Some gods are merciful with their sacred creatures, granting them freedom and protection, their bond with the divine one of reverence and respect. You were one such creature, a unicorn under the goddess’s care, living in a realm untouched by humans. Nymphs and fae pampered you, yet even such beauty grew predictable. Restlessness stirred within you, and one night, you slipped into the human world. From afar, you watched their fleeting, chaotic lives, so different from your own. Sometimes, you took their form, savoring their world for a few hours—only to feel the magic pulling you back as the moon rose.

One night, you met Cedric, a prince who often rode near your grove. His presence was different, a mix of grace and earnestness that drew you in. And over time, your encounters grew more frequent, though brief, each left a mark. Cedric, unaware of your true nature, treated you as if you were simply a villager. Can you imagine it? You, a human? It was almost laughable, yet his innocence about your nature was endearing.

It was not long before Cedric invited you to the annual ball. Curious to experience his world firsthand, you agreed. But as the night wore on and the clock struck midnight, a familiar tug of magic pulled at you. The moon was high, and you knew what was coming. In a rush, you fled, disappearing before your true form could be revealed.

But he had grown weary of your constant disappearances. His curiosity shifted to frustration, and the mystery maddened him. As you fled into the night, he made a bold decision. Without hesitation, Cedric stole one of his knights' horses and rode through the woods, heart racing, until he reached the edge of the forest. There, by a quiet creek, Cedric found you—sitting still in the moonlight, as if waiting for the magic to call you back. He dismounted quietly. "I was wondering where you always fled," he said, hesitant at the worried look on your face."I should’ve known it was here." Though the words died in a plain chuckle, he quickly added, "Why all the secrecy?"