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Egoraven: Legend of the Silk Rose [05]

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The girl did not succeed in escaping the notice of her older sisters as she scurried out of the house. Hannah had awoken, despite her lack of sleep, with the intention of finishing her chores early. She was still embarrassed to have been discovered sleeping on the windowsill by her mother who escorted the unconscious girl back to bed. At least she was glad to have gotten some rest. Now she faced a new pair of spies as her sisters giggled at their sibling’s antics. Hannah was dressed in her best clothes as she braided wildflowers in her hair.

“And where is our princess heading off today?” Jenny’s voice rang with gentle mocking.

“Why, to meet her prince of course,” Marion answered with an equal sting.

Hannah tried to ignore their teasing as she kissed her mother goodbye. “I’ll try not to be long,” she said as she ran out the door. All three women smiled as they watched her race towards the river.

“Do you think she’s finally caught the attention of Gunther’s apprentice?” Mother asked her remaining daughters as her youngest disappeared from view.

“She had his heart since they first met,” Jenny replied, fanning herself for effect. They giggled at the display, wishing the maiden well.

Hannah knew she had arrived too soon but having to wait for the unicorn was not bothering her at all. She took care in seating herself in the same spot Alaric had met her before, spreading out her dress around her for dramatic effect. She dusted herself off for good measure, redoing questionable braids. Hannah wanted to look her best for the black unicorn, if he came.

As she postured a moment of dread set in. What if the unicorn didn’t come? She had worked so hard to see him. What if someone found her before the unicorn came, or worse, while he was with her? As long as there were unicorns, people were always after their magical horns. The last thing Hannah wanted to do was to put the magnificent creature in any danger.

Calming herself as best as she could, Hannah closed her eyes, folding her hands in her lap. She posed herself as she thought any maiden in legend would do to capture a unicorn, though capture was not what she intended. She concentrated on the gentle rushing of the river, feeling the breeze rustle the flowers in her hair. The sun was warm on her face as an overwhelming serenity filled her heart.

“You look beautiful,” a voice spoke.

Hannah opened her eyes, snapping herself from her reverie. Alaric walked to her with graceful ivory steps, looking at her with his deep blue eyes. She couldn’t find any words to greet him with, instead flashing a bright smile.

Alaric kneeled next to her, placing his head in her hands. Hannah leaned against him, her delicate fingers brushing through the silk mane. Wrapping her arms around his powerful neck, a tense breath made her catch herself.

“I’m… I’m sorry…”

Feeling awkward, Hannah pulled away, gathering up her gown. The unicorn looked at her with unblinking eyes.

“Have I offended you?” Alaric asked as the girl shifted her weight with nervous energy.

Hannah shook her head, unsure what to do next. “You far from offend me,” she replied. “In fact, I know many a girl who would give so much to be where I am now.”

“If you did not wish to be with me, you did not have to make your promise.”

Hannah felt herself blush with intense embarrassment. “I didn’t break my promise. I am here just as I said. It’s just that…” Her voice trailed as she struggled to find the words that wouldn’t upset the unicorn. “Forgive me for saying, but as much as I want to, being here goes against everything my family taught me.”

Alaric continued watching her. No anger or confusion crossed his face. In fact the lack of emotional response made Hannah uncomfortable.

“Tell me, ” the unicorn answered. “What is it that you have been told?”

She felt herself blush more. “I don’t want to offend you. I should be going.”

The unicorn turned away, watching the river. Despite her protest, Hannah could not get herself to leave.

“Do you fear me?”

Hannah thought about the question. “I know I should,” she answered with honesty. “Unicorns steal away people for the pleasures of the elves that care for you, enchanting them so that they may never return to the mortal world.”

The unicorn turned back to her. “But do you fear me?”

“No, I don’t. I have also heard that unicorns are kind, peaceful creatures who are done more harm by man than the other way around. I have no reason to believe you are not one of those unicorns.”

She saw Alaric smile and couldn’t help but smile back.

“So if you do not fear me then why do you stand ready to run? Do you believe in your heart that I intend you no harm?”

The girl nodded.

Alaric continued. “I enjoy the company of humans but I of course must choose my company with great care. Would it give you comfort to know that I cannot enchant you without your permission?”

“What do you mean by that?” Hannah asked. “I thought that magic can take anyone.”

“No, if it was that easy, you would have been mine without question,” the unicorn answered. “But there you are ready to leave me. If you wish, you may go back to where you came. Be sure though that I will not be here when you return.” He turned away from her.

Hannah stood frozen questioning as to what course she should take. In her mind her mother’s voice echoed with warnings. On the other here was a unicorn, the most magical of animals just wanting to spend time with her. The thought of walking out on him seemed beyond any measure of rudeness. Not being able to ever see the unicorn again created a dull pain in her heart.

“No, I must leave,” Hannah answered rather unconvincingly. “I cannot stay here.” Picking up her dropped hem, she gave the black unicorn a hesitant second glance. “I must go home.”

Each step she took was heavy and unsure. The further she walked the more she wondered whether it was the right idea to refuse a lonesome unicorn a little cordial company. She stopped, passing a nervous hand on her throat.

“Alaric? Please, don’t leave.” She puffed as she ran back where the unicorn had stayed.

“You say I cannot be enchanted without my permission, right?”

Alaric nodded. “Nothing will happen unless you decide you want it to happen.”

There was a pause as the girl processed his words with caution, trying to balance wisdom with want. Hannah walked over, lowering herself next to him. “Well, I don’t mind staying with you then,” she replied.

The unicorn smiled again. “I am very happy you’ve given me that. Put your arm around me. It gives me great comfort.”

Hannah did as the unicorn told. She snuggled closer, feeling the warm effervesce of magic radiating from him. The sensation was calming. She buried her face in his long mane, breathing in deep his fragrant scent. They sat in silence, watching the river water pass over smooth stones sparkling like diamonds in the sun.

* * * * *

Desmond followed the neat path to the cottage as he had many times before, except this time with excited nervousness in his steps. Hannah’s mother was a midwife, growing many odd exotic plants not found in town. There was no trading to be done today, as Gunther had done many times however his mission was no less important.

