U – Unicorn

My Theme this April is “My Muse Says…”

The Story Spark for this story was Year of the Fire Horse.

The writing prompt I took was – Tell a story about a horse named Blaze.

The following is what my muse said I should write.

U – Unicorn

(Part 1 of 4 of The Unicorn and Me)

Her name is Blaze. Once you looked at her in the eyes, you knew exactly why she should be called that. 

She had an aura of strength. She had eyes of a seer of truth. She had the build of one who is destined to endure, with her powerful muscles that would guide her to success. She was an individual of grace, loyal to those who not only believed in her but also allowed her to be free. She was unique.

When I first came across her, she was standing in a field of grass. The sun shone behind her, highlighting her head. My jaw dropped.

I was expecting to see a free-roaming horse. I was expecting to see one similar to the other horses I have seen in this field.

I was stunned when the light reflected off the single horn that protruded from the top of her head. It was straight, with a spiral of color adorning it. It was golden.

These animals were myths. They were stories of folklore and legend. They did not exist. 

Yet there she stood. Proud and strong. A Unicorn.

And she did not run from me. We looked into each other’s eyes and immediately bonded. She was one of a kind, and I guess, being somewhat of a loner, I was one of a kind also. The difference being, she was the last of her kind, whereas I was not.

As I approached this unicorn, it bowed its head at me. Then took off faster than I had ever seen an animal run. She wasn’t scared. She appeared pleased to have found a kindred spirit. She circled the field we were in and then abruptly stopped, turned to me, and came back to face me, again bowing her head. 

The look in her eyes was entrancing, as if she was imploring me to join her, to help her, to ride her to where we were needed.

She clearly had a story to tell. And, I was to be part of it. We needed to move quickly, which is why I named her Blaze. 

Without any hesitation, I leaped up on her back, held on to her mane, and let her take the story and me to where it was supposed to go. 

To be Continued in V – The Visit