Victor The Territorial Unicorn

The Final Battle

Victor grabbed the squirrel by its head with his teeth, thrashed his head back and forth and then smacked the squirrel onto the ground. He lay sprawled on the ground, still and silent. Victor slid down from the tree and poked the squirrel with his horn to check if it was dead. He flipped the squirrel on its back and looked into its dead eyes. Victor grinned.

The squirrel then leaped onto Victor's had and bit his ear off. Victor bucked the squirrel off and trampled it with his hooves until the squirrel climbed up his leg. It grabbed Victor by his horn. Victor tried to buck it off but its grip was too strong. The squirrel then ripped Victor's horn right off his head and threw it to the ground.

For a moment Victor was stunned. He was no longer a unicorn. Then an horrible rage filled his heart. His eyes turned red and whipped the squirrel of his head. The squirrel picked up Victor's horn and ran, but running was no use. Victor was faster and he was angrier. Victor took the squirrel's head by his mouth and bit it off, decapitating the squirrel.

Victor spit the squirrels head out and looked at the body of the squirrel which was holding his horn. Victor took the horn out of the squirrels dead body. He placed delicately on his shit tree as a memorial and left.

Victor wandered around the forest until he stumbled on a placid lake. He looked at his bloody, hornless reflection. He was only a horse now. He was nothing special at all. He stared at his reflection for a long time until it became to much and he ran from the lake.

Victor ran and ran until he reached what he was looking for: the forest falls. There the forest river poured down a waterfall into a deep chasm. Victor looked down and remembered his old reflection as he plunged himself into the chasm ending his misery.