First Chapter of Future Stories: Part 1

Third's persons POV

An adult unicorn watches to hunters ride through her forest. As young foal hides in the thicket. The first hunter has a black beard; the second is younger and has red hair and a feather in his cap. "I mislike the feel of these woods. Creatures that live ina unicorn's forest learn a little magic of their own in time; mainly concerned with disappearing" the black bearded hunter tells the younger one.

"Unicorns? I thought they only existed in fairy tales. This is a forest like any other. Isn't it?" the younger hunters asks his mentor.

"Then why do the leaves never fall here? Or the snow? Why is it always spring here?" the mentor asks him. "I tell you, there is one unicorn left in the world. And as long as it lives in this forest, we'll find no game to hunt here" he states.

"Let's turn around. Hunt someplace else" the younger one suggests.

"All right" the mentor agrees and they start to leave the forest.  He stops at the edge and looks back at the forest. "Stay where you are, poor beast. This is no world for you. Stay in your forest and keep your trees green, and your friends protected. And good luck to you, for you are the last" he states. Before the hunters disappeared.

"It's safe now" the adult unicorn tells the foal. Who comes out of hiding.

"Are we really the last unicorns?" the foal asks her curious.

"I don't know" the adult says as they head deeper into the forest.

"But cannot be. What about my mother? Why would we be the last?" the foal asks concerned.

"What do men know? Because they have seen no unicorns for a while does not mean that we have all vanished. We do not vanish" the adult one assures the foal. "There has never been a timewithout unicorns. We live forever. We are as old as the sky, old as the moon. We can be hunted, trapped. We can even be killed if we leave our forests, but we do not vanish" she states.

"You're right, besides they thought only one of us remained in this forest" the foal says feeling more optimistic. They soon hear a butterfly singing and follow his voice. To a field of flowers.

"Wave the flag for Hudson Highborn, show them how we stand! I am a roving gambler; how do you do?" the butterfly asks the unicorns.

"Hello, butterfly, welcome" the adult mare says.

"Have you traveled very far?" the foal asks curious.

"How far would I travel, yes sir! - to be where you are? Clay lies still, but blood's a-rover. Red Rover, Red Rover, let Charlie come over! Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home? My wild Irish rose" the butterfly says.

"Be a little respectful, butterfly! Do you know who we are?" the mare demands.

"Excellent well, you're fishmongers! You both are my everything, you are my sunshine, you're old and grey and full of sleep, you're my pickle-faced, consumptive Mary Jane" the butterfly sings.

"Say our names then" the foal says getting bored of the butterfly's ridiculousness.

"If you know our names, tell it to us" the mare states.

"Your names are a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you both once by your names"  the butterfly tells them.

"Say them, if you know" the mare tells him.

"Rumpelstiltskin! Gotcha!" the butterfly exclaims and the foal stomps her hooves in annoyances.

"We should know better than to expect a silly butterfly to know our names" she grumbles.

"Butterfly, in all your wanderings, have you seen others like us? Have you seen even one?" the mare asks him.

"Oh, have you seen the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man?" the butterfly sings.

"Butterfly, even one? Tell me that you saw only one?" the foal begs. Hoping he'd seen her mother.

"One? One alone, to be my own. Buckle down, Winsocki, buckle down. Go and catch a falling star" he sings.

"It serves us right for even asking you. All butterflies know are songs and poetry and anything else they hear" the mare tells the foal. "I guess you mean well" she says looking at the butterfly.

"Fly away, butterfly" the foal tells it.

"I hope you hear many more songs. We must find someone who knows us, who has seen others like us" the mare states. She starts to lead the foal away.

"Unicorn. Old French, 'unicorne'. Latin, 'unicornis'. Literally, one horned: 'unus', one, and 'cornu', a horn. A fabulous animal resembling a horse with one horn. Visible only to those who search and trust, and generally mistaken for a white mare. Unicorn" the butterfly states.

"He does know us" the foal cheers as she rears up happily.

"Please, all we want to know is if you've seen other unicorns like us, somewhere in the world" the mare tells the butterfly.

"See you later, alligator! Close cover before striking" the butterfly sings.

"Butterfly, have you seen the others? Where have they gone?" the foal asks him. Though the mare has taken good care of her, she longs to be reunited with her mother.

"Tell me which way we must go to find them" the mare states. No way was she leaving the foal in the forest alone. Even if their friends will protect her with their lives.

"No, no, listen. Don't listen to me, listen. You both can find the others if you are brave" the butterfly tells them. "They passed down all the roads long ago, and the Red Bull ran close behind them and covered their footsteps" he states.

"Red bull?" the mare says confused.

"What is the red bull?" the foal asks curious.

"His firstling bull has majesty, and his horns are the horns of a wild ox. With them, he shall push the unicorns, all of them, to the ends of the earth. Listen, listen, listen quickly!" the butterfly yells.

"We are listening" the unicorns assure him.

"Where are the other unicorns, and what is the Red Bull?" the mare demands.

"The king is in the counting house, counting out, counting out, counting... It's you or me, moth! Hand to hand to hand to hand to hand to hand" the butterfly tells them before flying off.

"He said we could find the other unicorns. But where? Or was the story of the Red Bull just another of his songs?" the foal asks the mare.

"Oh, we could never leave this forest" the mare states.

"But we must know if we are the only unicorns left in the world. Suppose they are hiding together, somewhere far away?" the foal asks her.

"You're right. What if they're waiting for us, in need of my help?" the mare says. they neigh in fear and begin galloping to the edge of the forest. They stop at the edge and look back at their friends. "We must go quickly, and come back as soon as we can" she states. The foal nods her head in agreement and they leave the safety of their forest. To begin their search fro the other missing unicorns. Not knowing the danger that lays ahead.

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Picture above of the cover and video above of the opening song. Picture on the external link of the two hunters.