Dreams
“I would never bring harm to a gift from the Sun God, such as you. I am truly sorry to cause either of you any alarm.”
“You are not like other humans,” Artimous stated and questioned lightly.
Daemon gasped, “You can speak?” The shock took over him all at once. When he had heard him before he hadn't realized that it was the unicorn in front of him now, that had spoken.
“Yes, a gift from the Moon Goddess.”
“Oh!” Daemon exclaimed. “And to your question, no, I am not like other humans. I am Daemon, Prince of Perithian.”
Artimous bowed his head then replied, “Pleasure to make you acquaintance, then, sire.”
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