It was actually a scream of joy that came from his sister; “James, James! Come quick!” Squealed Sophie, “ It’s a unicorn foal, and the tip of its horn is broken!” Once again, the unicorn tapped the pellucid window, obviously in pain. James hobbled over to a nearby seat, and quivered on it. Euphoric, Sophie bolted into the cockpit and clambered up onto the pilot’s bunk, where there sat, and silently so, a large, steel bucket. Sophie wasn’t stupid; she grabbed a large handful of enticing thornberries, a unicorn’s favourite treat! Alarmed by this harmless creature, James checked above himself for an oxygen mask. Sophie hauled the steel bucket over to seat B’s window, of which was blocking the injured unicorn’s path to its benevolent helpers.Unlocking the latch, Sophie leaned forward so far that she nearly fell out! Gently, Sophie lowered down the chipped bucket, which contained the berries. The unicorn foal took one look at the metal being and trotted away.

A moment later, the foal cantered back, delicately smelling the thornberries. Coaxed by this tempting treat, the foal, and reluctantly, hitched itself up the lip of the bucket. Realising that the foal was still weeks old and needed care, James took a deep breath and prepared for instructions; “Grab the suitcase!” Yelled Sophie. He fetched the suitcase from his footwell, doubt in his mind. Would strict no-nonsense Captain O’leana agree to this foolish bribery. Of course he didn’t want to admit his worries to his sister, who was so benevolent to this poor soul, but he knew he ought to.

Fire extinguisher, made from 15 drops of a Longma’s blood, to extinguish fires of any size or shape.

A weaved nest, made from strands of a rare unicorn calf’s mane, ( that cannot be set alight), to rest in for the miso night.

A sealed up scream, of anyone who looked medusa directly in the eye, to prevent crashing into the rocks when drawn to the song of the sirens.

A mysterious button, to power up the nebulous hologram of its benevolent trainer, to remind it of its quest.

A pellucid flask, forged in Lithia, Archipelago, filled with glimourie to quench its thirst when in need.

A lump of coal, fresh from the mines of Atindina, to keep its fire burning.

A map of Archipelago, with even the tiniest details, to guide the phoenix whilst on its seemingly never ending quest to retrieve the philosopher’s stone.

A vile, made purely from foxgloves, filled to the brim with healing potion for when in a time of need.

Rose glanced down to earth,

And back at her baby, Blossom,

Like the true mother she was.

Her leaf green eyes,

Staring menacingly into your soul,

Like a blunt knife being sharpened to the max.

She fashioned oak brown skin,

The thorny texture as a weapon,

Like a city defended only by nettles.

Her lukewarm flame,

Not used as a weapon,

But a second chance.

Rose’s keen teeth,

All pure white beneath the splatters of berry juice,

They’re all deadly enemies.

Her snake like tongue,

As soggy as a sheep in a raging river,

Like a dog’s wet kiss, just a lot more painful.

With scales as veiny as autumn leaves,

Ready to drift to the ground at the slightest gust of wind,

And stickier than a maple tree’s sap.

And a jagged spine,

Perilous to those who dared touch her,

Like the snow-capped Everglades.

With mammoth wings,

Like a large paraglider

Helping her soar unstoppably through the morning breeze.

Sporting razor sharp talons,

Like murderous blades from a horror movie,

Covered with the occasional splatter of blood or berry juice.

Rose had a velvety belly,

Softer than the comfiest blankets and pillows on earth!

Its lumpy texture made it a bit less pleasant, but still fluffy!

She flapped her colossal wings,

And lifted off the cloud she was resting on,

Leaving behind a glint of hope,

And a hint of fear.

You are the collision of  benevolent,

And the bully,

The tension between them is forceful.

You are the clash of the agile fox,

And the swift bunny,

The great chase begins…Now!

You are the bump between the burly hippo,

And the petite human,

That hippo must’ve been hungry!

You are the crash of resplendent mama,

And muscular papa,

T’was love at first sight.

You are the collision of inert water,

And a puny fire,

No need to call the fire brigade!