[color:"#a0a0ff"]"No thank you, DQueene, an armour would slow me down, the crystal protects me - and if I'm wrong? By the Gods, this day was worth a lot. And no, I'm not trained to use a sword. This is not exactly the best place to give me lessons, would it?"
I winked at her and then asked her to let me down, my amulet was burning and scorching my bare skin. Leaning on my elbows I lowered myself carefully into the pen, then I gave DQueene one arm after the other until I felt safe enough to fall the last few feet. I looked up at her, she was kneeling on the floor and peered down. I turned around to Featherwing and soothed her, she reared, whinnied and shook her head, tossing her mane. Then I pulled out my amulet and walked up to her very slowly.
"Come, come Featherwing - Nightwind, your mother, called me, I'm here to set you free. Don't be scared."
The amulet was radiant, it's light blue had changed into a nearly blinding silver, then softened into the calm silverblue of a midsummer night's moon. The filly stopped to tremble and looked at me with her wonderful blue eyes - the eyes of her mother. I felt tears well up in me, a two-legger had done this terrible crime of depriving this innocent and beautiful creature of her life energy - these symbols for innocence, gracefulness, beauty and goodness! Then I remembered DQueene and her magic: this had come from a two-legger, too.
The amulet seemed to float by itself towards the little beast - it lowered its head and the newly grown horn touched the amulet. A blinding flash - the amulet and my heart shard burst into a long high pitched sound - the long silver hair shot out of its crystal prison and wound itself around the horn, melted into it. The unicorn filly slowly changed into a milky white... wavered... grew transparent and faded away, as moonrays fade when the morning dawns. And I heard the echo of a joyful whinny...
"Farewell, Little One, you're safe now - greet your mother - your kin is free again... My love goes with you," I whispered.
I don't know for how long I stood there, my inner eyes still saw Featherwing, my memories caressed it, holding my amulet tightly.
I sighed deeply, reality was calling me. I hung the amulet - now calm and cool again - around my neck and went back to the pen opening and called up to DQueene:
"That's done - pull me up, will you? And I hope that rope won't be attached to your belt, right? Remember what happened last time?"[/color]
