Never Let A Unicorn Scribble の小説・ストーリー

she whispered, I hardly heard her answer. I smiled gently “Unicorns are my favorite! Do you think I could draw one with you too?” For a moment Lilliana just stared at me. I could almost hear my heartbeat because of the silence of the room. Then without any word, she pushed a blank sheet of paper towards me along with crayons. I feel relieved after that cause I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

Gryphon flies down in front of the crowd, and they all stare in fascination. I ask, “Gryphon, we have a girl who would like to know if unicorns exist.” Gryphon chuckles, “Yes, they are real, but they don’t live on your Earth. They would all be killed, so I protect them.” Then he whistles and four unicorns fly in with four pegasi. There was a huge round of applause, and the girls were asking to pet them.

I opened my eyes and turned to see a majestic beast cutting between the trees, her white coat catching the light and giving her a soft glow like mother of pearl, her long main flowing, her tail swinging in the air, her twisted horn shiny and silver in the sunlight. “A unicorn?” Nuthatch stammered as the creature stopped next to me in the clearing. I couldn’t help but reach over and stroke her coat. She nuzzled against my hand. It would be a shame to have to make her go away, but could I really keep a unicorn? “You said whatever I wanted,” I reminded him. The unicorn whinnied, rubbing against my shoulder, indicating she wanted her nose stroked more. I obliged. “But… but… that’s impossible,” h

With all the stress and unreliable response ever since she came to this world, add up causes her anger to burst out. Bling Bling and Pom Pom immediately became silent, not daring to speak out again. Su Lan took a deep breath and went into the house, flopped down on the sofa and closed her eyes. After three minutes she got up from the sofa. She went into her room and got her paint, canvas, and easel. She headed back to the living room and started sketching and painting. After 3 hours she finally calmed down. She had painted a really realistic fire unicorn in it. If one didn’t know they would think it was alive. It looks exactly like the unicorn outside. The unicorn looked majestic, angry, and

“I thought this was lost forever.” “Seems it isn't now,” Marcus said. He gave me a small nod and quietly stepped outside, closing the door behind him to give me privacy. I opened the journal slowly. Most of the pages were filled with rough sketches done in charcoal and ink. Herbs I had studied. The gentle curve of the stream where I used to fish. The old oak tree that stood guard near the healing cottage. A little wooden wolf carving. And Eirlys. Page after page after page of her.

"How can I learn? My grandma is dead and no human left alive knows magic. Can you teach me? Can you teach me unicorn magic?" Queen Ursa continues to trot beside me, as Cody continues to march on. "A unicorn teach a human magic? It's never been done before. No human has asked before. Not that it's impossible. Well we can try. Usually when unicorns teach each other magic our horns touch, but you don't have a horn you have hands. I suppose that will have to do. Alright Lucia, I accept. I will try to teach you but be warned I don't know if it will hurt, make you sleepy, or what else. Go on then put your hand out and get off Cody. Let's step away from everyone else."

A unicorn appeared, prancing gracefully among the flowers that bloomed along the rainbow. Bliss’s bunny came to life too, transforming into a mischievous bunny magician, hopping from one brushstroke to another, adding tiny sparks of magic to their masterpiece. Time seemed to lose its meaning as they painted, their laughter and creativity intertwining. They danced to the rhythm of their imaginations, bringing the canvas alive with their shared joy. Finally, when their masterpiece was complete, Celiza and Bliss sat back, their breaths catching at the sight before them. They had created a world where anything was possible—a world of magic, love, and boundless creativity.

Rhea stared at the ribbon. A memory rose gently, almost too painful to breathe through. A child crying in the Luna corridor after her first partial shift, ashamed because her claws had torn her sleeve and frightened the younger servants. Rhea had tied a black ribbon around the girl’s wrist and told her that strength was not ugliness, and control took time. The child had stopped crying long enough to ask whether Lunas ever made mistakes. Every day, Rhea had told her. Now that same child stood before her, uncertain and brave, holding out a ribbon her mind could not explain.

"We can't decide not to give it a try just because the scroll doesn't say the horn can save a lycan. We have to try." "I know Kalista, but it isn't just that," Salem shook her head. "The unicorn is a mythical creature. The last of its kind went into hiding years ago, and no one has caught a glimpse of it ever since. Even if we decide to embark on a journey to find a unicorn, we have no idea where we would start. We can't search the entire realm. It's impossible." It took a while before Salem's words registered in Kalista's mind. She took a dejected step back, shaking her head in denial.

I said moving closer to where she was,s she didn't have to reply cause I saw the drawings seated at her table, they were excellent. There was a carving of a wolf and a baby and another with a wolf and a little girl and the last one she was still working on had a wolf and a young lady, if looked closely you would see that these drawings looked alike in appearance both the girls and the wolves. “ you drew all these?” “Yea, h I can't remember where I learned how to nor where I saw these images” I took the drawings and stared at them for a while and realized it was a trilogy, the different stages of both their lives like they were growing together.