Morningstartedearlytoday.MybrotherandIwenttoa


    marketinavillage,thatwasnottofarfromours.He


    wantedtopurchaseanewenchantedsword,however


    therehadbeennonetofind.Mybrotherthentoldmewewouldbegoingintoamoreshadypartofthemarket.


    Wesooncametoayoungman,withablackheadbandontopofhiscloudgrayhair.“Icansellittoyou,butIwant


    somethingmorevaluablethanmoney.”Themanstatedtous.Mybrotherthenaskedhim.“Whatmightthatbe?”


    “Wellthehornofaunicorn.”Thismanswordssentchillsdownmyspine.Couldheseriouslymeanthat.


    “Alright,Iwilldoit!”Mybrotherswordsrepliedina


    sternvoice.“Wait,brotherareyoucrazy.”Iaskinavoicethatispleadinghimnottodothis.


    Notonlyareunicornsextremelydangerouscreatures,butanyonewhodoesmangetogetahorn,endsupthetargetoftheextremelyshadyunicornprotectors.Theyare


    almostlikeanimalactivist,butwillassassinateanyone


    whomanagestotakeaunicornhornofitshead.


    “Ourvillageistosmallforthemtoeverfindme.”


    Mybrothercalmlytriestoreassureme.


    EventhoughIhavedoubts,Istillallowmybrothertogo


    intothelakesideforest.Hereturnstwohoursafterwards.Tomysurpriseheactuallyhas,theunicornhorn.


    “Iamreadytopurchasemysword.”Mybrotherswords


    brimmingwithconfidence,ashepassthemanthathornin hislefthand.“Fantastic,Itisadonedealthen!”


    A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.Themanintheblackheadbandexclaims.Mybrother


    confirms,thattheswordisindeedandenchantedone.


    Onceheissatisfied,wereturntoourvillage.


    AsweareleavingInoticeawomaninareddresswith


    emeraldgreeneyes,anddarkredhair,leeringatmy


    brother.Idonotthinkmuchofitatthattime.


    Nightsoonfallsoncewehavebeenbackforafewhours.Weheadtobed,mybrothermustbeextremely


    weary,havingfoughtaunicorn.Inthemiddleofthe


    night,Iwaketoastrangemetallicsound,whichis


    scrapingagainstthewall.Iquicklybutquietlyheadtomybrothersroom.ThatiswhenIseeher,thewomanfrom


    before.


    Angerwellsupinsideme.Afeelinglikesparksspreading


    frommystomachupmythroat,allthewaytothebaseofmytoughen.“No!”IshoutandasIdofirespreadsfrom


    thetipofmytoughenallthewaytowerethatwomanis


    standing.Asthisishappeningmybrotherawakestothe


    unbelievablesightofmebreathingfire,tostopthewomanwiththeknifejustabovehisneck.


    Thewomanisnowrunningforherlife,withleftsideof


    herfacescorched.Aftersheisgoneforagoodthirty


    minutes,mybrothersaystomewithaslysmirkonhis


    face.“Letsseeifyoucandothatagain.”Iheadbacktobed,finallysettlingdown,afterithasbeenlongenoughformetonolongerworryaboutthatwomanreturning.