There was an eerie quietness all about as she moved through the trees.
She could feel the great sadness welling up through mother earth. Her ears took in every single song that birds were singing. Her fingertips stroked each passing ancient tower, tumbling over bark that had always been, since time began. She felt the silent budding of seeds beneath her feet. She stopped occasionally to confirm the growth of moss and lichen, to breathe in the tangle of the forest’s decay and rebirth. She, being one with the beating heart of nature, made her way through familiar, leaf-matted trails, fearful of what lay ahead.
Her heart sank at the discovery. It was a natural death, but still a death. A period of great mourning would follow. Her tears fell as a howl went through the forest that only she could hear.
She sat grasping its horn, and something was gone. Something was lost. Much sadness would follow.
For the great forest always grieved over the loss of a unicorn.