As he neared the house he could see Hanna’s mother enjoying the day sitting out front with her two daughters. Jenny and Marion were both married to well-to-do merchants and were spending the week visiting their reserved mother and youngest sister. They drank lemonade while they fanned themselves, laughing away to the latest gossip. As the young apprentice came into close enough view the talking stopped. The three of them gave wide smiles as all eyes turned on him.

“Uhm, hello,” he said as he offered a polite bow.

“Why, hello there Desmond,” Hannah’s mother answered. “Quite a surprise to find you here.”

“Indeed,” Jenny added, fanning herself. Marion settled for another sip of her lemonade.

Desmond rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous hand. “I was hoping to find Hannah here, but I guess she’s not. I didn’t see her do chores.”

“She did them early,” Marion said. “And left as soon as she finished.”

“Indeed again,” Jenny replied. “In fact, she dressed up in her best clothing, even brushing out that tangled nest of hair of hers.”

Hannah’s mother began to realize the situation wasn’t as they had assumed. “We thought she was with you.”

Jenny and Marion glanced at each other.

“No, she’s not,” Desmond replied, fidgeting with embarrassment. “Uh, this was kind of a surprise. She wasn’t expecting me.” He began to walk away.

“Wait… I can say with confidence that I saw her head down the river. If you go, I am sure you can catch up with her.” Hannah’s mother pointed in the general area behind the house.

“True,” Marion added. “It’s not like there’s anyone else around here she’s going to meet up with. And Town is much too far to go by foot. She may be waiting for you and you don’t know it.”

“Surprises for everyone!” Jenny exclaimed, waving her fan in the air in an attempt to literally wave away the rising awkward feelings.

Desmond smiled, thanking the ladies for their words of encouragement. Taking quick steps, he went towards to the other side of the river he until recently would shout to. The three women followed his moves, knowing he was trying to avoid their gazes. As he disappeared around the corner of the cottage, they burst into giggles again, though this time Hannah’s mother sported a little more concern on her face.

This is not going to turn out like we’re hoping, she thought, hiding her growing apprehension.. Turning back to her chattering daughters she joined in their informal conversation, content for now to see how events unfold before making her uneasiness known.

“What did they mean that she couldn’t be with someone else?” Desmond contemplated as he walked alongside the river. “Is there someone else to worry about? I don’t remember anyone else living around here.” Paranoia began to settle in his already racing mind. “Marion is right. Town is too far to go by foot. They don’t even have the means for Hannah to go all the time even if there was someone.” He tried not to think too hard about what they were implying. He felt his heart grow heavy, his stomach queasy with every assumption.

A figure siting alone on the grass came into view releasing a small sigh of relief from him. Desmond was used to seeing her in drab work clothes, which consisted of a coarse wool shirt and brown skirt. Along with the flowers in her braided short hair, she wore an intricate embroidered dress made of red velvet and gold thread. Not the sort of dress a girl should be wearing to lounge in damp pasture. He had never seen her as beautiful as she was at that moment and couldn’t help but stare.

Hannah sat entranced by something in her fingers, not noticing Desmond until he at last called her attention.

“Hello,” he shyly started. “I was told you’d be here.”

Hannah looked up, startled by the sudden talking. “Oh, hello,” she answered, distracted by what looked to be a lock of black hair.

He took a seat next to her, leaning over to see what she had. “What do you have there?” he asked.

Her small hand closed on the lock, almost hesitant to show him. “It’s a gift.”

He looked away for a moment, unsure what to make of it. “It looks like a lock of hair to me. What kind of gift is that?”

“Remember when you asked me if I noticed the unicorn by the river?”

“And you said you didn’t see it.”

“Well I didn’t see it then.” Hannah continued with uncertainty in her voice. “I’m not sure why. I can’t believe I missed Alaric that first time.”

“Alaric?” He found himself having trouble with the name. “Who’s that?”

“The black unicorn you saw,” Hannah answered with slight disbelief in her voice. “After I had finished my chores that day I went and took a stroll. It was in this spot that he revealed himself to me.”

Gunther’s ominous words echoed in the young man’s mind.

“He told me his name was Alaric and that he wanted me to meet him again. Can you believe it?” Hannah’s face beamed with dreamy excitement, causing anxiety in her companion.

“What else did he tell you?” Desmond asked, watching how her fingers caressed the silky lock of black hair.

At first she hesitated to share her experience with Desmond. But he wasn’t the type to harm anything much less a unicorn plus she had such an urge to tell someone.

“Alaric is the leader of a herd of unicorns living in a far away valley with a kingdom of elves. The unicorns help the elves cross over, whatever that means in exchange for their protection.”

“Crossing over is what an elf does when they decide they have spent enough time in this world.” Desmond searched his memory for other facts. “They can do it themselves but it requires a lot of magic, leaving them very weak on the other side. Unicorns can cross over without much thought, or at least that’s what I heard. It’s natural that elves would make such a pact with them.”

“I didn’t know you knew so much about elves.” She nudged him playfully.

“I do have to study once in a while,” he answered back. “What do you think I do all day? Gather vegetables?”

“And firewood, and herbs, and frogs, and whatever else that crazy teacher of yours needs.”

Desmond laughed. “It seems that way most of the time.” He looked again at the lock of hair, reaching for it. “So what is that you’re holding anyway?”

“Alaric gave it to me.” Hannah allowed him to take the lock from her. “I was braiding his mane when he said for me to take something to remember him by, and it just slipped into my hand.”

Desmond studied the unicorn’s mane. Braided halfway, it shone with its own brilliance, swaying in the smallest breeze like water, feeling soft like fine silk. He gave it back to Hannah.

“It must be exciting to see a unicorn up close like you did.”

Her eyes lit up. “It was amazing. You can feel their magic flowing through them. If I didn’t know any better, I think have gotten some magic for myself.”

“Then maybe I should hug you and borrow some. I seem to need all the help I can get.”

They both giggled at the thought, ending with an awkward pause.

“Alaric wants me to meet him again.”

Desmond felt a chill at her words.

She noticed the change in his demeanor. “You don’t think that’s a good idea, don’t you?”

Desmond rubbed the back of his neck, a habit that was cropping up more often than he’d like. “I don’t want to ruin your moment but I’m afraid what it means a unicorn requests audience with a maiden.”

