Astrael held his breath tightly, lightly. From opposite the clearing, his fine-tuned ears made out the slight shhhh of ground foliage against itself.
He heard it over the soft babbling of the small stream. He sensed it amongst nighttime warblings of crickets and insomniac fairy chatter.
Full moon skylight pulled free of the clouds, sending winking water reflections from the circled group of trees. He pulled farther behind the ferns and now-sparkling trunk which concealed him.
Just then, she came. Majestically, silently, carefully into the open space stepped the unicorn.
Just as silently and carefully, Astrael raised his bow.
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Chel Owens 
Okay, very evocative piece and all that, but may I just say that I protest that dumb Astrael trying to shoot the unicorn. Shame on you, Astrael!
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Ha ha ha. Thank you.
I think D. Avery would understand about the hunter. 😉
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Chelsea, your flash has such a dream-like and magical quality. And then the last line brings the tension into sharp detail. Well done.
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Thanks, Charli. Sorry about killing your unicorn. 🙂
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It might not have been the last…!
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