Iris the Unicorn Girl – Enchanted Power
I lay in a patch of sunlight so warm it felt like silk. The forest sang around me — birds in laughter, wind in whispers. My skin shimmered faintly, the glow of magic sleeping beneath it. My horn — small, soft, still new to this body — pulsed with dreams of power and longing.
Then I felt him. A shadow broke through the trees — tall, human, curious. I didn’t move until he reached for me. The air shifted, my instincts awoke, and I stood, every inch of me alive with light. My voice rang through the glade like a bell.
“You dare to touch a unicorn’s horn?” I asked, stepping closer. “Do you even understand what it means to crave our power?”
He stammered something — an apology, perhaps — but it didn’t matter. My magic responded before my mercy could. The air swirled in colors he couldn’t name. I touched his chest, and the glow spread through him like liquid fire. He gasped, his shape bending beneath the pulse of my will.
When the light faded, a new form knelt before me — softer, smaller, eyes wide with wonder. I felt no anger now, only a slow, intoxicating sense of balance restored. The trespasser had been changed, transformed into something as delicate and shimmering as the world they had disturbed.
I circled the figure, the sunlight breaking into rainbows around us. “You wanted to claim my magic,” I said, voice low and melodic. “Now you’ll feel it, from the inside out.” I brushed my fingers over their new face — gentle, deliberate. Their breath caught, a tremor of awe and surrender rippling through them.
Power hummed between us, bright and endless. My aura wrapped around them, not cruel, but commanding — a warmth that demanded reverence. I could feel their heartbeat sync with mine, the forest holding its breath as light washed through us both.
When the spell finally settled, I bent close to whisper, “Now you understand, little one. Magic isn’t taken. It’s given — and I decide when.”
I turned toward the light breaking through the canopy, colors streaming in ribbons across the ground. My laughter lingered long after I vanished — sweet, proud, and radiant as a rainbow at dusk.