The Song of The Last Unicorn
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Varisia, fantastical myths echoed from every corner. Among several legends, one transcended the rest – the legend of the last living Unicorn named Eirwyn.
Past the dense Arrington Forest nestled a flourishing valley, untouched and untread. Here, Eirwyn harbored in solitaire, humming the sweetest melodies the land ever heard. The tunes would float through the breeze, enticing every being under its charm. However, it was not just the unicorn’s mystical beauty or mesmerizing voice that fascinated the world; it was her soul. It was said that Eirwyn possessed the ability to heal any sickness and mend any heartbreak with her magical tears.
In the royal palace, King Alaric lay on his deathbed. Nothing could cure him and his kingdom drowned in sorrow. The king's only child, Princess Ariadne, remembered the folklore related to the Unicorn’s healing power. Bravely, she decided to venture into the forest, hoping to find Eirwyn and bring healing back to her father. Ariadne knew well the perilous journey but could not ignore her father's deteriorating health. With a brave heart and the blessing of her kingdom, she proceeded.
The forest was dark and full of monstrous creatures, but Ariadne pressed on, guided by the distant echoes of Eirwyn’s song. She met many challenges, fought off beasts of the dark, and even negotiated with the cunning Jack-o-Witch. After days of dangerous encounters and enduring starvation, she stumbled upon the isolated valley, her heart filled with hope as the velvet melody of Eirwyn filled her ears.
Eirwyn stood atop a hillock, her silver mane shimmering under the sun. Her eyes were pools of wisdom, and her aura was simply breathtaking. The princess, overwhelmed, fell to her knees. In a voice clearly worn out, she requested the unicorn to save her dying father.
Eirwyn, moved by the princess’s plight, shed a single tear. It was as pure as starlight, shimmering and sparkling. Ariadne fetched a small vial and collected the droplet, the liquid radiating an ethereal glow. As the Last Unicorn shed her tear, her body slowly began to shimmer and transform into a radiant spectral figure before fading away, her enchanting melody fading alongside.
With a heart filled with gratitude and sorrow, Ariadne returned to her kingdom. On her arrival, she rushed to her father, holding out the precious vial. A single drop on the King's lips and a miraculous event took place. King Alaric's complexion restored, his frail body revived, and he sat upright, brimming with life and strength. The kingdom rejoiced at the miraculous recovery of their beloved king.
As tears of joy streamed down Ariadne's face, she looked out the palace window towards the forest. She thanked Eirwyn silently, remembering her enchanting song, now a hymn of sacrifice and ultimate love. Now, the legend of the Last Unicorn was a story of courage and healing, resonating in every heart and reflecting the strength of true kindness, even in the face of extinction.
Eirwyn's final song echoed forevermore in the breeze of Varisia, reminding all that miracles were born out of kindness and bravery, as well as sacrifice. Eirwyn’s song was the song of life itself.