The unicorn is a legendary animal that has been described
since antiquity as a horse like animal with a large, pointed, spiraling horn sticking
out from its forehead. It was usually described as very wild forest creature, a
symbol of purity, grace, and independence, which could only be captured by a
virgin. It was believed in the old times that its horn has the power to turn
poisoned water drinkable and to heal sickness. According to legend, there were
many unicorns inhabiting the earth centuries ago, but slowly, under the advance
and pressure of the human civilization, they disappeared.
In the mountains of
Southern Portugal, somewhere in the region of Alentejo, there is a ravine
called “Amo’s gorge”. I was there some time ago, and heard from the locals the
story of the last unicorn called Amo. According to the story, there were really
two unicorns. Male Amo and female Ama. But nobody could tell me what happened
to Ama. Some believe that she is still somewhere around running through forests
and over the meadows. At least, that is what the legend says.
This is how the story goes. Some three hundred years ago,
there were two last unicorns left in the world. Male called Amo and female
called Ama. They really didn’t know each other, because they inhabited
different lands, but they felt each other’s existence. Often, they would dream
of each other and felt some strange longing, like they belonged together. But,
life was going on, and they lived their lives separately never expecting that
they will ever meet.
Ama was young unicorn, happy with her being, proud of her
independence and freedom. She often looked at other animals wondering why they
allowed humans to tame them and use them. She couldn’t understand them. She enjoyed
every bit of nature that surrounds her. She loved wild flowers, cold streams,
deep and mysterious woods, sounds of wind in the trees, music of birds. And she
could only feel complete feeling the land, roaming over mountains and through
valleys. She felt the wholeness of creation. She knew that she was one of the
most majestic living creatures still around. And she was proud of it.
Once in a while, humans would see her running over lands and
they admired her beauty and grace. Of course, they wanted to catch her and tame
her, but she would never allow that. She enjoyed their admiration and liked to
play with them. She really enjoyed attention they were giving her. So,
sometimes, Ama would even let some humans come close and touch her,
manipulating their senses, just so they could feel that she is real and not a
dream. And then she would run away, leaving them wondering what happen, and
often, leaving them sad for missed opportunity to catch such a precious animal.
She wasn’t sure what she felt about people, but she was sure
that she never wanted to give up her freedom and the wholeness and happiness
that she felt running aimlessly through the wilderness. It was who she was, and
she didn’t want to change. For nothing in the world.
On other side, in completely other part of the world, lived
Amo. He was a different story. Like Ama, being unicorn, he loved all the same
things, and was proud of his independence and freedom.
He was quite older than Ama, but still very strong male unicorn. But being
male, he always had a need to prove his strength and superiority over other
animals. He always needed a recognition for who he was. Especially from humans.
So, occasionally, he would allow them to catch him, and make
them believe that they tamed him. For a while he would work on their fields,
pull their carriages, run in the horse races, and do everything they asked from
him, just to show his superiority and strength, and to enjoy admiration by
humans. But then, he would get bored by it and run away always leaving a damage
behind him. He would knock down barns, break fences, run over crops he was
working on, pull out wines, always wanted to show to humans that he can’t be
used, and wanting them to pay for the belief that he could be tamed. And then
he would run free over lands until the next time he would allow humans to catch
him.
Over the time the word spread around among humans of Amo,
and many very angry humans were trying to catch him and punish him for the
damage he was always leaving behind him. Some were even claiming, that he was
not a real unicorn, but just a wild horse who deserve to be put down. For them,
unicorns were gracious beings, who would never act like him. Amo didn’t care
about their opinion. He knew well who he was and continued running through life
same way.
But after many years, he got tired of the game he played, and
decided to settle somewhere where nobody knows him, in different part of the
world, and avoid humans forever. He came to the mountains of Alentejo, not
knowing that he moved to the lands that Ama was inhabiting.
One morning, he was standing on the high ridge, enjoying the
warmth of the early morning sun, when suddenly in the distance he saw Ama
running over the fields. He couldn’t believe his eyes. She was the most
beautiful creature he ever saw. She was the one from his dreams. His heart
started pounding fast. She saw him too. Ama was equally excited, but cautious. On one side, she was
happy to see other unicorn. He was a bit old, but still appeared strong and
handsome. She was asking herself if it is possible that he is the one whose
existence she sensed all her life. She wasn’t sure if she would come closer.
She was always afraid of being disappointed.
But Amo run into her direction. He was running fast, trying
to impress her and show his strength. For a while they were running parallel
but on the distance examining each other. By each mile, Amo was coming closer
and closer. Ama was still afraid, but she was allowing him to shorten their
distance. In the evening they came to the same meadow. They were drinking water
from the same spring carefully observing each other.
Finally, Amo came to Ama. She wasn’t moving. Just looking at
him. They could hear each other’s heart. He touched her. They lay next to each other their bodies
touching. It was a glorious feeling for both of them. A sense of completion. Of
dreams come true.
In the morning they woke up and continue running and walking
through woods enjoying surrounding and most then everything, enjoying each
other. Ama was really happy. At last, a real unicorn next to her. Somebody that
will understand her. Somebody that will not try to tame her. Somebody to share
joy of freedom and of the creation without limits, without conditions. Somebody
of the same kind. She couldn’t believe that it would ever happened, but it
seemed that it was right here, in front of her eyes.
She still had her doubts, being all her life by herself, the only unicorn. But
he was here, strong and true.
Amo was also happy. He promised never to leave her side.
