It is said that when two gods go to war, it is the civilizations both new and old that feel the effects. This is the story of one such battle…
A young Unicorn strolled along the beach as she did every night, to clear her head. Tonight however, it did not seem to be working. Purple waves illuminated by the distant sunset crashed hypnotically on white sand beaches as a flock of gulls flew overhead. Monkeys chattered in the swaying palm trees, and small crabs darted under rocks as she passed by. Lost in thought, the mare ignored all of the natural serenity and beauty that the island offered.
If the Cult Elder is correct in his prophecy, this may very well be the last time I walk these shores. She thought back to the fateful morning, and shivered. A cult meeting had been held in the Cave of Prophecy, in order to consult the Ponds of Infinite Reflections. Their findings had been grim, as the pools had warned of a threat to the village that had never been seen by this world.
