Schone - Omlaut

Once upon a time in the far-away lands of mystery there was a fairy beautiful forest and so fabulous and miraculously deep was it that the most delicate and fine creatures of all dwelled there in the world of dream itself. Never in all times was this glorious land stepped on by a man, as it was charmed to be seen only by those, deserving it, and men passed for blatant and egoistical creatures.

Early in the morning to the small river twisting between numerous trees huge and tiny with as pure and pellucid water as the sky above came a great many animals to drink the clearness out of it. Only a herd of unicorns was pacing gracefully somewhere beyond vision. So very early did they wake that not a single creature could steal a glance at them near the water or anywhere else, as their steps were the most delicate and quiet and their movements swift and imperceptible.

In no way should a unicorn meet a human, for the latter would try to bereave it of its magical power and what is worse of its freedom. Freedom. Were the little Schцne free she would fly high into the sky and find those strange enigmatic creatures. People. But she was not. Oh, have I failed to introduced the little Schцne to you. She was the nicest of all unicorn children. But she seemed as weird to her family as was she sweet. For she was the only unicorn to wish the most forbidden and frightful – to meet a human.

Unicorns were graceful and flash-like, light as a feather and beautiful but not brave and adventurous. So was the little Schцne. Or was she not? It was a warm spring morning, the first vacillating sunbeams touched upon the soft muzzle of Schцne. Never before had she woken up so early for she was a bit of a sleepyhead. But today was different. In her dream saw Schцne a young charming princess, incarcerated in the gold prison. Hardly had she opened her starry eyes, when Schцne knew where to find the captive. A last sorry glance threw the little unicorn on her parents and flew higher and higher to the setting sun. She promised herself to come back and she would, but later. Only when the two met, the fervent  unicorn and the wistful  princess, did they find their freedom at last.