The Quest for the Unicorn

She followed the trail into the sacred glade, where he stood waiting in the moonlight...

AI Art prompted by Catherine Knee

Kylara’s kin loved the stone working of the city and its smooth grey security, but she spent much of her time outside of the confines of the stone city, revelling in the disorderly greens of the forest. She savoured every whistle and chirp, and every turn of leaf and scurry of creatures. And so it was that when she saw the crystalline white hair, it was a glaring beacon, summoning her breathlessly forth.

 A unicorn hair! Truly? A unicorn in the forests?

 Kylara felt her breath deepen with a thrill born of realisation of the impossible. Thanking her foresight in retaining her purity, she knew she had a chance of finding and meeting this most elusive beast of all time.

It took weeks of searching after finding the first bewitching hair, weeks of keeping her quest secret, weeks of unrequited anticipation until one night, Kylara knew right from her core that she would find him that very night. She prepared herself with particular care, before sneaking out to the forest again, knowing that her family would disapprove, as always.  Before too long she found the clue she sought. It was no more than a smudge in the soil, yet as distinctive to her as any other partial hoof print would be. Kylara touched the earth, running her fingers through the scuffed soil.

He has passed here, and not too long ago. I knew it! I will find him this night for certain!

The sacred white beast had passed here not too long previously, and Kylara’s pupils dilated in anticipation.

Kylara followed the direction of the path; one that went to a sacred glade, the one in which the Spring of Nelinadon ran through. She knew the path well and walked with the stealth that years of tracking had lent to her delicate feet. As Kylara approached the glade, she slowed her pace and controlled her breathing, so it was one with the light wind in the treetops. She blended into the night and her scent, as soft as it was, gave no alert, being washed downwind with the soft breeze.

A single horn, carved more perfectly by divinity than the finest marble in the inner city, glistened in the moonlight before her rapt gaze. Muscles rippled in his chest and neck as he raised his head, scenting and sensing Kylara. His eyes were as silver as Kylara’s hair that was concealed beneath her cloak and more silver than her tunic that was darkened by the midnight blue fabric covering her.

 Kylara reached to the fastening of her cloak and softly released the clasp allowing it to slither down, catching it deftly in one hand. Her hair was worn loose and reached to mid-calf, and her tunic flickered gently shimmering in the full moon, a vision akin the lunar Goddess herself.

The stallion snorted and pawed the ground, staring at Kylara, who was just within the trees. His muscles tightened ready for flight, and the air kissed his mane and tail, blowing them softly as it flickered across the tops of the ankle height grass.

 Kylara knew patience. She folded her cloak with deliberate movements and placed it on the ground just inside the glade. Wearing no weapon other than a silver jewel encrusted ceremonial dagger she stepped further into the light so that the stallion could see her hands were clear.

 The unicorn drew in the air through widened nostrils. The silver creature was downwind of him, and snorted and breathed her in until he determined for certain that she was uninitiated. Satisfied as to her purity he stepped to the side a little in order to see her fully. He looked to her kirtle for the customary bejewelled dagger worn by maidens. He stared hard and whickered, but made no further move, neither to approach, nor to gallop off into the ether.

Knowing what he sought from the many tales she had read, Kylara moved forward slightly, shifting her weight to allow the moonlight to reflect off the dagger that she expected the stallion sought. It was sufficient. The regal unicorn snorted and tossed his head and stood firm, certain not to bolt.

 Kylara watched but made no move towards the stallion. She would not risk startling him, for to be near a unicorn was of unparalleled honour and she would not ruin the opportunity. Kylara dropped her cape onto the grass, and sank gracefully down onto it, waiting. She drew a small comb out of her side pocket and began to brush out her hair, singing a soft coaxing song, a tune filled with haunting melancholy, untainted by enchantment.

 The stallion tossed his head, flicking his mane and rolling his eyes slightly and stepped a quarter pace forward. Whilst Kylara ignored him and continued to comb her hair, the unicorn observed her actions with curiosity.

 The task of combing done, the creature had moved three paces closer to her,  still being ignored by the svelte woman. He pawed the ground, slightly confused, yet ready to flee at a moment’s ill-made gesture on her part. The magnificent unicorn was most unused to being ignored. Normally he was chased and hunted, or wooed by women, yet this silver creature was apparently not interested in him at all. In fact, she regarded him as though he were as unimportant as the squirrels and mice. His eyes rolled as he pondered this unlikely fact and sidled even closer.

