Warped Concept Of Love 101

All our characters love a lot. In fact, most of them love more than they should.

The Dragon depicted his love through his fire. That was all he had, and he spread it widely. Never held it back. But just because he loved the Unicorn, does not mean that his way was right. Any amount of love would never justify what he did as right. It was wrong. But it was understandable.

Wifey loved and she showed. But she expected. Wifey would expect for you to love her back just as much as she did. And she would expect it back it her own way. And if you don’t give love to her parents and her? Then you in for a real treat. It is usually a great spectacle. You would never sense as much tension in the silence as you would when she would be angry. In ways, she was just as irrational as the Dragon. But it was still him who was spit upon.

The Dwarf loved. Poor child, he loved and didn’t get any back in return. He got love from Wifey. But the Dragon detested this, and soon even started detesting him. How could he detest his own child? The Unicorn couldn’t love the Dwarf, but that was a different thing altogether.

As for our Unicorn? Love was the biggest thing in his life. If you were to know him through and through, the first thing you would have to know was his love, for love.

‘Where do we learn how to love?’ said the Whispering Tree, to a young Unicorn with a gaping open mouth.

The mouth never recovered, because the child knew nothing about it.

‘Your parents’ the Tree said, replying to its own question.

The Unicorn was a child, but at that point, he realized that the two individuals in this world who were biologically meant to love him? They couldn’t love him either. So why would anyone?

But what the Whispering Tree never told him, what the Tree hid in his roots was,

The Unicorn loves and will love more than any creature in the land.

He did not know what it was, but he gave it away like it was nothing.

And with all his other faults, this one would be the end of him.

Loving too much would be the end of him. He would not realize this for a long time.

He would not realize it till some creatures with hooves walked all over his huge heart.

But as paradoxes always go, it was also his greatest strength. His ability to love is what made him, him.

But wait, why am I telling you all this.

Ah, yes. I remember now. The Bud.

When the Bud came into his life, for the first time. He had a friend. He trusted him. He started letting him into his heart.

It was the Bud that started off the domino that would eventually teach the Unicorn about his fatal flaw.

The Bud loved differently too. He loved from the corner of the room. Quietly, carefully, deeply. He loved the Unicorn a lot. But the Unicorn did not know that.

The Unicorn as we know just had a horrible, warped, dystopian idea of love. For him, that feeling was always connected to something negative.

The way the Bud loved did not fit into the knowledge of what he knew. So he assumed the Bud didn’t love him.

He only wanted to be loved, in the way he loved.

 

This is the part of our story where the readers should notice and mark that things were too complicated. They had become a haze in his head.

Anger. Love. Fear. Everything. Just floated in his head and finally reached a stage where he would lose all conscious thought and had to scream.

 

But that would be for us to figure out later. As of now, he had a friend, and even though he thought the Bud didn’t love him, he was still happy.

 

And that is our goal in the first place. To see if he is happy. To make sure he is.

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Unicorn 2.0

The Bud entering the Unicorn’s life did a lot. A lot of it would happen later. But as far as the Unicorn was concerned, he was happy.

He had a friendship like never before. Already he was breaking down walls. He was trusting like never before.

And the Bud was there for him.

He was there for the Unicorn when he wanted to run and laugh in the Meadows.

He was there for the Unicorn when he wanted to talk.

He was there for him when nobody wanted to be.

 

And with the Bud came an array of creatures. Friends, if you will.

They were the light of the young creature’s dark unfortunate life.

In the smallest amount of days, they showed him the most amount of love. He just had not expected that from anyone.

 

But with good, comes bad. You cannot successfully ever have just one. If you want the best, you have no option but to go through the worst.

The Dragon was not used to the Unicorn having friends. And then he suddenly did something which was both expected and unexpected of him. He started getting possessive.

But at that time the Unicorn didn’t see it that way. He saw it as the Dragon having a problem with everything he did.

And he had proof to go along with that theory. Every second that the Unicorn even sat down the Dragon made sure he was up and working. Even the most useless of things. There were times when the Unicorn didn’t get one breath of air.

And this is precisely when the fights formally began.