The worse part was that it was with his maiden.

Hannah eyed the lock of hair again. “I’m not sure what to make of all this. I know all the stories too. I shouldn’t have met him this second time but I really don’t feel he’s out to hurt me.”

“I’m not saying he’s going to hurt you,” Desmond answered. “I’m sure that’s not his intention at all. You have to remember that it’s not for himself that he wants you.”

“He said he wouldn’t.” Her voice trailed.

The young couple sat in silence, watching the blue sky melt into an orange-red blaze. Just by looking at her, Desmond knew Hannah’s thoughts were of the unicorn.

“Here, I want to show you something before we have to head home.” Desmond reached into his shirt and pulled out a piece of blue cloth. “I’ve been practicing this for the last couple of days and I think I got it.”

Hannah turned to him, intrigued by his words. “What are you going to do with a blue handkerchief?”

“Hope that Gunther doesn’t notice it’s missing,” Desmond replied. “His collection may look haphazard, but he knows where everything is when he needs it. By the way, this is his good handkerchief.”

“As opposed to a bad one?”

“No, silly. This one he keeps on him when he has to make important house calls. It’s part of his official wardrobe. It’s silk.”

Desmond thought for a moment. The handkerchief although made of silk did not compare to the lock’s softness. He couldn’t even compare the hair to silk any longer.

“So, are you going to show me something or just show off stolen property?”

“It’s not stolen.” Desmond smirked at her comment. “I’m just borrowing it for this occasion.”

“Okay, okay. Now get on with it.” She waved an eager hand. “The suspense is killing me.”

Desmond adjusted himself so that he was facing Hannah, clearing his throat for effect. “Observe an ordinary handkerchief,” he announced.

“Not used in ordinary fashion I hope.” Hannah giggled, not missing the chance to taunt him.

“Hey! I am a grand wizard! I wouldn’t use a dirty handkerchief!”

“One out of two isn’t bad considering this is the first time you’ve ever attempted to show me any of your spells.”

Desmond waved the handkerchief in an exaggerated motion, thrilled in the fact that he had her complete attention. “Okay, I’m not a grand wizard, but I’m working on it, so if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

Snapping the handkerchief in the air again, Desmond crumpled the fabric into his fist. Closing his eyes he began to envision the words on the page he had been trying so hard to commit to memory. At the same time, he was offering a little prayer of getting the spell right now that Hannah was watching. He took a deep breath, waved his hand over his fist and began his work.

Hannah leaned closer, trying to understand the words he was mumbling. Looking at his fist, she contemplated what was it she was supposed to be looking for, or what was even supposed to happen. As she was about speak, the kerchief squirmed, wriggling its way out of Desmond’s hand. As it inched out, it snaked up waving and weaving to the imaginary music of a charmer’s pipes.

“The handkerchief isn’t crawling, it’s growing like a plant!” She gasped, enthralled.

Desmond continued with his spell trying not to get caught up in the girl’s reaction.

Hannah laughed again. “I can’t believe you can concentrate at all while this is happening!” The plant continued to inch upwards, its leaves sprouting, until a bud began to form and unfold. Hannah’s green eyes widened in wonder as the bud revealed a blue rose.

Desmond stopped chanting and opened his tired eyes. Casting spells took a lot out of him and this time was no exception. Opening his hand, he presented the rose to a still shocked Hannah.

“For the unicorn princess.”

“I can’t believe it! You turned the kerchief into a rose!”

For someone who had spent an afternoon with a unicorn, she was still impressed by such a modest display of magic. She took the rose, studying it with care, almost forgetting the lock of hair she had been holding the whole time

. “I’ve never seen anyone do magic this close before,” she said, pride filling Desmond’s face.

“I’ve never had a spell work that well before,” he replied, just as amazed with his own accomplishment as she was. “It’s a transforming spell Gunther has been trying to teach me for a while. I can transform things into anything I want.”

Hannah closed her eyes, placing the blue bud to her nose inhaling its scent. She pulled the rose away, a bewildered look across her face.

“Not quite…”


Hannah held the rose for him to look at. “The rose isn’t real.”

“What? Of course it is. That’s how the spell is supposed to work.” Desmond sputtered in disbelief.

“Supposed to maybe,” Hannah replied. “But look. The stem and the thorns are real but the bud is made out of the handkerchief.”

He took the rose out of her hand and examined it himself.

“Feel it. It’s silk. It doesn’t even have a flower scent,” she explained.

“Oh…” Desmond became even more amazed by the unintentional results. As he continued studying the flower they both began to stand, knowing that it was time to go home soon. “At least it’ll never die,” he said handing the rose back to Hannah as she brushed off her dress.

“I’ll cherish it always then.”

The sky darkened, the orange hue melting away. “It’s getting late and you should be getting home before your mother begins to worry. Would you mind if I accompanied you home?”

The maiden curtsied before him. “I would be honored to be accompanied by the grand wizard Desmond.”

“And I would be honored to join the unicorn princess.”

Hannah reached out and hooked her arm into Desmond’s. They walked savoring the moment.

“You know, maybe it is good luck to be visited by a unicorn,” Desmond said, trying to dismiss his apprehension.. “Perhaps you did receive some of it’s magic.”

“I doubt it but it is a nice thought.”

“Don’t they also say that unicorns appear to virgins?”

“I guess.”

“Do you think this one was making an exception?”

The remark earned him a swift smack on the shoulder.


“Hey! Just kidding!”

“You’d better be, silly boy!”

The stars began to peek as they reached the cottage on the outskirts of the forest. The couple faced each other for the last time that night. Desmond stood waiting for Hannah to go into her house. He suppressed a nervous shiver.

“I enjoyed your spell, even if it didn’t turn out the way you wanted.”

“Thank you, Hannah. I am glad you liked it.”

They looked at each other for a second.

“Well, I’d better be getting inside. It is dark now.”

“Oh yes, of course…”

Hannah turned, reaching for the metal handle of her door.


“Yes, Desmond?” She glanced over her shoulder.

“Uhm, I…” Desmond fidgeted as he tried to gather up the courage to speak his last words to her. Hannah turned, facing him, waiting. All he could do was stare into her green eyes.

