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Posted on May 23, 2010 at 09:03:38 AM by e w a n
 Like corporeal moonlight, the unicorn streaked in a glittering blaze around the castle, having stopped only twice in the past few hours to catch it's misted breath. The weary fairies it passed knew little of the creature's troubles - the ill controlled their wheezing long enough to stare wide-eyed at a bit of magic they never predicted they'd live long enough to see, malnurished babies ceased their sobbing to coo in wonder at it's shining, it's own source of light in the dark, dank stone corridors. But the unicorn was obvilious to all of this. For the unicorn was really a tousle-haired little boy with gold-flecked eyes. A boy who for the last two weeks had been on a mission. The unicorn form was the smartest choice, it enabled him to cover more ground at much faster speeds then his own skinny body allowed. Even though still coltish, due to his young age, the unicorn was swift and silent as the creep of the rising moon and beyond the longing gazes of fairies who happened to glance up in the fleeting second he passed, it was able to slip through the crowded halls without incident. Unfortunately, the chaos going on within the caged walls of the castle combined with his frantic speed made it difficult to spot his quary. Eventually all the faces seemed to blur together, each one after the next leaving him more disheartened, more vulnerable to the panic tightening over his heart like a fist. He debated whether to back track or make another round of a different wing, wondering perhaps if his target was also in motion which was why they kept missing each other. He refused to let the nagging fear that whispered his target was no where to found because it had ceased to exist take hold just yet. As long as the castle served as Shaman's unwilling cage, he would not stop searching. Everyone who could had moved into a flurry of motion trying to obey his father's laws of survival and he would do his part by continuing to look for the missing and unaccounted for. One in particular. He took his third rest at a crossroads somewhere deep in the east wing, the pale hazy sunlight filtering through the ash outside to spark his hide silver-white. He snorted, dipping his horned head thoughfully as he pondered his next move. Back to the main north arm of the castle, or perhaps up to the barricks? He'd combed every inch of the castle in the month he'd been trapped, but with it's daunting size, in the chaotic stampeding and disorder they could have very well passed each other in paralelling halls. He did not however, expect the slim young man to emerge from the shadows at that moment at the opposite end of the narrow corrider. Ewan nickered softly, unable for a moment to believe his good forture as he stared with the dark unicorn eyes at the lanky boy yet unaware of his presence. Then in a burst of adrenaline, he rushed, hooves clattering on the stone and echoing most thunderously. At the last moment, he skidded in an attempt to brake, teal horn aimed at the other fairy's chest and would have gone straight through had he not shifted in a blink of an eye and landed most unceremoniously in the boy's arms. "Freya! Freya, it's me," he panted up at the older sprite, realizing with a small frown that there would have been no way to know that the rapidly approaching unicorn with horn lowered in it's charge could possibly be a friend. "Erm, sorry," Ewan added hastily, already gripping Freya's upper arms in his urgency to enlist a commrade in his quest. "You've got to help me, though. Have you seen her? She's got black hair down to here, and black eyes. Not like yours and mine, all the way black. And pale skin. And a raven! She's always got her raven with her," the boy spilled, each sentence tumbling faster then the last. The worry lines on his face could not have been etched deeper. "I don't know if she made it, especially if she couldn't use her familiar to see after the second curse. Please help me. I've just got to find her," he begged rather desparately. these woods are lovely, dark and deep but I have promises to keep image by circaagirl@deviantart
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