You can envision, in your head, the sight of the brilliant white form of the unicorn dipping its long, spiraled horn into the stream below the falls.  "Yes," you say aloud, "I believe I would like to go to the falls."

 "Very well," the Elven lady declares.  "Come along."  She moves to the path with you trailing after her, and before you can blink you've been swallowed by fog.  She is a hazy, indistinct figure but you watch her like a hawk does its prey so you do not lose her.

When you emerge from the haze the first thing you notice is the thundering of the waterfall.  There are trees around which help dim the brightness of the sun.  However, they don't block itfully, as you see from the lovely rainbow which arcs in front of the falls.

You admire the scene, then lift your voice to be heard.  "This place seems as if it would be the perfect place for the unicorn to live."  You motion to the rainbow.  "Especially with that to look at every day."
 

Her look is considering, but you can tell that she disagrees.  "Things are not always as they appear," she says loudly.  "Look at  the area once more."

You do as she says, going over the scene slowly and carefully, and find another path leading to the stream.  As you watch, a group of people carrying buckets appears and fills the containers.  You frown at them and turn to the lady beside you with a curious look.

"You see, nothing is as it seems," she yells.  "Not even the one you seek.  The unicorn can take many forms.  Most definitely here where humans are nearby.  It purifies their water and they consider it a legend."

Something in the way she says what she does makes you look at her thoughtfully.  The more you learn of the unicorn you seek, the more something tickles your brain and cries to be heard.  Putting it away for the moment, as it is not fully formed yet, you nod once.  "The truth is often hidden."  She grins brightly at you in happiness as she finds you understand what she was saying.

You both walk down the path.  It runs up the side of the cliff where the falls tumble down and vanishes behind the wall of water.  The slope up is gentle and you are still breathing easily by the time you scoot behind the water.  You can still hear, if barely, but nothing is said as you enter the cave in the cliff wall.

Before you stand more mist and paths.  Looking at the very dim interior, you wonder how the forked roads can exist in such a small space.  Remembering that magick is being used, you sigh and look for the signs.

With a start of surprise you see they are etched into the stone walls of the cave.  The letters are raised high enough so that they are easily visible.  One says "To the mountains," while the other states, "To the valley."