In forgotten back closets of the worlds darker corners, there is a flutter of movement. Of danger. Of malice.The grass whispers before a growing night wind. A wind with the taste of burning. But the watch sleeps on the ramparts of those set to guard against the old enemy. A dust of grief has fallen into the eyes of Elves, and they drowse at their posts, lulled by long dreary years of silence. Dragons bait, barter, bank and buy one another. Men build ships and cities, and wonder why they feel uneasy to see the old walls crumble unmanned.A few guardians remain alert however, with ear to the muttering ground and a nose to the uneasy wind.Therefore, long ago in a world grown tattered on the edges, a unicorn came to a girl in a wood. But then the unicorn asks of her to set out upon lonely highways and byways on a fantastical hunt for his kind. As Tals family is suddenly launched back into the affairs of the wider world, others step in, a few to hunt with her, but most of them are on hunts of their own. Yet the success of their journeys hinge on the completion of hers.In meanwhile, Twist stirs in his hole: a monster never visible in the light. But in the dark, he can be heard breathing.