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I felt something touch my wing.
"Troll!" I screamed.
That awful troll had haunted me in my dreams. I heard a whiny and I looked up. It wasn't a finger that had pooled my wing, but a long, smooth, white horn. The sun momentarily bonded me as I peeked out, but it couldn't hide the white horse with a horn sticking out of its forehead!
"You're a... a UNICORN!?!" I say.
"Last time I checked, yeah." it says.
"Y-you just talked!" I exclaimed.
"Um, yeah, we all talk."
"We? There's more of you?"
"Yes. You're gonna have to run out questions soon. Right?"
I leaned against the tree. A unicorn is talking to me, okay.
"Where's the rest?" I question.
It tilts its head towards the tree line. I can hardly see it so I grab ahold of a clump of its mane. When we leave the forest I'm greeted by a sea of white. Unicorns as far as the eye can see!
But in my case I can barely see five feet ahead of me so yeah.

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