Unicorns a brief history II
"please, stop playing and listen to me the waters are rising you will all drown if you do not heed, the tales are true, i've seen the summer lands" no one listened to her, with each one that laughed or turned from her, her strength shrank.
Beneath the Apple Tree
I would have willingly gone with you to the summer lands, this life...it has nothing left for me, without you in it! i hate you now...you hear me? i hate...you..."
Fire and Ice
Then the summer lands began to feel too hot. though each day the temperature fell, yet each day we felt less and less comfortable in the still blistering heat. we knew what that meant without being told. it was time to go north.