~ THE TALE OF THE UNICORN BRETHREN, PT. 1 ~
In the beginning was the Horn. And the Horn knew that it was—not just good; it was
One bright sunny day, the Horn deigned to fashion an equestrian mammal to ferry itself around.
And the Horn planted itself into the horse's forehead, and at that moment, history was written.
This ultimate being came into existence, and this being became known as THE FIRST UNICORN.
And all of the other beasts of the ground and fowl of the air paid homage to this glorious beast.
It came to pass that evil came into the world, and thus the mighty Unicorn wept with jealousy.
Not jealousy of evil, but jealousy of the world before evil entered it. Yes, it was a paradox, but
that kind of detail did not matter to The Unicorn. And so he wept freely and without any shame.
And it also came to pass that a strange race known only as the Covenant rained down from the
skies in metal birds, carrying flaming swords and destroying all in their path. And thus, much of
what the Unicorn knew and loved came to be destroyed. In righteous anger, the mighty Unicorn
decided to recreate the world in a flash of brilliance. And thus, the Unicorn Brethren came to be.
The Unicorn Brethren fought the Covenant with with own horns (not Horns, for there is only one
true Horn, which rests with the One True Unicorn), and though for a time it appeared that they
might fall before the mighty onslaught of the evil Covenant, they eventually found ways in which
to begin to fight back against the Dark Race of the Unknown. Behold, they created the MJOLNIR.
And the MJOLNIR was strong, nigh impenetrable, and the Unicorn Brethren wore it and fought the
Covenant gallantly. But their numbers dwindled in the absence of the One True Unicorn. For that
blessed being had withdrawn himself, to the Fortress of the Inner Horn, and had shielded all the
innocents from the wake of destruction that the Covenant visited upon them. And so, they wept.
But then one pointed to the sky (with his horn of noble honour), and neighed so that others might
listen, and take heart. For an entirely new regiment of Unicorn Warrior Brethren poured forth from
a rift in the sky, chanting with vigor and full of life. As their manes swayed in the mighty wind, the
sky grew dark with horror. The Covenant had amassed as one. Would the brave Unicorns survive?
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.One bright sunny day, the Horn deigned to fashion an equestrian mammal to ferry itself around.
And the Horn planted itself into the horse's forehead, and at that moment, history was written.
This ultimate being came into existence, and this being became known as THE FIRST UNICORN.
And all of the other beasts of the ground and fowl of the air paid homage to this glorious beast.
It came to pass that evil came into the world, and thus the mighty Unicorn wept with jealousy.
Not jealousy of evil, but jealousy of the world before evil entered it. Yes, it was a paradox, but
that kind of detail did not matter to The Unicorn. And so he wept freely and without any shame.
And it also came to pass that a strange race known only as the Covenant rained down from the
skies in metal birds, carrying flaming swords and destroying all in their path. And thus, much of
what the Unicorn knew and loved came to be destroyed. In righteous anger, the mighty Unicorn
decided to recreate the world in a flash of brilliance. And thus, the Unicorn Brethren came to be.
The Unicorn Brethren fought the Covenant with with own horns (not Horns, for there is only one
true Horn, which rests with the One True Unicorn), and though for a time it appeared that they
might fall before the mighty onslaught of the evil Covenant, they eventually found ways in which
to begin to fight back against the Dark Race of the Unknown. Behold, they created the MJOLNIR.
And the MJOLNIR was strong, nigh impenetrable, and the Unicorn Brethren wore it and fought the
Covenant gallantly. But their numbers dwindled in the absence of the One True Unicorn. For that
blessed being had withdrawn himself, to the Fortress of the Inner Horn, and had shielded all the
innocents from the wake of destruction that the Covenant visited upon them. And so, they wept.
But then one pointed to the sky (with his horn of noble honour), and neighed so that others might
listen, and take heart. For an entirely new regiment of Unicorn Warrior Brethren poured forth from
a rift in the sky, chanting with vigor and full of life. As their manes swayed in the mighty wind, the
sky grew dark with horror. The Covenant had amassed as one. Would the brave Unicorns survive?
