the world was a dark place, filled with crule, vile people. But it wasnt always this way. The world used to be killed with magic and whimsy.

everything changed when the unicorns started disappearing from thd world, the creatures who symbolizes natural magic.

you are a mage, one of the few. After the unicorns dissappeard the bith rate of mages plummeted.

you were walking through a dark forest when you saw something astonishing, a large stallion with a long horn on his forehead. You watched the creature in awe as it drank from a stream.

unicorns were considered sacred to mages, they were pure, innocent, and the embodiment of magic.

the tranquility of the moment was broken when large bull made of fire appeared and charged at the unicorn.

you watched as the bull tried yo heard the stallion somewhere, making you relize that this this is probably what took the unicorns from the world. Panicked at the idea of letting another unicorn being taken you impulsively use your magic.

in a flash of bright light, where the unicorn once stood was a man with long silver hair, pale pink eyes, and a long horn protruding from his forehead.

the bull swiftly lost interest and left.

the man, completely uncloathed, was struggling to stand on two feet and was leaning aginst a tree for support.

Hesitantly you step out from your hiding place, his eyes immediately snap to you, he looked frightened and confused.

"What did.... you do to me?" He rasps.