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series of mounds of stones engraved with strange runes druídricas around him. They had more than ten years of serving and giving shelter to travelers who were caught by darkness halfway.

That night was especially gloomy. The dense forest with thick glasses who played each other and just let in light, twisted into strange shapes trunks and shrubs and bushes growing everywhere and making the slow, difficult even within walking distance of the open road, contribuíaa reinforce the popular belief haunt the area. Add to this the pouring rain, lightning that lit for a momentthe strange shapes of the logs, making the traveler will appear threatening shadows hidden everywhere, and the deafening thunder and will get us an idea of why that night all the windows of the inn were closed and barred and no had a real desire to leave the warmth and light of the common room to retire to bed.

Maybe that's why when, late at night, he heard playing in the door, it was absolute silence. Everybody seemed suddenly to have become mute and paralyzed, except for the eyes, moving each other nervous, perhaps looking for comfort, perhaps complicity or maybe s & orcute, so afraid someone else than yourself.

ue F Emile who finally decided to go to the door. When all is said and done what was an inn, and though it was strange that some travelers arrived so late, and more on a night like this, not the first time.

T ll eyes followed him as he crossed the room, the door is dirigíaa, opened ... and with an exclamation of surprise and appeal the gods, bent down to pick something and then entered the room with a basket crude, seemingly made of leaves and green branches, which could be seen clarity, inside, a newborn. Like any explanation, tied to the handle was a piece of cloth where someone had written a single word:

Tilion.

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They say the heart of the unicorn is made for love, that love in a way that other creatures can not even imagine that, if viewed deprived of that capacity, a unicorn die.

However, the heart of Yssel, torn and bleeding, and had no more love to give. Had tried to look into the eyes of that Pequassistance had taken the child to which he belonged all his heart ... and you can not love without heart.

That's why I left. So that night he walked much farther than they had ever, up the road, the lands occupied by humans and elves. So the boy left the door of the inn and knocked a couple of times with the claw. And so, still with eyes filled with tears, turned to the deep woods, where he fell to the side of the pond had witnessed his love for Darsheeva, curled & o

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iacute; aa his favorite corner - a small pond that formed the base of a beautiful waterfall

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to drink and rest a while, outside é l surprised to stumble across a pair of green eyes stared at him full of wonder.

belonged to a young elf, looking beautiful, but something wild. His clothes, despite being made with fine fabrics and noble appearance, were dirty and ragged, his hair was matted and dotted with leaves and buds that appeared to have given up trying to remove. We watched rapt, eyes brillandhat reasons should have led to leave his life seemingly well-off to go to an enchanted forest full of dangers that were total strangers. Tan

was abstracted in such musings hardly was aware that she, little by little, a little timidly, drew nearer to him, to be face to face, letting the gaze is lost in the starry skies that were his eyes of a unicorn, which in turn could not deviate from that pair of green irises looked on with almost religious devotion. Did not react when, slowly, she raised a trembling hand with which he stroked lbut had been an impulsive act, devoid of malice. And instead, he had felt the sweetness in her eyes and fingers was enough to touch the tender heart of the unicorn. I could not help forgive her: the final analysis, the fault was hers alone, for when it should have been entrusted with care.

is proposed that from then on would monitor their steps, volveríaa not be caught by surprise. He shook his head and tried to forget the incident.

but could not.

The memory of the elf, his clothes torn,er, it seemed he had found a nook between the rocks that it intended to use as a den, or home, or at all the elves were called, and was collecting twigs and leaves to protect a little rain and wind and make something more welcoming.

The next day he saw her again. The observed over weeks, always making sure she was not aware of their presence. It was soon obvious that thought settle hacérsele to live there, perhaps indefinitely, eating what he could hunt or gather. Yssel, touched by the difficulties they had to face the girl, not tI burn surreptitiously begin to help: he used his magic to grow fruit in the branches of trees he knew she would look, away poisonous berries near the pond, if, unaware that it were, she tried to eat, pick up rocks and broken branches with shapes assumed that would be useful and let them near their camp ... All without being seen or heard by the lady, who, however, suspected that there must be an invisible hand behind this inexplicable string of coincidences that made everything easier. Even some nights when she was bed &Anon of them. Her skin, unusually pale, seemed to shed a glimmer of pure white, his hair, a long, long hair that reached down to below the knee, had the same golden color his mane, and the light that shone in her eyes lit up his handsome features with a beauty that went beyond the physical. With this form, approached her, determined to know once and for all the story of the elf.

When she saw him, said nothing. However, a gesture of understanding blossomed in his face. For a long time gazing atsilence, as if there were nothing else in the world that are worth more to do, and eventually fell for a moment the lids, as if trying to lock up and the image inside your mind. Cuad opened them delivered:

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've decided to show ... again.

The unicorn nodded quietly. All this time had remained perfectly still, silent, determined to respect the time of it.

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My name is Yssel, my lady. Some time ago we know ...

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Nobody talks like that, and

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said, shrugging his shoulders, while volvíaa raise his eyes to the

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. Call me Darsheeva.

In this and subsequent meetings, Darsheeva told her story. At one time was the only daughter of a noble family of great weight in Arthia. However, hleft no doubt about which was the reason for that.

With a broken heart, covered with rocks the entrance of the cabin that she had found on the banks of the pond, where they had lived all that time in a paradise that had just been razed by the flames. Uttering a word arcane, sealed the stones so that no one could ever separate them, wrapped the child in cloth and taken back to his true form, held it between his teeth, he turned and went away ;. They say that in every place where one of her tears fell now flows