A few days later, while I was strolling through the forest, I came across an unbelievable sight. Against an oak tree lay a crying unicorn with a broken horn. She had glassy blue eyes and a white mane with pink streaks. She had broken her horn while hunting for food, as she had used it as a spear. When she spotted a wild boar, she had charged him, but he ran away a second before she could kill him. The unicorn ended up breaking her horn by accidently running into a tree trunk. She told me all of this as I introduced myself and petted her soft mane. I found out that her name was Cornelia, and she had gotten lost in the enormous forest. She lived in a remote part of Essieterra that was only inhabited by a small number of creatures.