Rosewood and the legend of the Unicorn

Chapter 14 - The Legend Of The Unicorn

"Now that you're officially one of us. We thought we'd finally tell you the truth. The truth of Rosewood, and where we all really came from."

Falcon, Nixon and Ashton are all sat in Falcons living room, with Ariana, preparing to tell her the truth of how it all began. How Rosewood became to exist...

Falcon quickly scrambles upstairs, and not too long after, returns with a dusty book, although surprisingly small.
On the front cover it reads 'The legend
Of the unicorn'

Falcon opens it up, and begins reciting its verses.
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The Legend of the unicorn

One of the brightest days to fall on London, there appeared a young girl,
dying,
who strolled uncomfortably in to a field.
London, being a big city, had few areas of genuine land left. But one area of land remained completely unknown. That was until this young girl stumbled across it accidentally, changing her life forever.

But this girl didn't wander in alone.
An unborn soul, still within the warmth of her mothers stomach, trailed in with her.

The pregnant, young girl, stood mesmerised by the simplicity of its presence.
A patch of Roses, purple roses, surrounded by blooming grass, the patch no bigger than her old bedroom.

Even though  she was surrounded by undeniable beauty, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming pain.

In agony she stumbled,
her body eventually gave in to the pain and she collapsed.
She collapsed amongst the sea of Roses.

She lay, eyes closed, her body facing the gleaming sun.
It's rays rested across the bump of an unborn baby.
Silence.
Until.
The wails of a child could now be heard.
The baby was born, but the mother was no longer there to comfort her child. The mother who took her last breath, so her baby could take their first.

Only hours later,
A man appeared.

Being only the second person to stumble amongst its undeniable beauty, he stood there mesmorised.
Until,
He looked down to find a truly horrific site.
A dead women.
Pregnant,
But with no baby in sight.

He knelt down to come in to
Contact with her
cold,
pale,
flesh.

A tragic story.

A young pregnant women who died unexpectedly,
Leaving her baby undiscovered for eternity.

He picked her up, and carried her back to his village.
Unknowingly leaving her baby behind...

One day later,
The man returned.

He scrambled deep through the nettles, pushing the roses to the side.
In desperate haste, looking for her child.

A breath of life is heard just a metre away,
But what he comes across,
Is no human baby.
A horse.
With wings.
With a horn of a unicorn.