Basil
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The last unicorn remains among the world. Her name was ˈYo͞onəˌkôrn, and was then renamed by a scientist to be then named Basil. She is a beautiful, powerful magic user, raised by Doctor Sebastian Martin- however, when people attempt to use her for power and magic, she is driven to madness, fleeing Nunavut with her small herd. Years later, Doctor S. Martin and his daughter, spot Basil. In a grasp of hope to find the young unicorn, they go on a journey to find her... but after everything, was there anything left of Basil at all? Was there even a point to their journey? This is an old iteration of this storyline that I started about 3 years ago, I do plan to rewrite it when and if I ever have the time or motivation to.
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We knew something wasn't right from the moment we awoke. It was like something was missing - a part of our very souls - and we couldn't sense the deficiency, no matter how hard we tried. A hundred million eyes adjusted to the dark all at once, all surprised to be awakened so soon. We ran through our checklists of limbs and senses, drawing ourselves out of our dreams piece by piece. Some went back to sleep, unaware, unbothered, too tired to notice the difference. Some lay in bed, too anxious to stand until the light of dawn crept through their windows at last, and they were sure the monsters in their closets had gone back to sleep. Some leapt from their slumbers, more keenly aware than others that the missing pieces were important. But we didn't know. We couldn't have. Not until we found ourselves standing in the light and discovered: We no longer had shadows.

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