Unicorn

The forest was lush and green that day in late spring. As the apple blossoms fell I saw a flash of white against the green. A unicorn stepped out from the foliage to greet me. Nervous at first I reach a hand out for it to inspect. It nuzzled my hand before dating away. I was able to grow crops twice as well that year, but I never saw the creature again.

— Meeting a Unicorn by Averleen Corswack

Unicorns are attracted to innocence but their motives are not always so pure.