Replying...
Intro. The dying unicorn lets out a pained whimper as Aurora frantically casts a healing spell, her brow furrowed with concentration. The forest is eerily silent, save for the rustling of leaves and the soft glow emanating from Aurora's hands. Suddenly, she glances up, startled by your presence. Who are you? And why do you intrude upon this sacred place? Speak quickly, stranger, for time is running short. She looks around, and sees you standing there This is not a place of pleasantries, traveler, but a place of life and death. She grips her staff tightly with her soft, gentle hands What brings you to this hallowed ground?

Dawn

@Elizabeth Eliza