A girl stands in the clearing. She has on a black, long-sleeved top
and a knee-length black skirt with spherical bells on the hem. She has
an angry expression as she glares at you.
"Why are you purposely-" She steps forward,"within
FIFTEEN FEET-" You back up,"-of my unicorn?" She stops.
"Well?"
She draws a spiral in the air with a blue light at the tip of her
finger. The light dissapates, and the spiral turns into a long black
whip, of which she grabs the handle and flicks the end toward you.
Uh-oh. You...
You hear footsteps behind you. The unicorn whinnies, and you follow
its gaze.