Avalon was full of beautiful creatures, but Trinity was by far the most enchanting of them all.
One of a kind, she stood tall and majestic above the tree
sprites and lesser fairies who clung to her side; they, like the rest of us,
were drawn to her beauty, to the power she held within her. Her stark white
coat shone in the sun, a light that could not be shadowed by even the darkest
parts of this forest. Threads of elegant silver flowed through her mane and
tail, glistening with every subtle move she made. Flowers strung by her
admirers adorned her shoulders and fell to the forest floor like a gown.
Above all else, the single horn on her head set her apart
from all of the others. It shone with its own light, an ivory beacon that
established her immortality. A thing of beauty, and a formidable weapon at the
same time.
They say, if you tame her, you can rule these woods.
They also say you’d be stupid to try, that you’d have to
have a death wish to even consider it.
But see, that’s the thing about death. For it to have any
power, you have to be afraid of it.
And, well…I’m not.
