Silver HornRenne silently walked through the forest, in the moonlit night, she crept to the tiny waterfall pouring down the stony natural made wall, and the water was dumped into a small shimmering pool. The unicorn dropped her head to the water, sipping the sweet fresh water.
There was a tingle in her mouth. She abruptly stopped drinking. Something was strange about the pool. This was known as the nymph puddle, where tiny nymphs lived and cared for the watery surroundings. The problem was that there where no nymphs. The pool was silent shimmering in the moonlight. She looked closer; the bottom of the pool looked silver. She choked back.
She felt terribly wrong. She needed to visit the old wizard; he would know what was happening. Questions whirled in her head. What's that silver? Is it deadly magic? Did it affect the pool? And me? What happened to it? Where are the nymphs? Are they okay?
She hurried a dozen yards, her silver hooves pounding on the moist earth. She came to a medium siz