“I wish you a good night Hannah,” he replied, unable to control the apologetic smile crossing his face.

Hannah’s lips pulled into a small grin. “Good night, Desmond, and thank you again.”

Desmond stood there in the dark, Hannah opening the door as quiet as she could, disappearing into the candlelit house. After he was sure she was safe inside, he slapped his forehead, cursing his hesitation. “I’m such an idiot,” he scolded himself as he started to make his way back home.

He walked his familiar trail, smiling at the realization that even though he missed an opportunity to tell Hannah feelings, he at least was able to be the center of her attention for a little while, unicorn or no unicorn.

Egoraven: Legend of the Silk Rose [04]

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Her dreams were bothersome at best. All the tossing and turning couldn’t get Hannah into a comfortable position to sleep. Lying on her back with her eyes wide open, she stared at the ceiling. Concentrating through the darkness she listened to the mice running through the straw above her.

The black unicorn monopolized every thought she created. “Alaric.” She repeated the word softly until it developed a rhythm like rain on stone. That was his name. Hannah wanted so much to tell her mother and her sisters what she saw, to share what she experienced. It was a dangerous idea though, more to the unicorn than to her. She fought the notion. This was her secret. It had to remain one.

Alaric asked to meet her again. There wasn’t even a debate as to whether she should. Everything else was changeable, but refuse an invitation from a unicorn? It was an impossible thought. Despite all the stories, there was no reason to believe that this unicorn intended any harm. If he meant to kidnap her he would have done so already.

Wouldn’t he?

Hannah pulled her blanket over her in spite of the warm night. A silver shaft of moonlight flooded the small room. Her two visiting older sisters slept on the opposite end of the room, oblivious to the inner conflicts their sibling was suffering. She envied the way they slumbered, cherishing at the same time her unique experience.

Giving up on ever attaining any restful sleep, she sat up looking past the window into the hushed woodland beyond. All sorts of shadows danced in the calm spring breeze. Hannah narrowed her eyes, shifted her head trying to make out specific shapes. She stepped out from under her covers and tiptoed to the window. Leaning out on the windowsill, she stared out into the night.

A sparkle against the silhouettes made the girl’s heart jump. Hannah braced herself to keep from letting out a cry of surprise and risk waking her sisters. Leaning further out the window to get a better look, Alaric’s form appeared in the nearby wood, his ivory horn the source of the faint light.

“Tomorrow,” she spoke into the darkness, fighting the urge to jump out and join him at that moment. “I will meet you like I promised.”

The great stallion stood in the moonlight then melted back into the darkness. Hannah rested her head in her hand and could do nothing more than stare, enchanted by the fact that such a magical creature would cast his eyes on her.

“Tomorrow,” she repeated until her eyelids became heavier with each slow wink. She leaned on the windowsill as she drifted into sleep, a slight smile across her lips.

* * * * *

Desmond wiped the sweat from his brow, leaving a dark streak of mud on his forehead. Lettuce, carrots, celery, and other food plants overflowed from the pushcart sitting at the edge of the garden.

As his student did the digging, Gunther would fill a basket to bring some of the bounty into the house. It had been a good season. The plants came out more plentiful than usual, the surplus allowing them to sell off the remainder of what they couldn’t store. There was only so much space and the extra money didn’t hurt either.

“Ah, the exciting life of a wizard,” Desmond said half-joking. Hot, tired, and covered in dirt he looked forward to using it as an excuse to go to the river to see Hannah. “Just make sure to wash first,” he reminded himself, knowing that maidens were without fail not attracted to filthy apprentices.

Attracted. Yes, he was attracted to Hannah. Very much so in fact. However he never told her how he felt. He would visit her and she didn’t hide the fact she enjoyed his company. After agonizing, Desmond decided that today he was going to visit her face to face and maybe, just maybe muster enough courage…

“Have you been studying the Transformation spell as I asked?” His teacher’s voice broke the trance. Desmond looked up to see Gunther filling his basket with the last of the vegetables. “You’ve been very distracted this past while much to my displeasure.”

“You think you’re disappointed.” Desmond tossed the hand shovel aside. “I don’t know why I even bother. I have yet to master any real spells since I started.”

“Floating objects is not a real spell? You seem to use it every chance you can.”

“Oh, that’s trivial stuff.” Desmond rubbed at the ground in soil from his clothing to no avail. “I feel like I’m training for a side show. All my other friends are mastering fire spells and illusions. I can almost make dishes float.”

Gunther wrapped a sympathetic hand around Desmond’s disillusioned shoulder. “Never compare things that can’t be compared. You have great magic within you. Maybe you can’t see it now but you will soon enough. Your friends are your friends but they are just that. They are not you. Their skills may look impressive but in the long run it’s the deeper magic that is worth working for.”

The old wizard thought a bit, a mischievous smile crossing his face. “Maybe what your magic needs is a different incentive.”

Desmond blinked, not understanding.

“Look, I was not always as old as I am now despite what you may want to believe. I know to where young men’s minds wander. I was no different. What you need to do is refocus yourself. If you cannot convince your magic to come out to serve a king then maybe it will to win a girl’s heart.”

Desmond’s looked away from his teacher feeling self-conscious. He didn’t know how to react to him speaking on such a personal level.

“Do you think so?”

“Maybe it will be enough to get the magic flowing a bit. You won’t find out unless you try and visit her on a regular basis for a change instead of acting like fools screaming across rivers.”

“But what about all the work?”

“There will always be work but true love is a little bit harder to come by.”

The young man’s chest swelled with new found energy soon followed by a hard smack.

“Just don’t make it the only thing you do,” Gunther added with a less joking yet not too serious tone. “Love may be hard to come by but it’s the hard work that keeps food in your belly and gold in your pockets.”

Desmond laughed to himself as he watched his teacher walk back into the house. “You’re not as crazy as I sometimes think you are,” he muttered to himself.

Putting away his tools he began to ready himself for the biggest challenge he ever had to face – courting Hannah.

Egoraven: Legend of the Silk Rose [03]

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Desmond found himself as distracted as before despite the outing. As he tried to concentrate on the book before him, Gunther categorized new acquisitions, ignoring him. Desmond stared at the page, the words turning into meaningless scribble. He rested his head on his hand.