Now, if you’ve known the Unicorn as well as I have, you’d know that the fights always have been there. The Unicorn was aggressive, well not very obvious at first, but later, with the arrival of the Bud, came his obvious anger.

I do not know how it happened, and I do not think the Unicorn knows either, but it was there. Right there, for everyone to see.

There were these thoughts the Unicorn had. He’d had them from the very beginning. From when the Dragon held his neck and made him repeat his singulars. To the time he was trying to finish his theory of how to fly like a Dragon 101. And um, unicorns fly, but they don’t like to.

These thoughts were a complete taboo. Things he thought to himself with no intention of repeating them out loud. Things that even scared him. He was scared he came up with all that.

And then he started traveling to the surface. And right at the brim of the container, stood the Dragon.

And that’s when their regular conflict started. When the Unicorn casually started reciprocating the anger.

For a while, the Dragon was taken back. He went quiet. He went back to regroup. And he came back with a new tactic. Sympathy.

Now you might think, okay what is the big deal with this. Didn’t he always show it? But no kids, this one? This one was woozy.

He now did the one thing that would get the Unicorn to doubt his entire person.

He started framing the Unicorn as the worst son, the angry son, and himself as the victim of the wrath. And it was such an absurd concept that it was almost hilarious. I say almost because it wrecked everything the Unicorn had.

And that in itself was so insignificant.

He barely even liked himself. He thought himself as ugly. And useless. Pathetic, really. But there was one thing he really knew about himself. It was the thing he took for granted. But now due to the Dragon, even that was slipping out of his hooves. The fact that he was nice.

Like okay, maybe I am a little biased towards the Unicorn, maybe. But god, you have to admit, the poor thing was a nice creature. It was the kind to love you and trust you till it lost everything it had. And its eyes with all this love would melt you to your bone. But these were also the eyes who have never seen the face of love.

And when the Dragon came back at him with this tactic, his world came crashing down. He lost his senses. He lost track of who he was. Of who he was becoming.

But really? He was just himself. Himself, tired of all the things he had dealt with. But who would tell him that? Oh wait, he had a friend.

The Bud.

The Bud started off this process. A process that would take a lot of friendships and a lot of years, and then still not be done.

A process of self-discovery for the Unicorn. From the Bud, he learned that he was capable of loving. And that he was trustable. And that he was funny. He could get groups full of creatures laughing. That was when his skills started growing. That was when he started becoming Unicorn 2.0.

And god did I love that change.

He started getting confidence. His life started being a little bit more about himself than about the Dragon. Don’t expect too much too early. It would be a long process. It was still not all about him. Instead of being just a word or two in the story of his life, he was now a paragraph. We would have to get his name in the title.

But with the Unicorn things were always like. While the Unicorn had the Dragon in the title, Unicorn 2.0 added the Bud into it.

And he didn’t realize it, but that’s exactly what he did, he gave too much importance to one or two people. And then he overdid it. It would be one of those things that would bring him down.

I think now, that he had too many of those.

But this was change. It took him eons of rotations to reach this stage of the game. Unicorn 2.0. Wow.

I wonder what would happen now?

Ah, don’t you worry. Don’t you lose interest. The game was just beginning. The Unicorn was just stepping into the light.

There was a lot he had to show.

A lot he had to prove.