 Kylara replaced her comb and took something else out of her pocket. It was a dainty morsel from the stables of her father’s most valuable mare. She placed on the grass to the side of her cloak, its scent a gentle hint of temptation. The stallion was as delighted with the smell as he would have been with a charm spell, if charm spells worked on unicorn, which he believed they did not. He moved slowly and cautiously, closer and closer, pawing the soft earth occasionally and snorting wisps of smoky breath into the cool night air.

 Kylara half turned her back to the unicorn as he came forward the last few paces, holding her breath, eyes down cast, being as non-threatening as possible. As the stallion reached Kylara, he sniffed the morsel she had placed on the cloak and picked it up with velveteen lips.

Kylara smiled a satisfied smirk, but was suddenly nudged hard enough to almost knock her headlong. She regained her balance, turned her head and looked directly into the eyes of the stallion. Kylara barely restrained a gasp.

 Oh, he wants more, the greedy little so and so!

Moving slowly, Kylara carefully handed him another morsel from her pocket, laying it flat on her hand. He sniffed it, and her hand, before taking it from her. Kylara breathed in his scent and half closed her eyes in pleasure, his proximity was overpowering, his aura engulfed her.

 "Tarsha," the thought came into her head. She cast a slightly startled look at the stallion.

 Oh! That’s his name! He just told me his name!

 He bowed to her with a flourish, one foreleg extended, the other tucked under his belly as he introduced himself. Kylara beamed, she was honoured indeed! Very cautiously, Kylara extended her hand but was almost reluctant to touch the creature of rare beauty before her. Tarsha gave a soft whinny and leaned into her hand, and Kylara shivered with the jolt of his power as it coursed through her being. Almost mesmerised by his beauty, Kylara stroked his neck.

 Tarsha was enchanted by this silvery shimmering woman, whom he now thought to be more beautiful than the Goddess of the Moon herself. He crouched right down beside Kylara, his body lying alongside hers, and she looked at him, not understanding. He turned his head back around to her and nudged her and when she still did not comprehend, he swung his head such that he nudged her hard enough to knock her off balance onto him. Kylara leaned her arm over Tarsha’s back, and he tossed his head vigorously in agreement. It had been many, many years since he had carried a beautiful virgin and he grew impatient for her.

 Kylara laughed softly and slid onto Tarsha’s back, and he was so eager he almost toppled her as he rose in great haste. Kylara clutched at the thick mane along Tarsha’s powerfully arched neck as he took off, galloping through the trees with Kylara astride him. Kylara’s eyes streamed and her breath shortened, she was lost beyond the boundaries of decent pleasure. She lost track of time before she realised they had finally circled around and were back in the glade. Kylara slid off Tarsha’s back and fell to her knees in gasping exhaustion, her dishevelled hair falling over her face as she bowed her head in gratitude, almost in worship.

Tarsha lay down beside Kylara, contentedly snorting and snuffling in her hair, his satisfied eyes shone with pleasure then, suddenly, widened in shock. The shock was frozen onto his exquisitely marbled face as he unexpectedly breathed his last.

 Kylara’s lap silvered with the warm blood of the unicorn. She sighed in the fulfilment of total ecstasy, and she cradled his head lovingly. The great beast died instantly in Kylara’s arms, his blood pouring past her dagger and into her lap. It gradually dripped onto the ground, the shining stain of treachery spilling into the Glade of the Goddess in silent reproach.

 Inspiration

I wrote this so long ago that the original spark has long since faded, but what remains clear is the theme that carried it. This story sits firmly in the space between beauty and deception. It explores how something that appears rare, pure, and almost divine can draw you in so completely that you stop questioning your own intent.

There is a particular kind of betrayal that does not come from malice in the obvious sense, but from desire, from wanting something so badly that you convince yourself of your right to it. That is where this story lives. It is not about a sudden act of cruelty, but about a slow and deliberate crossing of a line that once would have seemed unthinkable.

The moment of impact is not loud. It is quiet, almost reverent, and that is what makes it more unsettling. When something beautiful is destroyed in stillness, the weight of it lingers far longer.

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Summary

A dark fantasy short story by Catherine Knee exploring deception, desire, and betrayal within a mythic encounter between woman and unicorn.