That he will always be there for her. But Ama didn’t want him to be there for
her, but with her. She never felt that she need any protection or help. She was
strong enough and wise enough to care about herself. She wanted to be with Amo
as two equal independent beings, respecting and enjoying each other’s freedom.
She wanted to share the greatness of her pure love, the experiences of nature.
She wanted to be enriched by the presence of the same soul, not restricted or
slowed down. She wanted to share the affection for the things they both
cherished.
Well, Amo knew what Ama wants. He wanted the same. But time
he spent around humans changed him a bit. On one side, he wanted to run with
Ama to the end of times, and enjoy their togetherness in the freedom of open
fields, forests and mountains. On other hand, he also wanted to have a place
that will be their home. Somewhere, where they can settle and feel the warmth
of their togetherness.
But home that he was thinking about was a human category.
For unicorns, home was the whole universe. Space without boundaries. That was
what Ama called home. Anyway, Amo was persistent. He took her to the ridge he
discovered. He wanted to make there a garden for her full of different fruits
and plants. She looked at him thinking that he was playing a childish game. Why
would unicorns ever want a small garden to work in, when the world was a huge
garden ready to be explored. Nevertheless, for a while, she enjoyed in a play,
even helping him in making the garden.
Yes, she was thinking, maybe once in a while, they can stop
there and rest. But for her settling somewhere was impossible thing. Something
that she thought she would never enjoy. Amo failed to realize that she wants
next to her equally independent and free unicorn. Somebody that she can admire
for his freedom. She wanted to give him her love, but she didn’t want to
sacrifice her liberty. It was not the nature of unicorns. She would be unhappy
forever. And she didn’t want him to sacrifice anything for their love and
togetherness either.
Amo was of different mind. He thought if he settle down,
build a home, that she would join him. Too many years spent with the humans
blurred his mind. He was thinking like humans. So, he sacrificed his freedom
and settle on the ridge. He wanted to show Ama that for her love he will
sacrifice even a freedom of a unicorn. He was waiting for her patiently.
And Ama would come once in a while and spent time with Amo.
She truly loved him and she hoped that he would realize his true nature and
continue to run around with her as unicorns should, and forget those ideas of
home.
But Amo was persistent and kept remaining on the ridge. She
was getting less and less excited of going there. It was just a ridge, one of
many in the mountains of Alentejo. And she was losing her patience with Amo.
She couldn’t understand how a true unicorn could act like a human. True unicorn
would never sacrifice his freedom, not even for love. Freedom is a part of true
love. For unicorns, love was an unconditional category. His sacrifice she
actually saw as weakness. Something that will made him lose her respect, not
gain her love. She heard some of the stories that humans were spreading around
about Amo, and sometimes, she was asking herself – What kind of unicorn would
ever act like that. Maybe he is really some wild horse pretending to be unicorn.
Is it possible that she made mistake about him.
So one day, she couldn’t look at him like that anymore. He didn’t appear
as a unicorn from her dreams. She almost felt sorry for him. That was not Amo
that she first met. Fast and strong unicorn running with her shoulder to
shoulder. And she told him she would not come back anymore to the ridge. That
everything was a mistake. And she left. She was disappointed and hurt, but she
knew that nothing will lower her spirit once she is back running over open
field and through deep woods. It was the open air of the high mountains that made her feel alive. For her, it was
better if Amo remain as he was, just in her dreams.
Amo stayed on the ridge feeling sorry for himself and for
the lost love. He couldn’t believe that she really left. He neglected his
garden and soon he stayed without food. He didn’t eat for days. He didn’t want
to eat. He didn’t want to live. He didn’t care about anything anymore. All he
was thinking was Ama. Finally, he realized how big mistake he have made. All
she wanted from him was to be who he was, a true unicorn. He was angry with
himself for acting like a human. How could he be so stupid.
As he was laying for days on the ridge, humans from the
valley who were trying to find him and punish him, noticed him there. They
started advancing up the hill, getting more and more eager to make him pay for
his bad deeds. He looked at them approaching. He wasn’t sure if he wants to run
or stay there and wait for his destiny. But something inside him told him that
he should jump and run. That he should try to be a true unicorn. Maybe one day,
doesn’t matter when, Ama will meet him again. He will show her that he is the
one, a true unicorn. The one from her dreams.
He stood up slowly. He couldn’t go down the hill. Humans
were closing his escape route. The only way was to jump from the ridge to
another ridge over the deep ravine. He looked at the distance. He used to jump
further than that before. He will make it, he thought. Then he jumped. But his
muscles were weak and his body wasn’t anymore what it used to be. Days laying
down without food and water took their toll. He didn’t make to the next ridge.
He fell into deep ravine and died there.
Humans came to the edge of the ridge looking down at his
motionless and bloody body. One of them said. – “Well, they were right. After
all, he was not a unicorn, just a wild horse who met his deserved destiny. Real unicorn would jump this distance.”
Years later, at the place he fell, a spring broke out from
the rock with abundance of extremely pure and fresh water. Local people were
talking about the magical properties of the water that was healing many
illnesses. Some local people remembered that unicorn fell and died there and
connected those two things, so they named spring – Amo’s spring and the gorge –
Amo’s gorge. Some say, it was just as he would want it. He always craved human
recognition. Now he finally had it forever.
Once in a while, people would swore that they saw Ama coming
down to the gorge to dring water from the Amo’s spring. But those were only
stories. People like fairytales.
(A short story from the works in progress by Stevan V. Nikolic - unedited version, May 2014)
