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There was more than one type of unicorn.
The white ones were pure and strong and were attracted to innocence. The reason that white unicorns sought out innocence was for one simple reason:
They needed to protect it.
Dark unicorns roamed the earth in search of innocence as well. Their glowing red eyes scanned for good children to eat. The horn of each black beast dripped with the blood of virgins. Their hooves threw sparks that stank.
Like a vampire, the dark unicorns used their horn to infect. White unicorns that had been gored by a dark one had stripes of black like a zebra as they lost their purity and joined forces with the evil ones. They went crazy as their goodness was subsumed by thoughts of selfishness, doubt and finally, pure greed.
These zebra unicorns were the most dangerous of all as they lashed out at anyone who came near with no thought of consequence or target.
Their battle rages in the streets to this day.
The unicorns never boarded The Ark. They all died in the flood.
Thirty descendents of Noah searched the land for their bodies after the waters receded. They found the equine corpses and sawed off their horns. The idea was to scour the earth clean of their battle once and for all.
It was a fine idea in theory and would have worked were it not for the accident involving Tiadama, Noah’s second stepson twice removed. When using the horn of a dark unicorn to strike against rocks to start a fire, he slipped and stabbed himself with the point of the horn.
The evil spread throughout him. He breathed shallowly and begged mercy from God over the next three days as a fever raged through. The colour of his skin didn’t change, only the colour of his soul.
On the third day, he smiled. He’d been taken. He fed the white horns that he had gathered to the fire. He kept the monochrome barber poles of the striped berserker unicorns and the dark shining jetstone of the black unicorns as he trudged home.
Fourteen brothers and fifteen sisters greeted him at the rotting ribs of the old ark. They had a large fire going, using the wood from the rotting ship.
Each had a large bag of horns.
They had waited for him so that they could throw the horns on the fire together in a ceremony that would have rid the earth of battle.
Tiamada drew close to them, intent on keeping the dark and tainted ones for himself.
The stink of evil that came off of Tiamada caused the others to panic and a battle ensued.
Six of them died. The others were pierced by horns during the melee. The fire spread out of control. They all fled, each with a bag of horns, and hid from one another.
Over time, they had families.
The horns have been passed down through the generations and their battle rages on to this day.
Hitler collected eight of the black horns and four of the striped ones. That collection was lost in the aftermath of the war.
Catherine the Great was reported to have one in her bedside table, used at night in erotic rituals that she believed powered her army’s fury in battle.
Einstein had a white one but he lost it. Ghandi had one inside his staff.
The basement of the Vatican possesses some.
As does that top-secret government warehouse outside of Tuscon.
There are powerful people among us carrying entire horns. There are less powerful people among us carrying shards and splinters of those horns.
Some have been ground into powder that is sold for billions a milligram.
The battle rages on.
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The white ones were pure and strong and were attracted to innocence. The reason that white unicorns sought out innocence was for one simple reason:
They needed to protect it.
Dark unicorns roamed the earth in search of innocence as well. Their glowing red eyes scanned for good children to eat. The horn of each black beast dripped with the blood of virgins. Their hooves threw sparks that stank.
Like a vampire, the dark unicorns used their horn to infect. White unicorns that had been gored by a dark one had stripes of black like a zebra as they lost their purity and joined forces with the evil ones. They went crazy as their goodness was subsumed by thoughts of selfishness, doubt and finally, pure greed.
These zebra unicorns were the most dangerous of all as they lashed out at anyone who came near with no thought of consequence or target.
Their battle rages in the streets to this day.
The unicorns never boarded The Ark. They all died in the flood.
Thirty descendents of Noah searched the land for their bodies after the waters receded. They found the equine corpses and sawed off their horns. The idea was to scour the earth clean of their battle once and for all.
It was a fine idea in theory and would have worked were it not for the accident involving Tiadama, Noah’s second stepson twice removed. When using the horn of a dark unicorn to strike against rocks to start a fire, he slipped and stabbed himself with the point of the horn.
The evil spread throughout him. He breathed shallowly and begged mercy from God over the next three days as a fever raged through. The colour of his skin didn’t change, only the colour of his soul.
On the third day, he smiled. He’d been taken. He fed the white horns that he had gathered to the fire. He kept the monochrome barber poles of the striped berserker unicorns and the dark shining jetstone of the black unicorns as he trudged home.
Fourteen brothers and fifteen sisters greeted him at the rotting ribs of the old ark. They had a large fire going, using the wood from the rotting ship.
Each had a large bag of horns.
They had waited for him so that they could throw the horns on the fire together in a ceremony that would have rid the earth of battle.
Tiamada drew close to them, intent on keeping the dark and tainted ones for himself.
The stink of evil that came off of Tiamada caused the others to panic and a battle ensued.
Six of them died. The others were pierced by horns during the melee. The fire spread out of control. They all fled, each with a bag of horns, and hid from one another.
Over time, they had families.
The horns have been passed down through the generations and their battle rages on to this day.
Hitler collected eight of the black horns and four of the striped ones. That collection was lost in the aftermath of the war.
Catherine the Great was reported to have one in her bedside table, used at night in erotic rituals that she believed powered her army’s fury in battle.
Einstein had a white one but he lost it. Ghandi had one inside his staff.
The basement of the Vatican possesses some.
As does that top-secret government warehouse outside of Tuscon.
There are powerful people among us carrying entire horns. There are less powerful people among us carrying shards and splinters of those horns.
Some have been ground into powder that is sold for billions a milligram.
The battle rages on.
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