Girl on Unicorn

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There was once a girl, born on Earth of a mother from another world, foretold to bring justice and harmony to the enchanted land of Lemuria. That girl died, trapped by the spell of an evil river. Her soul was captured by the corrupt Masters of Rebirth, but she escaped the chamber of souls with little but vague dreams and an unexplained call of destiny to guide her in a new life, that of an orphaned slave.


The keys were made by Gaff, the god-like creator dragon who slumbers in the Lake of Light beneath the mountains of the ancient kingdom of Azmerith, a legendary land beyond the sea.

Each of the magical keys was given to a different race of beings as they left war-torn Azmerith to settle on the new continent of Lemuria. Each represents one of the great powers of true magic. But, over time, they became lost, their magic forgotten, their power faded. It is only through the virtues of the girl that the keys may once again be found, united, and their power renewed.


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“The time has come,” said a voice from behind. Girl jumped to her feet and spun around, expecting to see one of the village boys standing there. They often taunted her, even threw stones at her, when their elders weren’t there to see. The large rook she saw earlier was now perched on a branch just behind her. Girl searched the forest but no one was standing near. Cocking its head to the side the rook peered back at her. “You are surprised that I speak in your language?” it asked.

Girl felt her legs trembling. “No,” she said. “I mean, I know that birds talk and sing to each other. Sometimes I think I understand what they might be saying.”

“But you didn’t expect me to speak?”

“You’re a rook.”

“Aša,” said the rook. It was a word that the girl had never heard before, yet she knew in the instant of hearing that it meant ‘truth’.

“A rook is one of my forms, one that suits these surroundings. If I came as you once saw me, we would need a much larger forest.”

“Why do you speak with me?” asked the girl, stunned that such a large bird could be talking to her.

“Rooks often speak when they have something to say, but seldom speak unless it is of great importance,” said the rook.

“I’m not important,” said the girl.

The rook laughed. It was a great hearty laugh, the kind of laugh that rolls up from the heart like a song, a laugh born of profound irony marinated with meaning.

“Why do you laugh? I’m a slave. I don’t have a name. ”

The rook nodded. “That is your salvation,” he said. "As ordained, you are to embark now, for you are by far more than you know. For a promise made, yet unfulfilled, I send you into darkness, a lamp of innocence. There you will face seven trials, pass them and your small flame will light the world.” Having said this, he spread his wings, glided off his branch and landed at her feet. “And this too, for now, is your salvation.” He stretched out one of his wing tips and touched the calf of her leg. The forest lit with a glow that was greater than sunlight. “I will be with you, always,” whispered the rook.