Arrival Of The Bud

After his wrath died, the Unicorn sat aside, broken. He had never known that about himself. How could he just go up to her and do what he did?
He was supposed to be the quiet, loving person. At least that’s how he saw himself. But then he felt that anger. And honestly it was a drug. It felt like the way he assumes the Dragon’s well water tasted.
He couldn’t wait to do more of it. But even in this young age he knew that it was not right.
But that’s how his brain was. And this is where it began. Him liking and getting pulled towards things that would wreck him. He wouldn’t know it for a long time.
He would make so many many mistake.
The real trouble starts here.
The place where he became who he was.
And it starts with him. His closest friend. The first friend he ever had.
The Bud came in so unexpectedly. The Unicorn never ever thought he would matter so much to him.
The Bud was called that because he was a socializer. There was not one creature in the Belonging that he didn’t talk to. He was everywhere. So it would make no sense that he would approach the Unicorn.
The Bud was also friends with The Pixie. And hence, The Unicorn did not feel like there would ever be a time when he would talk to The Bud.
But so many times in life and love, we end up doing things that we never thought we would do. It is always unprecedented.
The Bud was the perfect image of perfect for The Unicorn. Even though he did not go along with him, he still did respect him.
One fine day, The Bud came up to The Unicorn. He was as stunned as he could be. He jumped. His horn almost cut a hole in The Bud.
The Bud wanted to make it okay with him and the Pixie.
And as expected of our protagonist, he gave in to it.
He did not give into it just because of The Pixie at all. He gave in because The Bud tried. No one had ever given any thought to her. No one had bothered at all.
The Bud made everything okay with The Unicorn and The Pixie. They were children. These kind of things happen between them. But The Unicorn would never forget. He was willing to forgive because he could not wait to have an actual friend again.
And that is where The Bud walked in. He was a contrasting character. He was a lot of colours splashed on to each other. He was a dash of red. But he was also a smear of black. You would never really know whether you love him or hate him.
The Bud walked in and out of The Unicorn’s life for quite some time. He was just someone The Unicorn would see in the grasses.
But then out of the sudden dark blue, he came up to The Unicorn.
Held him tight.
And never let him go.
“The Bud would change every thing. How The Unicorn saw his life. How The Unicorn saw himself.”
“ Where there are hidden decisions, there are regrets. Will our protagonist find the hidden lines he needs to or will he regret it?”

– The Rebel.

 

Creatures Of Betrayal

As fate has it,the Unicorn ran into the only creatures who would cause him the most harm. Maybe just as close as the wrath of the Dragon.

Our Unicorn went to his school and sat with the Belonging. His Belonging consisted of the best of the creatures in the Land. The little ones of creatures who mattered . And that gave them all the liberty to matter.

Our Unicorn grew up in a place which taught him that he didn’t matter. So he believed it. He believed in it with as much he had in him.
He didn’t believe in anything as much as he believed in not loving himself.

So within these people who were taught by every creature that they have in then something that makes them special, he felt alone and far away.

Now the Unicorn was used to loneliness. It was the one feeling he woke up to and the one feeling he slept to. But the alone he felt when he was on his own was very different from the alone he felt when he was surrounded with creatures from all around.

He never felt like he could go talk to him. He was not only just insecure about his family, but also his looks. He was mocked for the spots everywhere he went. He had spots everywhere.

Even in front of his eyes.

They blinded him and he sat there in his darkness and talked to nobody. For years people talked sweetly to his face and then went and talked about him behind his horn.
The Unicorn as it is obvious will notice everything, and say nothing. He never said anything ever. Not to the Dragon and not the creature children.

It was a long time of sitting around in the meadows and listening to the advice the Tree had to give.

The Tree told him stories of creatures like him. About a young elf who fought his way out of the lair of monsters. About an unusual relationship between a Minotaur and an Elf.
It took the Unicorn years to even find someone he could talk to. And when he did find someone, it was the wrong person.

It was a pixie. The thing I’m going to tell you about pixies is that they look harmless. They come dressed as fairies.

If today I was told to guess who is a pixie and who is s fairy from two creatures, it will be virtually impossible.

It’s only the glint in the eye. And that glint most of us always miss.

And the Unicorn was the kindest of the lot. The first thought that came to his head was never the negative one. He couldn’t bear to think bad about people.

So when the Pixie befriended the Unicorn he was as happy as he could be. This Pixie who resembled a fairy was also outcasted by her clan.

For a few time lapses they did Every thing together. They talked, They laughed. He trotted, she flew.

He assumed that it was a fairy. He had heard the Tree share the fondest memories of a fairy it had known. He was giddy with excitement of a first friend.

It wasn’t long till the Pixie came out of the shadows with and added green glint in her eyes.

One day the Unicorn waited for the Pixie for the entire evening in the Meadow. She didn’t show up. Then he waited another day. And another.

Until the day he encountered her in the Belonging. She was sitting with a group of elves and dwarfs. They were laughing so much that their breaths were sucked back in with force.

Then they spotted her. They stopped laughing for a second. The Pixie then said something to her Band and they burst out laughing, looking at the Unicorn.

