that all fairies called home.

They all stood still in silence, with the breeze blowing gently in their faces. Suddenly, there was a noise behind them, and they all turned slowly to face and welcome their visitor.