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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