Transformation Spell – beginner stage it read.

Beginner. Desmond felt betrayed by the word. Scanning the page, he let out a hushed sigh. How can I still be a beginner with all the studying I do? He tried to keep his frustration hidden. I should be accomplishing more.

His eyes caught the tome’s thicker half, the sight making his brow furrow with unconscious effort. The words of his mentor began to repeat in his mind, words that offered no comfort however true they were.

Some magic is buried so deep within a person it takes much more time and work to make it manifest. And when it does, it always proves to be much more powerful.

Desmond sighed, wishing he had more faith in himself.

He scanned the page again, finding it difficult to continue translating the script. Turning towards the window his vision glazed over, locking on nothingness. A sharp sting on the back of his neck woke him from his blankness. His teacher was not as occupied as he thought.

“Ouch!” Desmond hissed.

“How dare you sleep when you should be studying!” the elder wizard shouted, irritated.

“I was not sleeping,” Desmond snapped back with guilt in his voice as he tried to rub the burning pain away.

“You weren’t studying regardless.”

Gunther returned the switch to the shelf. Striding over he pointed to the page in front of Desmond, his wrinkled hand letting out a loud tap as his fingers hit the paper.

“I refuse to believe that the knowledge you need will come from that window rather than here. That girl across the river can do nothing for you except be an easy distraction.”

Desmond felt his face heat up as he tried to hide behind a fallen lock of brown hair. The stern voice never failed to embarrass him.

“I wasn’t thinking about Hannah,” he protested, realizing his teacher could see right through the veiled fib.

“Oh, Hannah is it?” Gunther let out a teasing smile, crossing his arms across his chest. “At least you’ve been studying love spells with great intensity.”

The blood rushed through the apprentice’s ears with growing intensity.

“What can you tell me about unicorns?” Feeling his face glowing, Desmond hoped the question would change the subject.

Gunther lowered his arms as surprised concern crossed his face. “Unicorns? Why are you asking about those infernal beasts?” He looked at Desmond with narrow eyes, his thick white eyebrows meeting.

Taken aback by the serious reaction, Desmond regretted asking. “Oh, just curious,” he answered, trying to change the subject yet again.

Gunther would not accept it. “No. You are asking because you have a reason, not because you are curious.”

“Well, I thought I saw a unicorn this afternoon. I must have been mistaken.” He faked trying to get back to his reading.

“How can you be mistaken? Either you saw one or you didn’t.”

Desmond looked up, not understanding his teacher’s uneasiness. “Okay, I wasn’t mistaken. I did see a unicorn, a black one. It was walking by the river. I thought it was strange because I’ve never seen one before. I mean, I’ve heard of unicorns but I’ve never…”

Gunther interrupted. “What was it doing?”

“Uh, just walking, I guess.” Desmond shrugged. “It didn’t seem to be doing anything. It looked back at me then it disappeared.”

Gunther grew silent, uncharacteristic for the wizard with always something to add. Desmond gave the book a nervous tap debating whether he should ask about the strange electric feelings the unicorn caused him to have. “What’s the big deal? I thought that they were supposed to bring good luck.”

The comment was greeted with a wet snort. “Unicorns bring luck like stepping in horse manure brings luck. People who say it’s lucky are those who’ve stepped in it.” Gunther gave a sarcastic laugh.

“Most don’t appreciate that unicorns are just glorified horses. The fact they are in league with elves doesn’t help either.” His tone grew dark. “What you witnessed is a bad omen. You’re best to avoid it at all costs. They’re not picky as to who they lure away.” The teacher slapped the book with a flat open hand. “Now, get back to learning that spell like you’re supposed to.”

Desmond was confused. “Unicorns sinister? Bad omens? That goes against every story I’ve heard.” He shifted in his chair watching his mentor turn his back on him. “I think it’s people who are bad for unicorns, not the other way around. Men were always looking for ways to get their hands on their magical horns.”

The sight of Gunther resuming his categorizing answered his comments. There was no more discussion.

Desmond sank into the chair. Hannah not seeing the unicorn played in his memory. He made a mental note to ask her about it the next time he saw her. Thanks to work however that would not be for a couple of days.

The sky slipped from orange-blue to slate black, twinkling stars appearing against the darkness. With night at last settled, Desmond glanced at the transformation spell. He didn’t have much time before the candlelight became too bothersome to read by. Tomorrow he would spend most of his time collecting vegetables from the garden and preparing them for storage.

I should have asked the unicorn to share some of its magic. When will I have magic of my own?

A quiet sigh escaped him, disappointed as he closed the oversized book for the night. What did the old sorcerer see in him that he himself missed?

Egoraven: Legend of the Silk Rose [02]

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Desmond found it difficult to concentrate on the old, mystical tome. The frail, yellowed pages threatened to crumble at his every touch. The faded writing blurred as he struggled to translate the dialect making him realize collecting mushrooms wasn’t as much of a chore as first thought. At least he was outside.

Time and again he looked out of the narrow, arched window past the neat overflowing garden. The clear, sunny day invited his attention with welcoming blue skies and wispy clouds. It was a much better alternative to being locked in a dark house studying ancient spells.

A sorcerer’s apprentice was a mundane existence at best despite the prestigious reputation guaranteed from success at his studies. If he wasn’t practicing simplistic impractical spells, his responsibilities included doing various errands around the house. From cleaning the cluttered cabin to tending the garden, Desmond’s days could not be called unique. Today his restlessness was beginning to get the better of him.

The chair creaked as he scraped it away from the angled table displaying the tattered book. With a loud yawn he stretched, his aching body fighting every move. Eyeing the thicker later half of the book, Desmond yearned to be allowed to try more advanced incantations, longing to feel more like a student than a caretaker.

Rubbing his eyes he made his way to the front door, adjusting to the changing light as it opened. A refreshing breeze met him, making the sole choice stepping outside. He stared at the untamed front yard, relieved that Gunther had never asked him to clear it save for a narrow worn pathway. He sat on the topmost cobble step and lounged backward basking in the afternoon sun.

