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| The Unicorn was sought out through all the ages for its beautiful mane and horn. The Unicorn's horn has special healing powers. In the time of the Wizard War, the all wizards' powers were exausted in battle, so they didn't have much power left in them to heal their wounded. They sought out the Unicorns in the Great Ven Forest for their magical capabilities. The unicorns refused to help and many were killed out of anger. The mane of the Unicorn was a silvery color, and was used by the elven cheiftans to make magical cloaks, the cloaks made its wearer invisible. In the Great War many of these cloaks were destroyed by the humans. Now I and six others carry one of the last cloaks, they were passed down to us by our ancestors. We who carry the cloaks are the Chosen, we are protectors of the magical world and all of its inhabitants. |
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| One of my own works, created on AdobePhotoShop. I will be adding more and better pictures once I get the chance |
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