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The Raven’s Unicorn

R. Moses

The Raven's Unicorn

by R. Moses

Smashwords Edition

All rights reserved. Copyright © 2013 by R. Moses

This is a work of fiction, and all names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The Raven's Unicorn

Vayen the white raven mused on the nature of unicorns as he set his trap, carefully designed as a game of strategy called 'Circle.'

He hopped over to the narrow stream to select only the purest, smoothest, whitest stones for the game pieces.

Unicorns were drawn to anything pure like wide-eyed human tots to sweets. Even the soiled unicorn Vayen was luring to his snare would be compelled to approach something so beautifully laid out.

The raven worked diligently under the too-warm sun, setting up the game one stone at a time, hop by hop, flutter by flutter. At the end of his considerable labors, he had produced a gaming board on the glade floor, scratched in dirt, thirty stones hemming in twelve playing pieces, a line drawn down the middle.

Vayen marked his playing pieces on the left half of the circle by using a small magic of impression. He pressed his claw down carefully, fluffed his ivory feathers, concentrated all his energies. Hot and then cold.

He removed his claw and saw that the glittering mark of his claw had taken. He did this five more times.

Vayen did not rest, but took right of first move, dropping his stone across the line. He strutted out of the circle and waited, still musing upon the nature of unicorns. Or, at least, this specific unicorn, Nicor. He was renown for being an arrogant, shimmering, prancing parody of a unicorn prince.

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