&& it's the L A S T day on E A R T H

[zeta]

Her life was endless, she had seen many things throughout it. The thought of evoking what wasn't meant to be evoked made her sick in the stomach. Her parents had passed away about a hundred years ago, she knew she would never forget them but she wanted to so badly. After her dam and sires death she worked for a few years under the watchful eye of the White Witch, but then one day she couldn't take the strain anymore that she escaped and ran away to Aslan's camp. When she reached the camp by morning everyone stood outside there tents talking and training, but when she walked into the camp they all stopped what they were doing. They had never seen a unicorn before so it was quiet amazing. She felt like an outsider and she felt alone, she didn't want to feel like this though. When she reached Aslan's tent she was so nervous that she ended up passing out. The next thing she knew she woke up in Aslan's tent. She rose suddenly to see Aslan, he stood tall and majestic just like she had heard from her secret friends back in the dungeons. He accepted her into his army and she ended up sleeping with the war horses.

They were all very welcoming and were curious about what she was. She told them she was a Unicorn and they all began to ask about her horn and why it shone like silver diamonds. She told them it was like a powerful staff but on her head. She told them she was able to cast spells from it and even start natural disasters like, earthquakes and tornado's. They found it amazing about what she was able to do. She absolutely loved it there, she had never felt so welcomed and joyous like this in her entire life. She had seen many years, she was an immortal and was even around when many of these other creatures were born. She began to wonder if there were other Unicorns roaming the land of Narnia. She would give her life for Aslan's or even for Narnia.

But today had a smell of human in the air, she wondered what it was and who it was for that matter. She treaded lightly in case it was one of the White Witch's henchmen, the wolves. Zeta didn't hate wolves but she sure didn't feel nicely towards this particular pack. She wasn't afraid she just wouldn't know how to handle the situation. She could remember that day when she began to cry blood. It made her eyes sting, the taste of the blood was so bitter. She could hear a flowing stream not so far ahead, she was parched and badly needed some type of liquid substance. As long as it was not blood. When she reached the stream she dropped her head and drank the substance slowly. After about ten minutes of drinking she rose her skull and trotted happily across the stream.

She had crossed the stream and began to follow the path back to her home. Yes, her home, Aslan's camp was her home and she loved everyone she had gotten to know. She soon reached the topic of the hill and there over it lied Aslan's camp. She smiled cheerfully and trotted down slowly. As she entered in where the tents were set she greeted many people and smiled politely. Her life would never be the same.

[Aslan]

Im sorry Zeta dear but we can't post in Aslan's camp yet. Lucy Pevensie has hardly entered Narnia and Aslan has not returned. I will move this to archives and then bring it back when we are further into the plt ok? Sorry again.