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Jun. 2nd, 2019 01:08 pmThe heat of summer was overdue, the grey, muggy afternoons of spring overstaying their welcome. It had been a cool spring, the ground never quite drying out, with overgrown weeds choking out much of the more desirable vegetation. There was a quiet murmur of worry among Darrow’s few farmers, with late harvests expected, and low yields anticipated. As June began, the end of the school year loomed, and even those who weren’t students seemed to be holding their breath for the respite of summer.
On the morning of June 2nd, as dawn approached, Darrow itself seemed to hold its breath. The insects were silent, the air eerily still, even birds’ calls dying in their little throats. For an awful few moments, it was as if life in the city stopped entirely, preparing for something either wonderful or terrible. When the unicorn burst from the forest, its flowing white tail whipping behind it, the city itself gave a relieved exhalation.
With the creature came a burst of life, perhaps subtle at first, but as the unicorn made a home for itself in Darrow’s countryside, flowers bloomed and fruit ripened heavily on the vine unlike ever before. Vibrant birds and curious rabbits populated the rolling fields, the trees and even the mountain beyond suddenly teeming with life.
The rains, when they came, were warm and soaking, rejuvenating waters which glistened on leaves and flower petals. The sun was a warm, comforting presence, bathing the entire city in light, and beneath it, goodness flourished.
However, a scale was now tipped out of balance, and those with the right knowledge understood that such bounty could not possibly last.
On the morning of June 2nd, as dawn approached, Darrow itself seemed to hold its breath. The insects were silent, the air eerily still, even birds’ calls dying in their little throats. For an awful few moments, it was as if life in the city stopped entirely, preparing for something either wonderful or terrible. When the unicorn burst from the forest, its flowing white tail whipping behind it, the city itself gave a relieved exhalation.
With the creature came a burst of life, perhaps subtle at first, but as the unicorn made a home for itself in Darrow’s countryside, flowers bloomed and fruit ripened heavily on the vine unlike ever before. Vibrant birds and curious rabbits populated the rolling fields, the trees and even the mountain beyond suddenly teeming with life.
The rains, when they came, were warm and soaking, rejuvenating waters which glistened on leaves and flower petals. The sun was a warm, comforting presence, bathing the entire city in light, and beneath it, goodness flourished.
However, a scale was now tipped out of balance, and those with the right knowledge understood that such bounty could not possibly last.
