:::First off-- the setting::: Unicorns are not born-- they are created, fully formed. A Unicorn can only bow to rightful royalty. Humans are masters of magic. Elves are the genius of technology. These are simple facts of this world. Two continents, east and west, exist with only three islands between. At the northern most point of the globe rests the isle of the Gods. In the south-- the Island of the Lost. And between the two nations, in the Ocean of Rule, lays the Forbidden Tree. To move between the two, one must venture the Tont'ay Ocean. The forbidden tree is a small island, home to only a tree with only two fruit growing on it at any given point in time. No mortal is to set foot here-- and the very Ocean of Rule is forbidden for trans-continental travel-- save for by the Gods themselves or their messengers-- Unicorns. Unicorns are born form the fruit of the Forbidden tree-- with only one male and one female in existence at any given point in time. The moment a unicorn dies is the same moment a fruit will fall into the ocean. The ocean current will then carry the fruit to either the human City of For'un or the elven City of D'nii, as directed by the Gods. It should be noted, that there are only two causes of death for a Unicorn. It must be murdered-- or fall ill. The only way for a unicorn to fall ill is if the royalty they have served becomes corrupt and no longer suited to rule. That is to say-- the royal family has failed to protect the unicorn, or they have failed to serve their people benevolently. It just so happens that the human nation has just suffered the tragic loss of their unicorn. As per customary, people from all over have gathered at the sea's shore to welcome the new Unicorn-- in hopes of having the majestic creature bow to them. Others still, simply hoping to catch a glimpse of the creature-- or feel it's healing presence. Now that the basics are out of the way, let's begin! ----------------------------------------------------------- Festival lights illuminated the beaches, with millions of faces swarming into a sea of their own. Lines formed, patrolled by the city guards. Others sat in small boats, floating along the shore, hoping to spot the Unicorn first. A small stage had been set up, decorated for the Royal family and soon-to-arrive Unicorn. The king sat, a dazed look plastered to his face. Illness had struck, due to his sons ignorance-- he was sure of it. Not only had it cost him his crown-- but the trust of his family, and the loss of his dearest friend. He was only drawn out of his daze when the trumpets began to sound, and the enormous crowd began to cheer. She'd been sighted. A woman, tall and slender, stepped onto the shore, dry as could be. The evening wind blew her ghostly veil back, sending her ebony mane afloat on the breeze around her. The cheering slowly died out, followed by murmurs of confusion. A Black Unicorn has arrived.