When I came home from advising the Prince about the war against the elves, my family was dead. I walked into our house, surprised that the door was already open. The life and energy usually there was gone, sucked out of the house. I knew there was something wrong.
“Hello,” I said, in the dusty hallway. “Is anyone there?”
Fear raced though me and I whistled loudly. My beautiful black unicorn hurtled into the room, looking nerve-racked, probably because he thought my Mom would go and hit him.
“Find them,” I said.
But I already knew they were dead.