Growing up in a village filled will unicorns, magic means everything. So growing up with a broken horn, unable to use the very thing that makes you a unicorn, can tend to inspire less than warm memories of home. This is Spell Squire's story of moving off and trying to find himself and move on from his ghosts.

This is my first fan fiction so it’s a little rough, and for that I will not apologize but ask for help in polishing this series up as it comes along.