Barry and Nathan had nothing to do on a dreary Saturday night. The crystal storm clouds thundered overhead as the metallic rain drizzled on their patio foyer.
A single bird flew by on his way to feed his "chicklets" waiting for him underneath a rock. Ralph, the bird, had always led a solitary life. Ever since his wife left him for one of the squirrels that frequented "Trixies Treats", a bird feeder close by, Ralph had had to grow up to take care of his chicks. He was pretty sure they weren't his.
Ralph lived under a rock on the rough side of town to avoid the high cost of rent. He landed on top of the rock, accidentally squishing his offspring, Bert and Theodore, along with the raccoon that was trying to eat them. Unbeknownst to Ralph, that raccoon was the next in line to be the leader of a super intelligent race of raccoons. His younger brother, Vincent, was much more evil than his older counterpart and would work tirelessly to enslave the human race. But that is another story.
Barry was still inside the house from the beginning of the story with his friend Nathan. Barry was especially afraid of the dark given his "condition". Nathan was not, for he was a vampire. Nathan and Barry had once had fun times as children, romping around in fields of cloth-flavored lavender, but those times had faded with the wistful ignorance that accompanies youth and old age. Some would say that it was an unfaltering push of life, and they often did. In poems and sonnets fit to make Shakespeare's hear explode in an array of ear confetti.
Whatever it was, they had always been friends. Barry would always bend over when Nathan asked, and Nathan would ride him until the sun came up. Sometimes they would reverse positions, but more often than not, Nathan would quickly realize that Barry was much too big for him.
Being an especially intelligent unicorn, Barry had always prided himself on his ability to perform magic and fly. This is how we start our story. With wizards.
