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She was unafraid, for he was unaware of her presence. She was resolute in this belief. Across the vast expanse from her village to the fern grove, she trailed him like a shadow. How she loathed him… yet her fear for him was even greater. Countless times she was tempted to turn back, admitting the futility of her mission. Yet the bitterness and anguish of her loss consumed her. Revenge— that was the sole antidote, the only way to reclaim the life she once had. To rise with the dawn, to wash in the river beside their cottage, to break bread with her family, and then to join her father in the fields, assisting him with the harvest, sowing, reaping, sowing... But her family was no more. Her father was gone. And the architect of this tragic fate now treaded on, shadowed by her, spreading death wherever he ventured. "Just like now," a thought darted through her mind. Indeed, in the path of her quarry stood an imposing figure of a man, clad in what seemed like sturdy and formidable armor.

Dawn was breaking over the Unicorn Forest. The birds announced to every being reached by their gentle singing that it was time to start another day. Gallan woke up to the warm rays of the sun shining through the foliage of the trees. He found it hard to leave the soft moss he slept on, but he spread his wings, stretched, and stood up. Sending a warm smile to greet the waking friend, he said. - Another day, Slin. Maybe this is the one where something will finally change. - What would change? - Siffa said, rubbing her sleepy eyes with her paw. - Ah, I don't know. Maybe instead of going to the Glade, I would fly to it, and for breakfast we would eat berries from a bush that grew thanks to the power of my horn. Although who knows what power lies within it. - the unicorn joked. - Oh, that's what you're talking about. Right, excuse me. - Slin replied abashed, but then she made a joke herself. - Until then, I'll do the flying and finding the fruit bushes, okay? I'm pretty good at it. - I