Sapphire
She was power, she was grace, she was immortal energy galloping across the landscape. Everything she saw through her new eyes shimmered and shone with color, light, and detail she had never noticed before. The world was more beautiful than she could have ever imagined through her human eyes. In this mind she felt only peace, a oneness with everything that eradicated fear and other petty human emotion. She threw her mane and trumpeted a beautiful cry to the others. Out of the forest nearby, erupted answering cries along with many more black unicorns. But to her unicorn eyes they were not black. They were swirling blue energy with manes and tails of white fire. Then the humans came.
They came on armored horses, with swords, spears, and arrows imbued with magical enchantments capable of slaughtering the most powerful creatures in the world. She reared, not in fear, not in anger or hatred, but only with the thought to protect her own kind from this sudden malice. She knew what would happen if such dark energy subdued them. The herd tried to veer away, but they were surrounded. Arrows rained down upon them, and Ava saw through Lesath’s memory, through his eyes, what happened. Not only did she see, but she felt it.
An arrow pierced her side and she cried out in agony, though not from mortal pain. She cried out from the selfish, greedy, arrogant desire attached to the human that had shot the arrow. Those same thoughts and feelings overwhelmed her. They began to change her. She saw many other unicorns falling to the same fate; she watched their blue energy turn dark as they fell, only their horns still glowing white, the only pure power keeping them from morphing into terrible forms. In the chaos, only she and a few others escaped but not before she saw the heinous crime these humans were capable of.
As she and the other few galloped away, she looked back, slowed, and turned. A female human, with long blonde hair, the one she knew as Lorna, dismounted her steed and walked over to a fallen unicorn. Without hesitation she raised her sword and brought it down upon the unicorn’s horn, severing its power and its life. Strange, unknown feelings, welled up in Lesath: anger, hatred, revenge. Feelings, as a unicorn, she had never experienced before. But now she was no longer as she had been. Now she had felt the sting of human greed for power, and she hated them for it.
The woman she had once known as a young girl, that she had come to in the forest long ago, looked up and pointed at her with a sword. There was no innocence, no love, in Lorna’s adult eyes anymore, only desire and envy for a power she wanted to possess.
The memory morphed into another, and Lesath was now upon the mountain top, stepping out of the glowing arch. Much time had passed. The slaughter had finally ceased. Here before her were the three sisters. They had come with regret, with humble penance, with an offer to right their wrongs. She could feel it in their souls. In…two of them. Before she could turn back to the safety of her realm, an S-shaped dagger imbued with spells sliced through the air. As she turned her head away, it sheered off the tip of her horn. Lesath reared and screamed, ears plastered back, anger flaring like fire in her eyes. The other two sisters, Adhara, and Capella attacked Lorna, but she was too quick and vanished with the sapphire-like shards. As Lesath’s body began to change into a moloch, the sisters fled. The arch erupted in light and began to close. Ava began to leave Lesath’s body and memories, but not before she felt his burning desire for revenge, not before she felt the curse and the anger radiating from him to all those touched by it.