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Witch Queens: Tales from Oz (Dark Fairy Tales Book 2) by S Cinders (50)

CHAPTER 49 - PART 5 – Indy

“Son of Haslan, you have returned to take your place as leader of the Unicorners!”

In unison, the unicorns rose and stamped proudly.

“No,” I marched myself straight over to the Unicorners. “I’ve had about enough of this nonsense. Turn him back now.”

They guffawed and neighed in my face. I have never been mocked by an animal before and I have to say, it was humiliating.

“It doesn’t work that way,” Scarecrow sounded different, and I didn’t like it.

I tentatively approached him, “Scarecrow?”

His eyes stared at mine, while I tried to see the man that I had fallen in love with.

“It is I,” he bowed his head.

“Are you stuck like this?” I whispered.

“Do not be afraid of me, Indy,” He brought his large head and brushed my cheek with his inky black fur. “I finally understand my past.”

The large white unicorn spoke, “Then you know that it was foretold, one day the black unicorn would rise from the midst of us to rule in peace and prosperity.”

“I know your legends,” Scarecrow replied simply.

“Why is your coat black as night and the others are shades of white?” I touched his black fur. The softness had me keeping my hand on him.

The white unicorn answered for him, “A unicorn’s coat represents everything they have gone through. Their subjection to trials, adversity, and heartache, a badge of honor through the deepening shades.”

My heart felt as if it shattered into tiny pieces. Scarecrow’s coat wasn’t a muddy brown or even a gray. He was pure shiny black silk, almost blue in certain lights. I knew that life hadn’t been easy for him. But this, it was unexpected.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, braiding my fingers into his mane.

“I love you,” I whispered.

I hated that he couldn’t hold me.

“Come, Son of Haslan, you may bring your chosen mate as a pet, but the others must leave!”

This white unicorn was really starting to piss me off.

“How can we turn you back into a human again?” I searched his eyes as if they might hold the clue.

“When the time is right, I will transition back,” he said quietly.

Then turning to the herd, he raised his head, and they all lowered theirs.

“These people are guests of mine and will be treated with the utmost respect. I am the son of Haslan, but you will address me as Scarecrow or not at all.”

“Your father was a great leader. There is nothing wrong with being associated with him,” the white unicorn ventured bravely.

Scarecrow blew hot air out of his nostrils, “My father left his herd on a journey of pleasure seeking. The pool revealed all to me. He traded his horn for a man’s body and then went about spreading his seed far and wide. Why the goddess allowed me to form in my mother’s womb, I don’t know. But I do know that he abandoned her the moment he learned I was coming into the world. I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Unicorns are the highest of all life forms,” the white unicorn said loftily. “Haslan owned that woman nothing.”

I felt the anger radiating off of Scarecrow.

“You had best hold your tongue,” his eyes started to glow red.

Shit.

Was the beast still present even in the Unicorn body?

“That woman was my mother,” I saw his teeth lengthen into fangs.

Scarecrow was frightening and strangely beautiful as his body seemed to double in size.

The Unicorners were scared and bowed their heads in fear.

I felt the rustle of wind behind me and turned to catch sight of two giant wings sprouting from Scarecrow’s back.

“Holy fuck,” I muttered.

His gaze turned to me, “Do you see why I cannot turn back yet?”

I nodded slowly.

Scarecrow was magnificent.

“Now, I will say it again. You will let my friends pass over your land in peace. If there are any problems, I will eat every last one of your little blue Dwarves, and you can get off your lazy asses and do things for yourself.

The Unicorners shuffled back as if they had been struck. Tails whipped angrily, and there were several snorts of indignation, but not one of them disputed Scarecrow’s demands.

I turned to my sister, “You and Steele gather the monkeys, we need to be on our way to Mount Munch.”

“You will ride with me, Indy,” Scarecrow demanded, in that dark voice.

“Aw, hell no!” Steele cursed, “I will be the only idiot to have to be carried by the damn monkeys!”

El smirked, “What’s wrong, Tin Man? Everyone deserves a chance to fly, don’t think of yourself as limited.”

Steele grabbed her and planted a rather heated kiss that had me looking anywhere but at them. By the time he sat her back down, she was swaying slightly.

“Together we are unlimited,” he growled and then stopped off in the direction of the monkey’s.

El turned to me with swollen lips and a gleeful smile, “I can’t help teasing him sometimes.”

“You are wicked,” I said grinning.

“So are you!” El laughed and ran after Steele.

I turned to Scarecrow. His back seemed impossibly high off the ground. How in the hell was I supposed to get up there?

As if reading my mind, Scarecrow bent his front knees and lowered his head.

“Climb on, Indy, time is getting late, we must move.”

I struggled to climb on and grabbed his mane to steady myself. I am pretty sure his eyes flashed, and I heard more than one curse.

Finally, I slipped into place just above where his wings folded in.

“You must hold tight, Indy,” Scarecrow was giving sound advice, but what he didn’t realize was that I was holding on for dear life.

I wrapped my hands into his mane, and my knees clutched his massive body. Leaning low I whispered, “Don’t drop me.”

He laughed, it was unusual, but it warmed me to my toes.

“Nothing and no one will harm you, Indy.”

“How can you be so confident?” I asked.

“The pool, it told me things,” was his cryptic reply.

“I hope that it told you how to defeat Dorothy and what we need to do to get you walking about on two feet again.”

That laugh again, “Perhaps it did.”

It damn well better have.

"I am sorry about your father."

I know that I could have waited until a better moment to tell him that, but it needed saying.

His back muscles tightened underneath my thighs, and I felt him stiffen.

"Do not be sorry," he rumbled, "I had figured that it was something of that sort. And if my plan goes as I want it to, he may have provided me the way for us to be together."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Indy, he gave his horn to be mortal. Maybe I can do the same, and we will live a normal life together. Have children and grow old, that is my dream. I want to be with you."

I felt more swelling in my throat, "I want that too."

And then I thought for a moment, "I thought that unicorns had to eat the silver apples to have eternal life?"

He threw his head back and almost dislodged me, "That is what they tell people, but in truth, the apples are nasty to taste and only look pretty. The Unicorners enjoy when mortals steal the fruit and get sick from it."

"Bastards!" I snorted.

He laughed more, "I am not arguing with you there."