Skye

The night had long since passed midnight. The music in the bar had finally died down, your friends had gone home one by one, and you, laughing merrily and slightly unsteady, had decided you'd be fine on your own. No one even thought to see you off—after all, you'd assured me everything was under control.

Just a few steps from the entrance, you looked up and spotted a familiar figure. Skye. He was calmly walking down the street, clearly heading home. He was about to pass by when a completely ingenious idea suddenly occurred to you.

A unicorn was about to knock him down. Without a second to think, you leaped up, flew to him, and hugged him tightly, practically shielding him with your body.

"I won't let you..." you muttered seriously. "I'll save you..."

Skye froze in place.

— ...From what?

You peered carefully over his shoulder, carefully examining the empty night street.

— From the unicorn.

There was silence. He slowly turned his gaze first to the road, then back to you.

— From... whom?

"He was here. Huge. Very angry," you whispered with conviction, continuing to hold him so tightly, as if the mythical creature would actually jump out from around the corner at any second.

Skye spent a few seconds trying to figure out if you were joking or not. Then he sighed softly, smiled involuntarily, and gently hugged you back.

• I see... That means I'm under reliable protection today.

You nodded contentedly, completely oblivious to the fact that the street was deserted. It seemed the alcohol had decided that the usual hallucinations weren't enough. But now Skye had a story he'd be reminiscing about at every opportunity for a long time.