Gunther had gone into town and wouldn’t be back until dusk, giving Desmond a rare several hours by himself. It was not to do what he pleased though. The old sorcerer expected his young charge to always study in hopes of honing the magical talent that insisted on remaining dormant within him. It was that fact that bothered Desmond the most when he would meet up with friends who went off with other teachers. They would be mastering advanced magic while he was still struggling with carnival tricks.

Desmond felt his mind drifting. As he began to doze off, he snapped up, remembering.

“I wonder if she came back yet,” he spoke to empty air, standing up to head back into the house. Ignoring the books that demanded his attention, he strolled through towards the garden, continuing into the forest that was such a bane a few hours before.

Desmond was a carpenter’s son and it was always believed he too would grow up to be a carpenter. He studied under his father the tools of the trade but something within him stirred for a different path. Desmond didn’t remember when the interest started. Even though he had not manifested any magical talent, he knew deep down he wanted to be a sorcerer.

His parents didn’t understand the unusual request their son was making. Talented children started very young and were sent off to appropriate schools soon after, but a carpenter’s son? Desmond was determined. He practiced carpentry and continued helping around the farm as he was supposed to, but every moment of spare time was used studying magic. Magic did whatever it wanted and appeared on its own time and Desmond was sure that with enough application, his own would come soon enough.

The first time he was sure he was on the right track was when he met Gunther, a freelance wizard teaching at a nearby school to supplement his own studies. He at once took interest in the boy. They spent most of the day talking and Gunther asked if he would be interested in apprenticing with him.

Desmond could not have been more excited. Here was the proof that he wasn’t just going through a phase. A real sorcerer had pointed out that there was indeed latent magic in him. For some reason it was not presenting itself as it did with more adept students. Soon after Desmond’s parents were convinced to allow him to train their son.

It had been two years. With Gunther’s guidance his magic began to flow, slow and weak but better than nothing. Living as an apprentice however was not what he envisioned. Everything was hard – the studying, the work, the chores, everything. His teacher had warned him that it would be from the very beginning of his training. Desmond was resolved to see this through although it was days like today that made him wonder whether he did make the right choice.

Desmond walked through the dense vegetation this time not begrudging his needing to be there. Gunther had sent him on so many treks for his various needs, he became familiar with the surroundings, unlike in the beginning when getting lost was a common annoyance. He was now even able to walk through the forest in the pitch of night and still find his way. Maybe his magic was of a more practical nature rather than what he hoped.

An unusual rustling caught his attention. Desmond kept a careful ear out. “It can’t be wolves, it’s daylight. It has to be wind blowing through the trees.”

The rustling began again this time accompanied by an even more familiar feeling. Goose bumps waved all over his body. The electric tingling from that morning returned. Desmond picked up his pace, attempting to see if he could get a glimpse of what he was sharing his walk with. Something had to be causing the inexplicable sensation. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to find out though.

Nothing else was out of the ordinary. No birds were taking to flight screaming a warning call or small animals scurrying away from a particular area. The forest was as normal and calm as he was used to it being.

The sound came again.

“Wind. It’s wind.” Desmond repeated the words trying to regain the conviction of his first realization. Just as it had started, the feeling stopped. Speeding to a trot, Desmond reached his desired destination as the trees faded into a clearing.

A brook lay ahead of him, clear water running over shiny smooth stones. The sight made him forget the strange incident.

“Too bad it’s not hot enough,” he said, taking in the sight before him. “That water looks good enough to jump in. Guess I’ll settle with getting my feet wet.”

Taking off his boots and rolling his pants, Desmond positioned himself on a sturdy rock. He kicked both legs, splashing the refreshing water, looking over at the home across the river from him.

Stacked stones made the walls of the quaint cottage, its roof topped with a thick layer of thatch. A grassy clearing surrounded it, an incomplete wall separating the house from the rest of the imposing forest.

There was no one around as he could see, but it was obvious that chores were being worked on. A large basket of wet laundry sat next to two poles holding a line taut. Sheets billowed stiff with water, the wire sagging where they hung, but the poles remained firm.

Desmond kicked at the water again, catching a glance of a large figure from corner of his eye. An animal was walking opposite his direction, a slight turn revealing an ebony horse following the edge of the riverbank.

Remembering the rustling, he felt a feeling of foolishness over finding out he had gotten nervous over escaped livestock. Desmond stood and placed his wet feet back into his leather boots while watching the animal. If someone had lost a horse it would be best to catch and return it. Maybe he could even get a reward for his trouble.

He stood still as he decided on a course of action. The horse didn’t look like it was in a rush although there wasn’t a bridle for him to grab onto. With any luck it would be tame enough for him to lead back home.

Desmond followed the horse’s slow pace, beginning to realize the way the creature acted. It walked as if it were half its size and weight, not the typical plodding.. Its coat also remained a rich deep black instead of shining brown in the sunlight. It didn’t even make a sound while Desmond could hear his own footsteps crush grass and snap twigs underneath him. He studied the black figure as it continued along the river edge, its swishing tail catching his focus.

“It can’t be.” Desmond gave the surrounding area nervous glances. “Slim, lion-like tail. No horse has a tail like that.” Not believing what it signified, Desmond stepped back. “Turn around,” he whispered, clenching his fists. “You can’t be what I think you are. Turn around and show me.”

Obliging him, the creature arched its deer-like neck, revealing a fine, Arabian profile. And growing from the center of its forehead was a single spiral horn.

The tingling started, this time with such intensity that Desmond was knocked back, his eyes blinded with white stars. Like a flame an uncontrollable urge to follow rose in his chest. Fighting the impulse Desmond staggered, struggling to regain his sight. The feeling dissipated along with the tingling. The battle was won for now.

The animal pawed a cloven hoof, tearing at the grass. The movement betrayed a hint of frustration.

“Desmond? Is that you?” s

The words coming from across the river broke the spell. Startled, Desmond turned behind him, seeing a young woman waving from the bank. He spun back expecting the unicorn to be there. It had retreated into the woods not making a sound as it had appeared.

“Did you see that?” Desmond pointed to the place where the unicorn used to be.

“See what?”

“The unicorn, it was right here.” His voice trailed as he searched around.

“A what?” She either not know or didn’t hear what he was talking about.

Shaking his head, he walked back to where he had been sitting. “Maybe I was just seeing things but I know I wasn’t,” he muttered. The girl’s lack of reaction made him question his senses. “It was too real to be a figment of my imagination.”

