Ice Unicorn
Prologue
Shyela
looked down over the congregation of twelve squabbling men. Sitting on a thrown carved mahogany and
inlaid with gold and ruby upon the dais she watched with growing disgust. The group had once been united under her,
and now they lay scattered and power hungry.
One thousand years of humanity had changed them all. The hearts of men are greedy and the years
had corrupted them. Shyela alone still
belived in the power of her speices.
The Change was drawing near and it would bring them a new power. A power that would allow her once mighty
people to rise up again and take dominion over all of Antaria.
In a few
minutes the millenium would turn and it would be time to cast aside their
filthy human skins. The dawn of the new
year would bring about the birth of a new species. The men however were undecided.
They argued and hesitated until the noise hummed through the cavern
where Shyela had made her palace, nearly 200,000 years before.
“Silence!” She commanded.
The small
group went quiet immediately though they still shifted nervously. Rising up to her full six foot stature
Shyela prepared to address her people.
She could remember a time when there would have been thousands gathered
at her feet. Now only a dozen remain,
all of them male. Her red velvet dress
clung to her body like a coating of blood as she paced before them. Above all she was the fairest, and above all
she was the most powerful. She knew
this, she knew this well.
“The time
draws near.” Shyela said calmly. “Soon we will be free.”
“But what
if we turn out worse?!” One of the men
dared to shout, he knew the others were on his side now.
“Yes! Exactly!”
Another called. “Humans already
hold dominion over Antaria, we would be best to stay this way and take over
from inside the government.”
“We
should stay human!” Several cried.
“No!” Shyela screamed. “No! We have failed to
become powerful enough in this form, we have failed for a thousand years! It is time to Change! We will become more powerful!”
“You
don’t know that, Shyela.” A dark man
growled. He was the strongest among the
men and most respected. “We could spend
the next thousand years as Sheep!”
The
congregation started to buzz again.
They were all in agreement now.
“I don’t
want to be a Rooster for a thousand years again!”
“Or a
Dog!”
“Yes,
this is the best form we have ever taken.
Let us not waste it on chance!”
“We must
stay human!”
“I for
one will not stand on the pyre tonight.”
The dark one, named Orion, declared firmly.
“Fools! Cowards!”
Shyela cried. “The ages have
made you all afraid, and weak! If our
numbers weren’t so small you would not have this disease!”
“That may
be true, Shyela, but look around you.
Our numbers are small.” Orion
bowed deeply. “And as the Great Queen
you will not let us touch you to replenish the numbers.”
“You
would only pass on your weak blood!”
Shyela snapped. She lifted a
torch out of its holder near her thrown and raised it above her head. The torch's bright flame was put to shame
but the colour of Shyela’s brilliant red hair.
“You have followed me for 200 millennia. Trust me now!”
“No! We have trusted you for too long and it has
gotten us nowhere!” Orion pushed the
other men away from the great pyre in the middle of the cavern. “Go ahead, Great Shyela, give up the
powerful form you have. Turn yourself
into a Rat and you can gain control of the world through the sewer, where you
are most at home.”
Shyela
spat at Orion. Taking the torch she
climbed to the top of the pyre. When
the midnight chime struck she defiantly threw fire down at her feet. The flames licked greedily at the oil soaked
wood and at the hem of her velvet dress.
She stared coldly at the men who had backed away in fear. When the flames had consumed her the form of
a great bird with wings of fire could been seen. The cry of a fantastic eagle split through the silent air and as
if it was a cue the flame died out.
For a
long while the congregation stared at the heap of ashes. When a crack of thunder shook the very stone
beneath their feet the ashes leapt into the air. Swirling madly around the gray dust blinded the men who started
to yell and scream in the confusion.
When the ash settled the full impact of their mistake became clear.
A dragon
so beautiful it was a terror to look upon rose up before them. The scales were as red as the ruby throne
and flickered with the light of a thousand torches. The sinuous body spoke of grace and power. Golden horns and claws gave the dragon a
look of royalty. Onyx black eyes glared
hatefully down at the men.
