For The Love Of A Unicorn

by LionelYoung

Prelude

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I

Prelude

The night was warm and between my window, I could see the full moon that sprinkle her cold light in the middle of the streets.
The avenue was deserted, only a homeless in leather jacket, wandering for the streets with a sword in his left hand sing a song about a lost and sad love, and from the heart of the city you could hear his sad cry.

I went downstairs, and I approached to him, obviously, he don’t wanted to talk, only the light of the moon illuminated his sword that fade slowly with the wind.
He looked at me and reaches out with sad and tired expression, he didn’t said nothing, and I suppose that he shouldn’t do it. Although on the one hand I would have liked to hear his story, he has not impetus for that, so I put a few coins in his hand, smiled and I went back to my home.

My mother was asleep, and the clock noted the 02:26 AM and I quietly walked to my room and closed the door with key, I went into the dark silent ritual of seeing my little pony. Once it was over my eyes fell, stumbling from exhaustion, the hour of sleep had arrived for sure, for start with great energies the day that comes in a few hours.

My room lay in the dark and I could hear the wind and the echoes of the trees, I blinked in the dark and I saw shadows come and go, I was prepared for fall asleep and to the sad auto induced lethargy of each night. But then, for the corner of my eyes I saw a shimmering yellow light that was formed in the door of my room, the light attracted the objects to it and the things disappear into it, i was object of the attraction too, no matter how much I wanted to be free.
When I entered into the light, my eyes were closed.
As I went down, I could hear voices, and some things that reminded me something strangely familiar, but then, full of fear i screamed with all the power of my voice and I fell to the ground.

When I opened my eyes I realized that the morning was here, the sun shone with great heat. I went to walk to the path full of death leafs; I was scared I must say it because I didn’t know where I am.
Suddenly i saw ponies that walked in the moor, and they greeting me with a smile

Everything was stranger than my normal dreams and I wasn’t very sure about nothing, i walked every step with great careful, believing that I would find a great threat to face. Sure, I wasn’t prepared or ready, even I wasn’t sure that I’m not living a dream.
Thus I decided to make a little experiment conducive to determine my state of consciousness.
So I approached to one of the multiple apple trees of the path and I kick it, and I could feel, in that way, the tender hug of the pain. So I realized that I’m wasn’t dreaming
But, if not so.... ¿where i was?.
i started to walk for the riverbank, until the delta, slowly, admiring the particular ecosystem. after a 20 minutes of walk and a maddening silence through the plane i could see a city

I approached to the entrance with fear but decided and great was my surprise to find a sign saying "Welcome to Ponyville. Population 12,548 inhabitants".
I had so many hopes of what I could find but didn’t know how I arrived and I was frankly surprised that the inhabitants hadn’t been intimidated by my presence

The town was silent and very few souls nailed their hooves in the streets, I was confused because I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have money, or place to sleep
I start to walk again after this stop, and suddenly I saw that , in the distance, was the Rarity's boutique

When I saw it, my eyes shone, and many thoughts crossed my mind, i started to laugh with nervous.
Meanwhile Pegasus cleared the clouds to make way for a large and bright sun that illuminated the beauty of all that was available to the eyes

when I arrive to the boutique i could see that it has several towers and windows, the towers was painting of blue and gold, the facade of the boutique was white
I thought a lot my next movement while I was losing my breath, because, in one hand I only want to know her. But on other hand, I didn’t have any idea of I was doing there.
But my spirits suddenly gained impetus and without hesitation I strike the door

II

From The End Of The Word

nobody answered at my call so, in sad resignation, i turned away to try to return home, no matter the way. of course, i was disappointed of my bad luck, but suddenly i could feel the door open with shyness. it was the little Sweetie Belle who came out

she came in, while I closed my eyes I didn’t want to talk, i didn’t want do nothing, my legs turn to wool under my feet, suddenly she came out, looked at me with surprise and said

her words frozen my blood, and led a sensation of shivering through all my body ¿how could she know my name? ¿how could she didn’t surprised?

i came in, the floor was covered of silk, in the walls, pictures and had several doors that were closed

i looked at her and laughed

I got up and walked a little bit, with curious about the closed doors i well know that in a designer boutique, you can't expect surprises, but soon i would understand that this prejudice was a mistake

She started introducing me to the story of her childhood, about that how she got her cutie mark and her hopelessness when she thought that her destiny was a rock, about the difficulties in the fashion school of canterlot

In fact the boutique gorgeously decorated. the rooms don't offered surprises, the mostly of the rooms are for job, so only had sewing machines, fabrics shelves, some empty boxes and a pair of sling
I must note the order of the rooms where no one thing is out of place.

The other rooms were decorated in a different to the way that i thought chandeliers in the ceiling, Flemish tapestry, antique furniture with relief, some rustic sculptures and even a grand piano. Of course I couldn’t but be surprised by Rarity skills but that which was strange is ¿where she had absorbed all that creative influence? That insurance wasn’t in Ponyville but rather in our world

I didn't say nothing, I just look at her and smiled. We had walked the entire boutique but there was a door that Rarity strangely refused to open

Between the bristles of the purple curtains while invisibles seraphim sing a noble song, i could contemplate the wind that rocked the trees in the last moments of the twilight who makes born the majesty of the well known darkness

Meanwhile there, outside, the lanterns are lit and the lovers walk together, in a silent walk. Refugees in the power of their love

i returned with Rarity, who wait for me in the living room

Rarity watched the clock

As I climbed the stairs thousand strange thoughts came together in my giving rise to an odd sense of nervousness

I expected intimidated without know what i will see and the fear fill me of doubts and make me shiver
five minutes passed until y hear the sound of the open door

i came into the room with little steps, and i could see her. she was dressed with a sexy black dress, and her body smelled to roses

She looked at me with sad expression and moistened eyes

She turned and began walking toward the bed, leaned back and stretched gently over his white linen body

So I did and I sat down. I steeled myself and ask

That filled me with a strange fear

Walked my steps towards the exit door, but was suddenly interrupted by Rarity

quickly and without hesitation I agreed to his request even though I felt a little weird doing something that surely would have seemed strange in the eyes of our world

She closed her eyes and i began to touch slowly her mane soft and caressing her horn don´t know for why strange reason. Her breathing became of harmonious in chaotic and choppy and to my surprise her horn began issuing mild flashes, her expression became flushed and said weakly

I certainly obeyed and sat down beside her to watch her in silence, when she was asleep I whispered

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