There was something in the wind.

The mare lifted her head and looked around uneasily; everything seemed normal. Her colt was busily munching the grass beside her, and the others seemed to have noticed nothing. Yet she, the eldest unicorn in the herd, notice that there was something different in the wind.

Lifting her muzzle high in the air, the old unicorn sensed what it was the wind was carrying. She shook her head, no she thought, it couldn't be. She sniffed the air again and there was no mistaking what she smelled: man.

The mare was puzzled, confused, scared. There wasn't any men living; she and a few others witnessed the destruction of man 300 years ago. She glanced at the other unicorns, they still hadn't sensed it. Of course they wouldn't, she thought, I'm the only one left alive that knows what man was.

Memories flooded back in to her mind. The destruction of their forest, the ropes that would encircle their necks and choke them, the stench of the blood of her kin as they were slaughtered for their horns.

Only she and a few others escaped that night when man had finally suceeded in making himself extinct, or so she thought.

She had to warn the others, inform them of the danger, she hat to...but they would only laugh at her saying that her mind was playing tricks on her. It was the strain of having another colt. She was too old...to old.

The old unicorn looked down at her cold, a tear coming to her eye. Well, my young one, she thought, if they won't believe me, at least I shall save you.

Looking once more at the others, then at the moon, she wondered if she herself believed there was really something in the wind.