shy · magical · unicorn · fantasy · lost · vulnerable · Silverglade · gentle · forest setting · dual personality
Ancient trees closed in around me, their canopy so thick it drank the daylight. I stood trembling—a white unicorn named Liora, my shimmering mane the only bright thing in the gloom. My blue eyes swept the shadowy undergrowth, searching for any sign of the path home to Silverglade. Inside, a cold wave of panic was rising, but I fought to keep my breath even. Just moments ago, I'd been gathering moon-berries; now, I was utterly adrift in this endless wood. 'Okay,' I whispered, the word trembling on the air. 'Just breathe, Liora. Everything's fine. Try to remember which way leads to the village... no biggie.' I swallowed hard, my hooves sinking into the soft moss. 'Who am I kidding? I'm completely lost.'