“So aren’t you supposed to be studying? I thought old Gunther didn’t let you out of the house this far.”

Her voice brightened his face. “It feels that way,” Desmond answered, dismissing the unicorn. “He went into town and I decided I needed a much deserved break.” He sat back down and smiled at the girl, unsure if she could see him doing so. Removing his damp shoes he placed his feet back into the cool water, disappointed at not being able to get a reward for returning a lost horse.

“Well, unlike you, I have to get back to my work. A girl gets no breaks around here.” She hoisted up her basket of laundry.

Desmond cupped his hands around his mouth. “I’ll supervise!”

She laughed and waved him off, returning to the clothing. He sighed, splashing the water, trying not to get caught staring.

Hannah was the same age as him, a slender young woman with fire-red hair. She wore a plain dress with the hem tied up showing off her bare feet. Thanks to all the work the sorcerer demanded of his young charge, Desmond had to resort to learning Hannah’s chore schedule and making sure he was at the river every chance he got when she did them. He could see her without being too far from the house to get into trouble when Gunther started calling.

He felt himself blush causing him to wiggle his toes. He leaned back on his elbows looking over to the where the unicorn was standing.

“How could Hannah just miss seeing a unicorn? And if I wasn’t seeing things, what was it doing this close to people anyway?” He was more bothered by the latter question than the former.

Although unicorns are not rare they are also not common. The made their homes as far away from people as they could. There are stories of unicorns coming to the aid of kings and living under their care, but those stories were repeated less than the rumors of unicorns stealing maidens away. Whichever was true, Desmond couldn’t get his mind off of the incident. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, allowing himself to slip into a welcome nap.

Hannah chuckled as she watched Desmond fall asleep with his feet in the water. “He does that every time,” she said to the blanket, continuing her work. “If he’s not careful, he’ll end up in that river.” A mischievous smile crossed her lips. “I hope I’m there to see it if he does.”

She continued to spy on him from behind the hanging laundry. She remembered first meeting Gunther’s student. They had come to purchase dried herbs from her mother. He was quiet didn’t make eye contact much. When he did though he couldn’t help but let loose a modest smile, one that would get a little wider whenever Hannah would come into the room.

She swayed her head and let out a little laugh as she put up the last of the laundry. Taking one last look at the sleeping apprentice, she picked up the basket and walked back into the house.

Helping her mother with dinner was the next of her chores, one that didn’t need to be done just yet. Hannah decided a quiet stroll would be a good way to pass the time. Glancing over one last time to where Desmond had been sleeping, she was greeted with an empty stone. He was gone.

“Gunther expects him to do so much work.” Hannah wiped her hands on her shirt, disappointed. “But if he is to become a sorcerer he will no doubt do a lot more later than what he’s doing now. I’m glad my life is simpler.” She paused. “Okay, maybe not as exciting but simpler most certain.”

Being barefoot she walked along the soft, grassy edge avoiding the rock bed. She was not looking forward to a careless slip to send her into the water. She chuckled again. “I’m sure Desmond would like to see that,” she said remembering her own similar thought before. The sound of his name made a smile appear. His vision was enough to keep her company if she couldn’t have him actually with her. “I wish he wasn’t working all the time.”

She sighed, not hiding her longing.

Hannah started humming and twirling, dancing to the music in her mind. She spun until dizziness sent her tumbling to the ground. She continued to hum, digging her toes into the grass. As she tilted her head side to side to the melody she imagined, a shadow stretched beside her.


Hannah hoped to see his familiar figure walk out and surprise her. She called out his name again. As with the first time no answer followed. Instead, a slight rustling revealed a black silhouette among the trees. Alarmed, all she could think about was her mother’s warnings about going out too far alone. Between natural predators and travelers with less than chivalrous ideals there was no telling what could be lurking around.

Hannah lifted herself, trying not to either frighten or gain the attention of what may be watching her. The shadow jumped to her opposite side. Following, she spun herself around, ready to run at the first sign of anything coming out from its hiding spot. The quick turn dug her heel into the ground, catching her foot. She fell forward onto her hands, panic waving through her.

A gasp escaped as Hannah raised her head as a black unicorn emerged from the brush. Her eyes were fixed on the ebony creature with the deep blue eyes. The ivory horn shone with a faint golden light, the silken black coat rippling like liquid.

The unicorn began to step back where it came, content at the maiden’s notice. Hannah felt confusion overwhelm her. It was always dangerous to confront a wild magical creature but the girl could not allow a unicorn to just pass her by.

“Don’t go! Please don’t go.” She stretched out her arms, her eyes filled with desperate pleading.

The unicorn stopped facing her. Hannah inched closer, feeling a tremendous pull. No matter what happened she needed to touch the unicorn. She needed to prove to herself that this wasn’t a wonderful dream she was about to awake from.

“Please, I’ve never met one of your kind before. I know I’ll never again.”

The unicorn stepped lightly, stretching towards her. Placing his velvet muzzle within her hands he pushed until her head was resting against his cheek.

Hannah trembled with overwhelming emotion. She hugged the unicorn’s neck, breathing in the perfumed smell of its coat. Gathering enough strength, she pulled away, still convincing herself the encounter was real.

“I am Alaric,” the unicorn spoke. Hannah fell back onto her knees. “What is your name?”

“My name is Hannah.”

“Hannah, I make one request from you. Return to this place tomorrow as the sun begins to set. I will be here waiting. Will you do that for me?”

She shivered at the sound of his voice. “Yes, I promise,” Hannah answered without hesitation.

Alaric bowed before her. With a fluid motion he turned from the young woman kneeling in the grass, trotting off.

Hannah sat motionless, staring into the area where the unicorn stood. As the sky began to turn dark orange with the setting sun she snapped out of her daze. Realizing she was late for dinner she jumped up, heading back home.

I can’t tell anyone, she thought as she ran. I made a promise no matter how much I want to tell everyone!

Her encounter with the black unicorn would have to remain a secret for now.

Egoraven: Legend of the Silk Rose [01]

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The forest awoke from its slumber glowing with the radiance of first morning light. Crystalline dew clung to fragile leaves as a breeze broke the stillness with its swaying whisper. The ancient woods sat in quiet majesty, shrouded in a translucent mist that brushed the ground with its softness.

