A blue campervan with a white stripe pulled up next to a picnic bench and a burnt out fire pit. The door slid open. A short man stepped out wearing a black hoodie and Jean’s. His white hair was spiked upwards as he placed towards the bench with his red duffel bag. He looked around and finally set his gaze on a stone archway. It was covered in moss and cracks. It looked ancient. It had strange runic symbols on it that Kaden took to be Latin. He paced forth to investigate. He wandered through the arch and into the clump of trees that shrouded it in damp, stale darkness. Though when his face was under the shade of the trees, it seemed to lighten up and fill with small glowing bugs and plants. A large lake sat just up ahead. The water was bright and blue. There was a large grey horse drinking from it, its head barely visible. As Kaden slowly walked towards the lake, a small cabin appeared in his peripheral vision. It was run down and must. Covered in cobwebs and broken planks of wood. Kaden walked up to the door as the horse lifted its head. He reached out his hand a knocked on the door. He stepped back as the door flung open, revealing a nice looking, furnished and clean interior. A tall figure stood in the door frame.
“Hi! NOAH, THERES A BLOKE AT THE DOOR! So, have you noticed anything weird about these woods yet?”
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“Should I have?” Kaden looked around, “who are you anyway?”
“I’m Reece. And n-“
“”Noah’s back there? Yeh, I heard.”
“Uhh, Kaden turn around slowly...”
“How did you get my na-“ Kaden turned and saw the horse standing tall behind him.
“That there is a unicorn. They’re easily provoked so don-“
“Reelaaaxxxx, it’s a unicorn! I’ve read... all the books. These guys are friendly! Seeeee?” Kaden swiftly stretched out his hand to the unicorns head. In an instance, the unicorn lowered its head and plunged its horn forward, impaling and, on the spot, killing Kaden through the chest. Reece slammed the door shut as the horn split the wood down the middle from the centre.
“NOAH, HEs dead!”
A faint mumbling was heard from the background as a shorter man ran round the parting and threw Reece a small revolver. “Already??”
“I know!” Reece caught the gun, slammed open the door and shot. And shot. And shot over and over again. He bent down to the carcass, ripped of the unicorns horn and tossed it to Noah. “Grate that. I bet it’ll go well with the mushroom sauté.”
“Gotcha!” Noah ran of, back to the kitchen.
“Shame. Seemed promising.” Reece said as the door magically healed its wound and closed itself.