UnicornWizard200

The separation comes from death. Magicals may be immortal yet they can be killed. Mythical creatures, such as Unicorns, do not die. Like the Phoenix we can rise from our ashes and be rebirthed. 

Only three known mythicals exist: Unicorns, Dragons, and Phoenixes. We are beings of pure magic that can only be created, never destroyed. This means the concept of death and afterlife in something that is not understood by us. No matter how many hours one puts in the study of death, we will never understand the concept of an afterlife. 

I believe that a piece of death as a concept comes directly from the emotion of fear. 

And I have feared before.

I was only two months of age when I found the three-pronged stag. As later observations would tell me this indicated age. He had his own fawns from that spring in the same age group as myself. 

As a Unicorn I easily blended into the family. I became one of their own, and they became mine. 

In my fifth year the hunters came during springtime. I had never strayed from the side of the buck. He had become a father figure and then a friend as we aged together. 

The hunters came every year but the buck led us to safety. Unlike me he was stricken with mortality. His age slowed him and nature would one day take its course. 

It happened on a rainy afternoon with thunder and lightning in the sky. It had been like that for the past five suns and the woods had been desolate of man. Their stomachs must have been empty because they came with bows and arrows and shot after anything that moved. 

We had been listening and moving then moving and listening. It was a whole group of them going in circles until we were pinned in the center. They taunted us with doe calls that came from every direction. 

Then they struck.