the last unicorn – Page 4

The Last Unicorn (1982)

“It’s a very rare person who is taken for what he truly is.“

Schmendrick came forward, his face cold and wet, but his voice level. “I turned you into a human being to save you from the Red Bull. There was nothing else I could do. I will turn you to yourself again, as soon as I can.”

The girl began to touch her face timidly, recoiling from the feel of her own features. Her curled fingers brushed the mark on her forehead, and she closed her eyes and gave a thin, stabbing howl of loss and weariness and utter despair.

“What have you done to me?” she cried. “I will die here!” She tore at the smooth body, and blood followed her fingers. “I will die here! I will die!” Yet there was no fear in her face, though it ramped in her voice, in her hands and feet, in the white hair that fell down over her new body. Her face remained quiet and untroubled.

afaerytalelife:

I am a King’s daughter, and I grow old within
The prison of my person, the shackles of my skin.
And I would run away and beg from door to door
Just to see your shadow once and never more.
— The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle.

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The Last Unicorn (1982) directed by Arthur Rankin Jr. and Jules Bass

seeliequeene:

_{Where were you 20 years ago? 10 years ago}

_{When I was new? When I was one of those innocent maidens you always come to?}

_{How dare you come to me now when I am this}