"HEY FORSAKEN! Why don't you pick on someone your own size!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
It turned its head in my direction, its illuminated red orbs narrowed on my tiny frame. I side-glanced at the others; Caio and Cairus were helping Theo into the forest.
I took a deep breath, standing up straight.
This is my moment to prove myself. To prove that unicorns are real and we are far from kind to those who threaten the people we care about.
I let go of my magic, closing my eyes to find the lock that secured the holy being within.
I could envision the gold key unlocking the pink metallic lock to the small chest that sheltered the remainder of my unicorn essence.
I allowed the shift to take over; my body was immersed in light.
I will defeat this being of darkness. Only I can destroy it.
Unicorn Shifter
~ORION~
"We have to help her. Can't we do something?" Caio questioned.
"Finn's passed out. I don't have enough magic to create any more arrows," Hunter confessed.
"There's no way I can be any help. I'm close combat," Theo admitted.
"Brother, we can't do anything. Not in this form," Cairus’ soft voice revealed.
I didn't reply.
I was too focused on the female a few feet away. She struggled to stand, her wounded legs, which had multiple cuts and bruises, trembled, yet she straightened her posture; her hands clenched.
The Forsaken stared at her, giving me the impression it didn't know what she was plotting. I'd never seen a Forsaken, but I'd read the tales and legends. I knew the bigger they were, the more intelligent they became. It was as if they were an animal and with the growth in darkness, a sense of understanding was gained. But, it didn't mean they would let their prey go, even if it knew they were helpless and wouldn't cause them harm.
"Orion?"
I ignored Caio's call, continuing to gather my magic in my hands. I'd be damned if I’d watch this woman die. I didn't know her, but the moment my eyes locked on hers, I knew we were similar. We'd experienced similar events in our pasts and a part of me wanted to soothe her. To comfort her and let her realize how precious she was. If only I could introduce her to my kind. They would bow down to her and love her for who she was.
She would never have to experience what she did growing up. Let alone think of ridding the world of her existence. I couldn't say much, compared to my teen years, having left my homeland to get stronger. But that decision led to years of suffering and hatred. I wasn't quiet because I wanted to be. It was a habit I'd developed for a number of reasons; my teen years contributed to most of it.
My eyes widened at the shift of magic in the air; the others gasped as the wind began to brush past us and pooled around her feet. Her pink and purple locks began to glow a light gold as her hair whipped around; her body was engulfed in a bright light.
The gold illumination blinded my vision, forcing me to close my eyes. I heard the Forsaken's loud screeches, but even its sound seemed muted.
When the light dimmed, I opened my eyes. I blinked once, then twice, unsure if I was really witnessing the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen in my entire existence.
A majestic unicorn stood where Celestia once was. Her pure white coat glowed while her long hair flew in the breeze that circled around her, gold, purple, and pink strands that matched her tail which swayed back and forth. Her horn was gold and began to blaze with light magic as she stomped her black hooves.
The Forsaken let out an ear-piercing scream, sending the black orbs that floated in the sky crashing down— all of them aimed at Celestia.
I took a step forward with the intention of helping her, but she let out a loud cry as she reared onto her back feet. A magic circle triple her size formed on the ground; orbs of light manifested from thin air and shot out to counter the approaching attack. They collided; the impact nullified one another. She stopped all the orbs with ease and little specks of gold glitter rained down on the clearing.
The Forsaken shot out tendrils toward Celestia. She began to move; her speed was so swift my eyes struggled to keep up with the blurred image. In moments, she was in front of the Forsaken.
"NEIGH!" The loud cry echoed through the clearing as three magic circles formed beneath her: gold, purple and pink. Another set of magic circles emerged above the Forsaken, growing larger and larger.
Celestia turned around and began to move toward us, dodging the Forsaken’s attacks. She reached a few steps from where I stood, purple eyes locked onto mine. She looked away, standing in front of us in an effort to protect us. She stomped her hooves three times.
The magic circles above the Forsaken began to shoot out thick strings that crashed into the ground below. I realized she was creating a cage around the darkness; the gold, pink and purple walls began to rise around it. The Forsaken tried to shatter the walls that continued to climb upward, thrashing its tendrils and tentacles against the thick barrier, but it was useless.