The story of the unicorn and wizardess continued down the path of fantasy. The wizardess continued to try coax the unicorn into coming closer, that she was safe. But then one day, he stopped. "This isn't real." He said suddenly, and before her eyes, transformed into a man. A beautiful man, but no longer a unicorn. "I cannot be a unicorn anymore. I have to be real. You may have your magic, but I must see it in real life to believe. I cannot keep playing along. It's not fair to either of us."
So the wizardess dropped her veil of magic. "I knew all along that you were not really a unicorn. I know that you are a flesh and blood man, who must experience and touch and feel. But I am so far away, I thought the illusion would help with the distance until the distance can be shortened. See me, oh man, for who I am. A flesh and blood woman. With fire in her veins, and a wellspring of love in her heart. I saw you and thought I saw what I had been waiting for my whole life. "
And she waited. Now it was up to the man to decide. Things could not go back to the way they were to begin with, there was now too much history. The illusion had been laid too long and too well to go back to like it was when they first saw eachother.
She cringed at the thoughts of her mistakes. How she may have ruined something beautiful through miscalculations and inexperience. Her magic had never worked on a boy before, why would she have thought that it would work now. Her magic was merely good at coincidences, and finding joy, and usually the both were combined. "Stick to what you know, test the waters, but don't magic another person. It can break them." She recited to herself.
And so the story goes.
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