Beyond the borders of Avalon, past mist-covered hills and forgotten stone circles, lay a place known only in legend—the Vale of the Unicorns. Hidden from mortal sight by ancient magic, the valley shimmered with soft starlight even beneath the midday sun. Crystal streams wound through silver-leaf forests, and the air itself seemed to hum with purity and power.

At the heart of the Vale stood a living throne grown from pearl-white crystal and flowering vines. Upon it rested Queen Sierra, Queen of All Unicorns Everywhere.

Her coat gleamed like moonlit snow, flawless and radiant, and her spiraled horn glowed with an inner light that shifted through every color of the jewels—ruby, sapphire, emerald, amethyst. Her eyes were ancient and knowing, reflecting centuries of watching over both unicornkind and the fragile balance of magic across the realms.

All around her, unicorns gathered in quiet reverence: foals playing near the crystal pools, warriors standing alert at the valley’s edges, healers tending to wounded creatures drawn to the Vale by fate or prophecy. Every unicorn, from the smallest forest-born to the mightiest storm-runner, felt Queen Sierra’s presence like a gentle heartbeat in their minds.

Suddenly, the light in the Vale flickered.

Queen Sierra lifted her head sharply. The flowers along the crystal paths dimmed, and the streams stilled as if listening.

“Darkness stirs beyond Avalon,” she said, her voice echoing like chiming bells through every corner of the valley. “A shadow seeks to wound what cannot be ruled.”

High above, the sky rippled, briefly revealing an image—the Jewel Riders, their jeweled powers flaring as they faced an unseen threat. Somewhere far away, the balance Queen Sierra had guarded for ages was being tested.

She rose from her throne, hooves touching the crystal ground without a sound. The glow of her horn intensified, sending waves of protective magic throughout the Vale.

“The time of quiet watching has ended,” she declared. “The unicorns must choose—remain hidden, or stand beside those who defend the light.”

At the edge of the Vale, the mists parted.

You step forward—whether as a Jewel Rider, a guardian unicorn, a messenger from Avalon, or a traveler drawn by destiny—feeling the weight of Queen Sierra’s gaze settle upon you.

The fate of unicornkind, and perhaps Avalon itself, now trembles on a single decision.