Shyela
had been reborn! She stretched out her
membranous wings and roared in triumph.
The miraculous recovery was no surprise, even if her form was, for
Shyela and the twelve men were the last of a race of Phoenix. Born anew once a millenia from the ashes of
the dead. Feared and hunted by man
their numbers dwindled, but they still remained every hopeful of gaining
control over the lands.
And now,
after countless years of waiting the Phoenix had the power of the Dragon!
Chapter One
“Llandra!” Meka cried.
“Get back here child!”
“Now,
Honey, don’t go screaming your lungs out to the empty wind.” Chuckled her husband. “You know she’ll be back, let her have some
fun.”
“But it’s
indecent!”
“No one
is around to see.”
“I don’t
care!” She protested. “If Llandra is ever going to be married she
is going to have to start acting like a proper woman!”
“She’s
only 15. Let her be free for a
while. Let her ride.”
If she
tried Llandra could just barely make out her mother’s shrieking over her
horse’s pounding hooves. However she
didn’t try, she made straight for the forest feeling the power of Takio under
her. Takio was the most agile stallion
for hundreds of miles around. At
seventeen hands high he towered over his young mistress when she was grooming
his jet black coat.
In the
forest they were as one. Quick as
thought Llandra guided him between tall trees, over streams, and into deep
meadows of thick grasses. Today was a
particularly sunny day, but the fall chill kept the pair from becoming
uncomfortable during the hard gallop.
Llandra’s green cloak whipped about wildly in the wind and the hem of
her dress rose indecently as her mother feared for she refused to sit
sidesaddle on her steed. As the trees
beside her became blurs she felt the troubles of her home life slipping
away. Takio brayed with delighted as he
leapt over the five foot stone wall that marked the edge of the farm land. Llandra took the jump as if she herself had
flown into the air.
When they
came to the azure lake that lay a few miles from the farm Llandra let Takio
take a much needed drink. The lake was
deep and to one side there was a twenty foot sheer cliff of rock that gave the
lake an odd shape. Hoping down Llandra
wandered off along the lake shore and picked a flower for her long red
hair. At the sound of horse hooves
approaching she expected to turn to find Takio about to nuzzle her to get back
to the ride. Instead she was greeted by
the harsh voice of Zapar. Zapar was
older, almost eighteen, with a spotty complexion and wiry frame. His fine clothing and black velvet cape
displayed his family's wealth contemptibly.
“Why has
such a lovely flower place a weed, in comparison, in her hair?”
“Get back
on your mule and go away, Zapar.”
Llandra mocked.
“Mule?!” Zapar spat.
“Insolent female! If you knew
your place, girl, you wouldn’t speak to me or my horse like that! My father...”
“Your
father doesn’t scare me!”
“My
father owns the land your filthy peasant family scratches a meal from.” Zapar dismounted and seized Llandra by the
shoulders, she tried to back away but the lake prevented her. “That means my father owns your family, and
what he owns I own!”
“Don’t touch
me, Zapar!”
“I’ll
touch what I like.” Zapar hissed
lecherously. He pulled Llandra close
and forced her into a kiss.
“Takio!” Llandra cried when she could breath again.
Takio was
there in a flash. Rearing up on his
back legs the black stallion was a menacing figure. Zapar’s bay gelding neighed and backed away. Llandra forced herself free of Zapar’s icy
grip and leapt up on Takio’s bare back, she had never liked saddles and neither
had Takio. She gripped the reins and
spun Takio around. Without so much as a
nudge the dark horse exploded into a full gallop.
Zapar
quickly caught his bay, mounted, and chased after the fleeting pair. Llandra’s blood pounded in her ears as she
heard Zapar’s horse drawing closer. He
had been getting braver and more desperate as she had grown older. Now that she become more or less a woman he
had been hounding her daily. When they
reached a meadow clearing Zapar’s lighter horse started to close the gap
between them.
