Unicorn

My kind have been around for a millennia, from the dawn of time until now. There used to be so many of us, grazing the grass of lions undisturbed, but I watched them, one by one, disappear. Before, we used to be worshiped for the blessings we gave people. We gave them any treatment to heal themselves, we watched over them, blessed them with good fortune even. They needed us as much as we need them. Now with their electronics and syringes they don’t need us anymore. They only seek the knowledge of themselves.

         Three weeks ago I watched myself become the last unicorn in existence, but it’s too late. I can feel the dreams begin to wash away, and the excitement of the word unicorn slip in the subconscious. However, I have accepted it. I know that one day I will disappear like my family and those around me. I’m prepared. I traveled as far as my legs could carry me. Through the Amazon, around the jungle. I watched the fairies, and nymphs as they went about their day, but now my weakness has finally caught up to me. I lay down slowly in a park. The swings creak and the wooden chips dig into my rough undercoat. My eyes fall drowsily and I imagine the face of my mother, her friends, and the humans who worshiped us. I think about all I got to see as I lay my head down peacefully.

Then something touches my nose. It’s a girl. Through my dim vision I can make out with an old woman. Her smile is wrinkled and in awe. Her soft hands pet my mane and her floral scent relaxes me.  I lay my head in her lap letting her softly pet my coat of white hair and I watch as tears drip from her eyes.

“I always knew you were real”, she says in a soft, almost nonexistent voice.