They stared at each other, boy and unicorn. In the background, his mentor clenched his fists.
‘Look away, boy! Before it imprints! Unicorns are not for you.’
The boy reached out with a trembling hand to touch the unicorn’s velvet muzzle.
‘It says we will help people,’ he said. ‘It says it’s been waiting for me its whole life.’
‘Step away!’ The mentor drew his sword.
The unicorn lowered its horn at the mentor.
The man fled, and the boy was happier for it.
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