Knowing
that she’d never out run Zapar, Llandra chose to out maneuver him. She pulled the reins hard to the left and
Takio turned around like a bird in flight and plunged back into the
forest. Zapar had gone a hundred feet
before he could get his bay to turn around.
Once in the forest Llandra steered Takio in a weaving path through the
thick trees and under low branches.
Zapar
followed more slowly waiting for another break in the trees to give him the
chance to catch up, he didn’t have near the control or confidence through the
trees. Llandra had made the mistake of
moving up towards the foot hills of the Tri-Peak Mountains so Zapar got his
wish. As the trees thinned he put on
speed and came closer once again. By
this time both horses were frothing at the mouth and their heavy hooves ripped
up the soft loamy soil.
Galloping
along the top of the cliff above the lake Llandra realized that she no longer
had a chance at out pacing Zapar’s bay.
At Llandra’s command Takio stopped dead and whipped his massive body
around to face the on coming bay.
Zapar’s face lit up with surprise.
He pulled at his horse’s reins so hard that the froth on the sides of
its mouth turned pink with blood. The
bay screeched to a stop ten feet in front of Llandra.
“Giving
up so soon?” He sneered.
Llandra
didn’t answer, she tugged Takio’s reins to the right and gave him a sharp
kick. Without a second’s hesitation
Takio followed orders and sailed off the edge of the cliff. Twenty feet later horse and rider plunged
into the deep lake. Zapar scrambled off
his horse and looked over the edge to see that Llandra was still on Takio’s
back and that he was swimming to shore.
“I’ll
still be waiting for you when you get home, Llandra.” Zapar got on his abused horse and forced it at top speed toward
the farm.
Chapter Two
Bendel
woke around mid day. He was getting old
and he knew it. After shuffling into
his blue robe he paid a few minutes of attention to his slightly matted gray
hair, although after all these years he still hadn’t grown a beard. Walking over to the kitchen caused his
flutter-cat to swoop down from the cottage rafters on purple feathered
wings. The flying cat hovered in the
air in front of old wizard purring and whining for food.
“Good
morning, Ciro.”
“Meow!”
“Yes,
yes, I know, it is far past your breakfast time. Forgive an old man.”
“Meow.”
“Thank
you.” Glancing over at the calendar to
see just how the year was coming along Bendel froze. “Great Yapar! It’s only
three days till the new milennia!”
Ciro flew
effortless back to his rafter, he knew now that he’d have to catch his own
breakfast. Bendel rushed over to his
desk and started rummaging through the scrolls. He tossed paper after paper aside. Finally he opened the desk and found the scroll he was in search
for.
Bendel
lit a candle on his desk with nothing more than an intense look. With the added light he began to read
through the scroll. Taking out a quill
he wrote some calculations down on a scrap piece of parchment. Every now and then he would look back at the
calendar to make sure he wasn’t going senile.
Ciro plopped down on his desk and played with the working quill.
“This
means trouble, Ciro.” Bendel
muttered.
When he
done the calculations several times over and come to the same conclusion the
wizard snatched his staff and a sack.
He haphazardly threw food, clothing, a few bottles containing different
colored liquids, an assortment of packets filled with powders, and a handful of
charms into the sack. The bag weighed
no more than it had empty thanks to a quick spell.
“Come
along, Ciro.” Bendel called. “We must warn the King!”
“Meow?”
“Yes,
now. It is important.” Bendel pointed at the calendar with his
staff. “Soon it will be the Year of the
Dragon!”
Chapter Three
Llandra
was shaking with cold and the aftermath of adrenaline by the time she and Takio
reached the final wall before home.
Takio automatically picked up speed as he neared the wall and despite
the day of vigorous exercise he leapt over it gracefully. Llandra had Takio approached the house
slowly, she did not relish having to explain to her mother why she was soaking
wet.
