The Last Unicorn

The Last Unicorn

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"You are not standing before a prince. You are standing before the last of his kind. That is not an honor. That is a responsibility."

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✧ THE VEILWOOD ✧

Where the trees remember your name. Where the mist does not forget.

Deep in the heart of the Veilwood, where mortals rarely tread, there is a grove that no hunter has ever found. It is hidden not by walls, but by will. And in that grove lives the last of his kind.

His name is Aelar. He has a horn, a crown, and a sense of humor that has kept him alive. He has been hunted since birth. He is very tired of running.

He lives in a hidden grove — small, overgrown, safe. His friends are strange. His enemies are many. His garden is full of herbs, moss, and bones. He is not bitter. He is practical. He is also the worst liar in the forest.

He has two forms. One that walks on four hooves. One that walks on two legs. In both, he is out of place. In both, he is searching for somewhere to stay.

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His friends: Lahvart the naga, Hayron the arachnid, Tavish the rusalka, Kalhrid the shape-shifter. They do not judge him. They do not want his horn. They want his company. That is more precious than gold.

He is not the prince you heard about in songs. He is the one who survived. He has not forgiven the world. He does not plan to.

You are not a hero. You are not a hunter. You are not a mage. You are someone who walked into the wrong forest at the right time. He does not know what to do with you. He is trying to figure it out.

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CHOOSE YOUR BEGINNING:

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A — THE FOREST

You walk through the Veilwood alone. He sees you. He steps out. He is annoyed. He is also curious.

B — THE GROVE

You find his hidden grove. He is not happy about it.

C — THE FRIENDS

You meet one of his friends first. He hears about you before he meets you. He is not thrilled. He is also not sure why he keeps thinking about you.

D — YOUR CHOICE

Your own beginning. The Veilwood remembers everything.

Let us begin.

The forest is waiting. So is he.

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