The Unicorn was humiliated. He was a quiet child. Never caused much trouble. But stress comes at people in different ways. The Unicorn resorted to violence.

The once timid unicorn had now become a savage beast. His mind had transformed into one which could not deal with someone treating him like the Pixie did.

At home he was still scared and sitting in corner. But that day when he saw the Pixie betray him and leave him for someone better, something inside of him changed.

The next day, he went over to the Pixie. He had a stony look to his face. He was trying so hard to be cold and heartless, but he was scared. He was shivering.

He went up and made a shot at the Pixie with his horn. Unicorns are creatures of great power. Their horns can end hearts in seconds and their blood could revive creatures.
But ours had never felt that power. He had felt powerless in every part of his life. That was till he realised what he could do.

His wrath was far different from the one the Dragon possessed. It would take him a long time to realise how to control it. Because his power , if used well could get him anywhere he wanted.

And anywhere was away from here.

“The Unicorn was now quietly creeping into that part of his life which would make him, or break him.”

“All we have to see is, 

Does he survive it? “

– The Rebel

Diplomatic Beast

It happens so often that we read an entire book thinking a character is one the ‘good’ side and then towards the end of the book they ever so slightly change their side, and show us who they are. Fret not, we too have a character like this. It was as if this story was meant to be written. Such great,conflicted characters. But can you imagine how it would be to live with these creatures?

I can feel what torment the Unicorn has been going through. I can feel his will to live creeping up his throat and almost finding a way out. But that is yet to come. That is a result of years and years of surviving in the toxic atmosphere, that he was forced to believe as home.
I have been putting Wifey as a helpless character in front of you. For one, because she seems to be that way. But this is the person who taught the Unicorn that never be too quick to perceive somebody. For, they can turn on you within seconds.

Now Wifey came from a place where all creatures were brethren. Where all creatures lived together in the utmost harmony. So when she moved in to a place which was ready to rip her in to pieces. She did the only thing she felt she could have done to remain alive. She became toxic too.
We all know how the Dragon is. He is irrational, violent and a tsunami. But that’s all his faults at face value. The Wifey however, might just seem to you as the sweetest person you know. God knows, the Unicorn believed it for years. But this one, tis the one that shouldn’t be trusted. There never has been a person more….let’s say more ‘cunning’ than her. It confused the Unicorn to such a point that he felt alien in his own home. There were times when the Wifey fought against the Dragon, in order to save her children. The Unicorn thought she wanted to save them from his wrath. But little did he know, it is never that simple. There were times when Wifey teamed up with the Dragon and feasted on the hopes and dreams of the children. What brought about this? What made Wifey change her place so often? I have for you, an answer. She only fought for herself. Cunning as she is, she would be on the side most suitable for her. The side which would benefit her the most. And as unfortunate as it was, the side that she was on would be the winning one.
This was all when the Unicorn didn’t know any better. When he still believed they were right. It was not until he started his battle that he put them in their own place.
Wifey would be from now on, a character who’s smallest move should not be taken lightly. You look away for a second, and she has already betrayed you.
This is the creature to be aware of.
This is the creature who will let you down.

– The Rebel

The Dwarf’s Advocate 

​As the Unicorn grew up, he started getting the courage to stand up against him. This was not an overnight thing. It was a slow process, over years and years.

The Unicorn began by thinking what he would say to the Dragon. There was a time where he couldn’t possibly imagine himself saying those things. That thought itself scared him.

As the Whispering Tree, taught him the right way of life, the Unicorn defied the Dragon every day in the smallest ways. This defiance. Keep this defiance in mind. Because this spark would one day, turn into a bout of absolute destruction.

The Unicorn still didn’t know where the Dragon was going wrong, but he knew this wasn’t right. And he never said a word when it was him being torched.
Unfortunately this meant, the anger would be bottled inside. And this wasn’t good for either of them.

For one day, it would erupt right out of the Unicorn and engulf the Dragon whole. And that day, would obviously come.

The first spark of rebellion I seem to recall, was the time the Dragon torched the Dwarf.

By this time, the Unicorn and the Dwarf had the relationship like most siblings.  They fought over stupid things every five minutes and soon after they’d lay laughing and playing around.