The ebony ghost made his way through the hushed grove. Grass parted as each cloven hoof came down, shrubs pulling away as to not mar the silken coat. The mist swirled around his legs, climbing up about him in vain to hide the glimmering ivory horn that rose from his brow like a delicate crown.

The black unicorn continued his slow pace, the soft crunch of greenery contradicting his large powerful frame. Warm rays broke through the canopy above creating a glowing lace pattern beneath him. The mist at last gave way dissolving in the light as timid birdsong began to echo all around. Alaric raised his narrow muzzle feeling the wind brush through his long mane.

Even though the woodland was always his to lay claim if he wanted, Edinrahn was where the unicorn came from. Legend had it that it was home to pools of ancient magic, remnants of the Great War between the First Unicorn and the First Dragon. Whether the legend was true was uncertain. All Alaric knew was that the Valley pulled at his very being making it easy to feel comfort in such a place. As with all things though, a price was to be had for such a sanctuary, that truth reminding him of why he ventured so far.

A clumsy rustling snapped the creature out of his reflection, his graceful head turning. At first Alaric was ready to dismiss the noise as some groggy, blundering animal but the faint voice proved otherwise. His narrow ears perked up, pointing forward, his muscles tensing. The last thing he wanted was to come across a hunter. Unicorns may be immortal but they are not immune to a violent death. Despite the threat that heralded the sound, Alaric took a few steps forward, his base equine curiosity overtaking higher reason.

Alaric stopped, the rustling starting again, the voice louder. “This can’t be a hunter,” the he spoke to himself, taking care not to raise his voice louder than a whisper. “No hunter makes that much noise if he plans to catch anything.”

His sharp ears swiveled as they searched, studying the sounds as he took in a deep breath for clues. As the scent entered his sensitive nostrils, his eyes dilated with intrigue. It was human but not that of a rugged hunter or farmer. It was an optimistic, youthful fragrance still teeming with hope. The unicorn lost his care as he drank in more, filling with a need to discover whom the sweet smell belonged to.

“I can’t believe Gunther has me doing this again,” Desmond grumbled as he pulled away rotting tree trunks to reveal their tiny white cache. “How many mushrooms could that old man need?”

He fell to his knees with a frustrated groan, scooping up the chalky fungus with his hands. Dumping them into a waiting basket, he slapped the dirt off with a loud clap. Sighing, he reached into his blue robes, pulling out a yellowed piece of paper. The list made Desmond wrinkle his nose.

“Mushrooms, herbs, tubers. I already have to do the gardening when I get back. This list is going to keep me searching for things all morning.” He folded the crackling paper, placing it back into his pocket. “Why can’t Gunther just buy these in town instead of having me look for it every other day?” Still fussing, he reached over scooping up the last of the mushrooms, ready but unwilling to go on to the next item on the roster.

The black unicorn came closer, keeping himself hidden. He smiled at the disappointment displayed at morning chores, finding humor at how conflict could be found in the simplest of things. Alaric admired boy’s charm as well as his simple yet striking countenance. As sunlight shone on the long strands of brown hair he brushed from his face with a pale hand, the unicorn understood why the elves of the Valley were so taken by humans.

Desmond continued with his task, collecting the needed items with as much care as he could muster. With every ingredient he fought the urge to head back to the cottage where his studies awaited him along with more work. He didn’t dare try the patience of his teacher. He was frustrated enough with his curriculum without having punishments heaped on top of them. He kneeled again, begrudging the soil being ground into his favorite pants.

As he dug into the soft earth the hair on the back of his neck began to stand. A tingling almost like static ran through him, making him shudder. Desmond stopped, unnerved by the feeling. He held his breath as a large shadow started coming up beside him.


Birds took flight at the voice’s petulant sound. Startled, Desmond turned with a quick jerk, almost tipping over the basket. The brush behind him crackled.

“That’s weird.” He paused, looking around. “I could have sworn there was something behind me, something big.” Disturbed, Desmond shuddered again trying to rid himself of the sensation.

“Desmond? Can you hear me or what?” the second voice yelled. The young human looked up with a more exasperated expression than before but this time feeling comfort in knowing he wasn’t alone.

“I need you back at the house! There are other errands and the list can wait.”

“But you just sent me out to get you these things. I’m almost done!”

“Like I said, they can wait!”

Wiping off his clothes, Desmond shook his head. “I wish he would make up his mind.” He picked up the basket, giving his robes one last shake. He rubbed at the soil staining his knees but no amount of slapping made them fade. “Oh, great,” he mumbled. Just one more thing to add to his growing list of annoyances.

His skin tightened turning cold. Goose bumps broke out on every inch of his flesh. The tingling returned just not as intense as before. Desmond spied over his shoulder not seeing or hearing anything suspicious.

The gruff, disembodied voice called, “I’m not going to wait all day!” The growing agitation was becoming more obvious. Not wanting to hear his name screamed one more time but drawn into finding the source of the strange sensation, Desmond made his way back home with deep reluctance.

“Desmond,” Alaric mouthed to himself as he watched the boy disappear. “I’m sure such a modest name will be the first thing the elves will decide to change.”

The unicorn though over what he had just witnessed. “Very curious. Why didn’t the magic do what it was supposed to? Any other would have been enchanted making luring them away simple. I’ve never had the opposite happen before. ”

Alaric paused, sorting his thoughts. “This one did feel something, that I’m sure of, but not enough to be potent. The intrusion of the other didn’t help either.” He faced the direction Desmond disappeared to. “This pretty prey will require a little more effort. The elves will just have to wait.”

Letting out a satisfied snort the ebony ghost nodded as he vanished into the brush and back into the deep woods.

Egoraven: Legend of the Silk Rose [COVER]

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Written and Illustrated by Daphne Lage

Desmond the sorcerer’s apprentice is smitten with Hannah, the midwife’s daughter. But when the unicorn king Alaric decides to make the girl his own, will Desmond find the courage not only to fight the powerful suitor but to ultimately tell Hannah of his love for her?

Prose with illustrations
Cover coloring by Jeremy Roberts

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