Myra smilled at her mother. The thought was simply so painful. As she dabbed
at her eyes with a tissue Mrs. Losen continued her story.
"When your father had finished he had a beautiful masterpiece out of glace. The
enchanted creatures disappeared and the mystery still remains. They say the
statue will call them back."
Mrs. Losen drew a glace statue from her cloak. It was a grand little statue,
there was a unicorn with a flowing main,tail and beard and the spiraled horn
appeared as a perfect tower of pearls that slowly grew smaller. Beside the
unicorn was a faerie in a gown covered with jewels and a small tiera perched on
her head. Her wings set beautifully on her back.
"Which faerie is she?" asked Myra.
"The star faerie, the most friendliest was always with the unicorns," replied
Mrs. Losen.
"But Mom," asked Myra, "What happened after the unicorns disappeared?"
"No one knows, the only key is the glace statue," replied Mrs. Losen.
"But what if we went and found them, then they wouldn't just be a long lost
legend," suggested Myra with excitement.
"It would be a long journey, but if you're up for it," Mrs. Losen hesitated for
a moment, "We'll go."
"Let us go on the journey together for Dad!" shouted Myra.
"Calm down Myra," said Mrs. Losen, "we must get ready. We start at dawn
tomorrow."