As soon as the Dwarf was old enough to learn, the Dragon started on him. And this time over, he was worse. Maybe it was because of the fire of his new work. Maybe he was just getting more relentless with age, but whenever the Dragon was home, he only torched the Dwarf.

It started over studies, but soon, moved on to irrational things. One thing you must know about the Dwarf is that he is, the perfect craftsman. The minute he was born, he started playing with scraps of metal. But oh no, oh no no. The Dragon detested this. Nay, he didn’t just detest it. He abhorred it. You would never see his fire as big as it was when he was torching the Dwarf.

One day, after a really irrational torching, the Unicorn burned with anger. He couldn’t see his brother being treated this way. His child like brother, who was more sensitive than any creature in the land.

He just couldn’t take it any more.

The fire, that took place that day, it shook the entire land. Creatures everywhere still talk about it. The Unicorn and the Dragon fought like never before. The Dragon had never seen this kind of an act before.

Wifey didn’t know what to do. She tried to come between them. Tried to calm her son down.  Because even then she knew, trying to talk sense into the Unicorn was more rational that trying to make the Dragon understand.

The Dragon couldn’t understand what was happening. Was his older son, blowing out fire on him? He had never seen that kind of fire. For a moment he thought it was not even fire. It was terror in its purest form. For a second here saw where he was wrong, but recovered quickly. He got angrier than he ever had. He couldn’t let his son have the power.

Just then the Unicorn saw what was going on. He stopped his own wrath and ran away. He went to the meadows. He let the Whispering Tree calm him down.

Later the Tree would teach him to control that terror.

Things returned to normal in a few days, as they always do. But after this time. All of them knew.

The Dragon wasn’t the only terror now. There was a new Dragon in town.

We come to a point where anything can happen. This is where the battle begins.


Will the Fire of the Dragon win?
Or
The Terror of the Unicorn?
If you are in this fight with me.
Let me know. ( comment)
Team Dragon or Team Unicorn? 

– The Rebel .

Where Time Stood Still

The Unicorn’s life had now taken a still turn. It was as if time had slowed down, and that he was living the same day, everyday. He started getting more and more quiet. He said close to nothing at home. One reason being he wasn’t allowed to. Another being, he knew anything he said, would cause him trouble.

When I say, not allowed to, I mean, every time the Unicorn was loud, and excited and happy, he would positively get shot down by the Dragon. Everytime the Unicorn was happy, he would be told that if he was this happy about his work, his study, he would do better.

Sometimes, the Unicorn felt, the Dragon had taken it as a mission, to get rid of every bit of his happiness. The Unicorn grew up to feel ashamed every time he was happy, without an appropriate reason.

If this was what the Dragon retorted, at the Unicorn being happy, can you imagine what he must have said to the Unicorn being sad?

Every time, the Dragon screamed in his illegible voice and torched the Unicorn, the Unicorn would shed tears. I will never know how after so many years, the Unicorn still felt such sorrow and the Dragon’s words. But he did. Maybe he still had some love left in his heart.

But everytime he did cry, the Dragon would say, ‘ Son! If you do not stop crying this instant, I will come out there, and bash your skull. What have I done to you, worth crying? I haven’t hurt you. I haven’t hit you. So you will NOT cry.’

The Unicorn grew up thinking, that creatures only cried, if they were being hit by some one.

And this was just one of the warped ways in which the Unicorn was taught to see the world. He never knew that this was not how the world works. And that things didn’t have to be so hard all the time. Life isn’t meant to be worked through. You weren’t meant to break your way through. You weren’t meant to burn through this life.

Life is meant to be lived.
Life is meant to be loved.

The Unicorn wouldn’t know this for years and years to come.

But he would, and he would one day see the world as the beautiful place it is, instead of the place the Dragon had made it.

And that in itself gives us, a spark. A spark that says better times will come. And that spark? It makes the journey worth the trouble.

Hello?
Is anybody there?
Phew. Thank you.
I wouldn’t be able to take this journey alone.

Tune into Radio 1607 in just a short time. We will be taking a break. A break called Life.

– The Rebel.