Wolf and his Unicorn Tea Party
Written by Snow Celeste
Stories spilled from Fuil’s lips—tales of brave deeds, daring rescues, and enchanted glades—while the children shared giggles and wide-eyed wonder.
By twilight, the clearing sparkled with magic: fireflies drifted through the air, petals danced on the breeze, and the laughter of children rang like bells among the trees. Fuil An Mac Tire, the dark knight who had once struck fear into the hearts of men, now found joy in this quiet companionship, a hero not of war but of kindness.
When the party ended, the children returned to their homes, hearts light and imaginations alight. And though the forest held shadows, anyone wandering near Silverfen at sunset might glimpse a knight upon a silver unicorn, carrying hope, tea, and stories through the whispering trees.
In the shadowed woods beyond Silverfen, there rode a knight named Fuil An Mac Tire, dark as the midnight sky, his armor gleaming like onyx. Yet though his reputation whispered of fearsome deeds, he carried a secret heart of kindness. Upon a magnificent unicorn with a mane of shimmering silver, he patrolled the forest, seeking children in need of comfort and cheer.
One misty morning, Fuil discovered a group of frightened children trapped near a brook, the waters swollen with rain. Without hesitation, he lifted them onto his unicorn’s back, and they rode through the dewy glades until the children laughed, safe in his care. At the heart of the forest, a clearing awaited: a table of polished wood set with tiny cups, steaming tea, and honeyed cakes sprinkled with petals.
The children gasped in delight as Fuil helped them settle onto soft moss cushions. He poured jasmine tea, the warmth soothing trembling hands, and the unicorn lowered its silvery head to nuzzle the youngest.
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