Fablehaven Oneshots

Not Like Other Unicorns

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Set after
Dragonwatch
⟢ Kendra & Ronodin & Seth ⟣
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Kendra and Seth discover Ronodin's most embarrassing secret—he's a natural blonde.

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With years of peace under their belt, the  Knights of Dawn moved toward rehabilitation for certain enemies. Ronodin  quickly weaseled his way into a position at Fablehaven, and although  many complained, his presence kept the preserve interesting. At least,  he seemed to think so. After all, anyone would be lucky to be graced  with his presence.

The plastic gloves crinkled as Ronodin spread  the black dye across his light grown-in roots. "Damn it. I wish my hair  grew slower."

Kendra laughed. "I can't believe you're a fake."

She leaned against the bathroom mirror from her perch on the counter. Fondness tugged at her smile.

Ronodin  scoffed and straightened. A fake? How rude. The little dye brush that  came in the dye box stood tall in his hand as he gestured to her. "I  have never lied about my hair color."

"No, but it was always implied that you were dark-haired due to your darkness."  Kendra accentuated the last word with a spooky tone. "Because, really?  Platinum blonde? You're basically Bracken at this point."

"Shut  up. And he's literally my cousin, Kendra. If one were thinking  correctly." He paused his application to send her a raised eyebrow. "It  would make sense that relatives look alike."

Kendra shook her head. "But, see, you're a unicorn. You shouldn't have to abide by such rules."

"You act like we don't have genetics."

"Fairies look radically different from their parents."

"Fairies are different and weird. And annoying."

Kendra clutched her pearls. "Ronodin. This aggression—so unlike you."

"I am never asking you for help ever again."

"Hey, can I text Seth?"

Ronodin furrowed his eyebrows. "Text him what?"

"That you're blonde."

"Why?"

"I thought it wasn't a big deal?" Kendra batted her eyelashes.

Ronodin narrowed his eyes. "Fine. Tell him. It's not like I care," he muttered.

Ronodin  set his paintbrush down and surveyed his handiwork. His roots were  mostly covered, but he couldn't see the back of his head that well.  "Kendra, could you—"

The door burst open. Once the young shadow charmer caught his breath, he pointed and laughed at Ronodin. The disrespect.

Ronodin rolled his eyes. "I could smite all of you."

"Ronodin, you're literally Bracken now," Seth guffawed.

"Why  did both of you say that?" Ronodin threw up his hands, forgetting he  had the brush in his hand. A glob flew off the bristles and straight  onto Kendra's hair. "Oh, Kendra, I'm so sorry—"