Adventures of Fidd and Ford: unicorns.

Chapter 3

The next morning Fidd prepared their lunch for the exposition to find the unicorns.
"Ready?" Ford asked as he put the journal into his coat pocket.
"Yeah, I'm ready" Fidd walked up to Ford and pecked him on the cheek. They then walked out of the shack, hand in hand.

About an hour into their quest they came across the enchanted part of the forest. There were giant ruins scattered across the magical glade.  A sparkling river ran all the way through and butterflies fluttered in the wind.
"This is it" Ford said as he pulled the journal from his coat pocket.
"What do you mean this is it? I don't see any unicorns" Fidd asked in confusion.
"We have to do something first. If you follow me, my dear, I will show you" Ford grabbed hold of Fidd's hand and walked him into the meadow.

Ford then pulled out a tape recorder.
"What's that?" Fidd raised his brow.
"Well, in town yesterday an old coot was ranting about how to find a unicorn, I thought he had been drinking but then he started chanting this song and I recorded it just incase there was some truth to it. Then I studied it a little and I think it might be the key to finding the unicorns" Ford smiled as he played the tape. A deep voiced chant played from the tape recorder. They watched in awe as a giant building rose from the ground. They looked at each other with giant grins plastered on their faces. They then pushed open the amethyst doors to discover the realm of the unicorn.