She lurked in the shadows of a massive tree, waiting for what seemed an eternity as her hands slowly started to freeze off her body.
She was a huntress and self-proclaimed collector, and what once had started as a mere hobby, had slowly but surely turned into an obsession.
Right now, all she could think about was getting her hands on the prized item that would complete her collection: the horn of a unicorn.
The thing was, the creatures were notoriously hard to track down, and even when you did find one, their natural aura prohibited even the most cruel of souls from harming them.
Good thing she had a plan. Unfortunately, it involved a lot of waiting in the freezing cold.
A/N: Don't worry, she's not going to harm the unicorn! I think...
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Tiny Stories
Short StoryA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
