When the Unicorn was merely a few days old he got out of his home and ran away to the meadows. Sure a fellow dragon friend of the Dragon got him back, but that was the day a spark of freedom arose in him.
The Unicorn always seemed to be pulled towards freedom. Since the very beginning. Smart, but distracted, the Dragon thought. The Unicorn was almost always scorched from the Dragon’s anger. The Dragon taught him everyday. How to Fight. How to Scare. How to Hunt. And How to Blow Fire.
Now tell me…Have you ever heard of a Unicorn who breathed fire?
How can a creature born for something completely different blow fire? He physically wasn’t equipped to do it.
He wanted to graze. He wanted to run. He wanted to go far far away. He wanted, to be happy.
But the Dragon never understood him. He wanted his son to have the exact thoughts as him. How dare he think of running? Wasn’t he the mighty Dragon’s son? He was bent on stamping it out of him.
He said, ” Running doesn’t help you survive. Fighting does.”
And the Unicorn, fought his inner voice. He fought everyday, till there came a point where it was no where to be found. He no longer had a voice. As far as a he could hear, it was only the Dragon’s voice.
The Unicorn never really had any friends. The Dragon didn’t like any distractions. There were a few elves maybe, a minotaur….even a fox. But they never stayed long.
In a few years, the Dragon found an elite group of Dragons who made use of their fire to make tools. The Dragon was hooked. He joined them almost immediately. In turn for his work, he got food and supplies for survival. He now started going away for most of the day. But he had not forgotten about the Unicorn and his education.
Every moment he was home, was spent on sculpting the child, into a dragon.
The Unicorn detested this, but now, at least he had the rest of the day to himself. It was during this time, that the Unicorn discovered, The Whispering Tree.