Unicorn Pony

Year after year the masses would stir, crying out in obstinance for the homecoming of one so beloved. This yearning burgeoned with such fervor that the fabric of being would quake, and in the end affected an awakening. From a land trapped in time by the mists of the otherworld, cloaked in enchantment, a journey was commenced. In the wake of jubilee and the waning dawn of Autumn at long last shall be heralded...