When the
house was in sight another, less pleasant, sight came into view. Zapar’s bay horse was tied up outside and
was calmly nibbling on the flowers in her mother’s garden. Llandra hadn’t thought she could get any
colder but suddenly a chill cut her right down to the bone. She knew what Zapar was up to. In a month Llandra would turn sixteen and
would be eligible for marriage. Her
family couldn’t refuse him even if they wanted to, and she knew her mother
would never even dream of refusing him.
Takio
started to shift nervously when Llandra didn’t make any move to take him to the
barn. Llandra took the hint, but when
she got there she didn’t take off his halter.
She had made her decision and it involved riding again. Llandra snuck up to her room and crawled in
through the open window. As quite as a
church mouse she slipped off her wet dress and crawled into a dry one. She’d have to take her wet cloak because it
was the only one she owned. Taking a
shoulder sack from the closet she filled it with clothing. After a moment of debate she stuffed her
flute into the sack. Lastly she dug her
purse out from under her bed. She only
had a few gold Meckels, but it was better than nothing.
Once back
out in the barn she added a horse brush and Takio’s show halter to her
sack. The show halter was silver in
colour with blue knot work on it.
Llandra had worked for months to buy it and she wasn’t going to be
parted with it now. She gave Takio a
quick rub down with a towel and added that to the over stuffed sack as
well.
Llandra
jumped back on Takio and faced him back towards the woods. Takio almost refused, but he trusted his
mistress. Avoiding the side of the
house with the living room windows the pair slipped off into the gathering
night. When they reached the wall both
Llandra and Takio balked.
“Am I
really going to do this?” Llandra asked
herself. “Where will I go?” She thought about what had happened that
afternoon and hardened her resolve.
“Anywhere but here!” She
answered herself out loud. She patted
Takio’s neck. “Can you make it over the
wall one more time, boy?”
It felt like
he understood her question as he started to run towards the wall. For the last time he vaulted over the wall
that separated the farm from the Wild World.
It was
dangerous to ride fast through the woods at night and Takio was tired from his
long day of riding. Llandra rode hard
anyway, she wanted to put as much distance between herself and Zapar as she
could. When morning came and she wasn’t
home he would be out looking for her.
Llandra
could imagine the fury on her mother’s face when she finally found the wet
discarded dress in the bedroom. She
knew her mother wouldn’t feel an ounce of sorrow or worry. She would just rattle and rage about how
ungrateful her brat daughter was.
Llandra felt no regret for leaving her mother. In fact she would have run off before if it wasn’t for her
father. Llandra felt a pang of
conscious as she thought of him. He
would miss her greatly and vice versa.
Suddenly Llandra was overcome by guilt for the selfishness of her
act. She decided that she would go to
the city and when she had made enough money to buy her family’s land and
freedom she would come back. Then she
could stay with her family and be safe from Zapar.
The only
foreseeable problem was getting to the city itself. Llandra had only been there once as a child and all she
remembered was that it took many days to get there. In fact as she and Takio rode on through the woods she wasn’t
even sure she was heading in the right direction.
Llandra
was jarred out of her thoughts when Takio stumbled on an exposed root. He didn’t fall, but he did stop. Llandra was about to urge him on when she
noticed how his muscles were shivering beneath her thighs.
“Poor
Takio. I’m sorry.” Llandra dismounted. “I’ve worked you too hard today, haven’t
I? I’m just scared. We’re on our own now Takio, just you and
me. Come on, there are some caves near
by.”
Caves
riddled the hills in this part of the ancient forest and provided shelter for
all sorts of creatures. Llandra
approached one large enough for herself and Takio very slowly. Usually the more open caves did not have
permanent residents, it was the caves that went deep underground that were
dangerous. They held yathors, kittlies,
and worse. Llandra knew that Takio
could smell any of these animals and would warn her if this cave was not safe
to sleep in.
Takio
hesitated at the low cave mouth and sniffed loudly at the stale air. Satisfied that no one was home he walked
inside. Llandra followed and found that
the cave only went a few yards back, just large enough for the two of
them. Takio was so tired he laid down
immediatly. Laying down against him as
a pillow Llandra fell asleep in the space between two breaths.