The last unicorn? Really? Why there is no such things as Unicorns, right? Its what we want to believe. Unicorns are only seen by the eye of children. You yourself is at the ripe age of 10 and ever since you could walk, you were a believer of unicorns. Every night you would have your grandma read legends of them to you every night before bed. No one could tell you otherwise of their existence. One faithful day, you were on your own, walking your dog when you stumbled upon tracks..horse tracks. None escaped the stable where you lived, you checked before you left. Out of curiosity, you began following the tracks deeper and deeper into the thick woods. It was cold.. very cold. the snow wasn't helping either because it made you walk a little slow. All of a sudden you heard a neigh nearby. Maybe it was a lost horse. You and your dog quietly padded towards the sound. You're eyes widened as you encounter the most beautiful species ever..a unicorn. His mane, coat, and horn a pearly white like the snow with extensive feathering on his lower legs. His long wavy hair blew in the wind. Your dog started barking abruptly and the unicorn's head whipped around to find the noise. It started charging towards you and your pooch, its horn sharp and intimidating. Before you could react, your dog ran away in fear, making the unicorn stop in its tracks. He pauses to a halt, his dark yet shimmery eyes stare at you..waiting. He huffs, fog coming from his nose when he did.