She strode to her mount. McKay, a young unicorn mare, looked exhausted. They had ridden long and hard to get as far as they had, the poor unicorn would find no rest this night.
Luna, her light gray familiar, looked at her with luminous eyes. She was nestled in a saddle bag. She looked tired even though she could easily rest.
Davi wiped the fatigue from her eyes and pulled herself up onto McKay. She shook her dark hair out of her eyes and looked up the mountain. She could make out the smoke from mountainside homes. The homes in Santfem. Her stomach growled.
“I could really go for some of Mother’s chili right about now. Warm me from this frigid cold.” she muttered to herself.
Davi kicked McKay into a canter. She prayed that McKay would survive and forgive her for this abuse. It wasn’t fair to the unicorn. Davi patted the mare to show her appreciation. She only got a snort in return.
Davi sighed and continued their ascent. An hour later they had arrived at the outlying pueblos surrounding Santfem. Their warriors were out, watching the street for signs of the invaders. The roads were filled with their spies, after all.
They simply waved as Davi raced by. They knew she was coming and the best warriors can feel the movements of animals and unicorns have a distinct feeling.
Another hour passed and Davi arrived at the gates of Santfem. McKay was nearly dead beneath her. She could feel the unicorn trembling. McKay’s breath came ragged. Fortunately, Davi could go on alone without her noble friend.
“Ho! Gateman, open and let me in,” Davi cried.
“We have orders to allow no one through. The settlers are on their way,” bellowed a shaky voice.
“It is I, Davi, the great sorceress, come with glad tidings for the chief.”
Without a response, the gate shuddered open. Davi swiftly entered the city. She hopped down from McKay. The mare crumpled to her knees heaving deep breaths. Davi waved her hands and the unicorn began to snore.
Davi turned to the guard, “Give me a horse. McKay needs to rest.”
The man grunted and called to a young stablehand to brought a horse to Davi. As she mounted, Luna jumped up in front of the saddlehorn, ensuring she wouldn’t be left behind.
Davi tore through the city, leaving a wake of chaos and confusion behind her. She laughed maniacally. She swiftly arrived at the cheif’s longhouse.
The doors opened before she could even knock. A voice calling as soon as they opened, “Oh! it’s the great Davi! I hope you come bearing good news.”
Davi smiled, “I do, great chieftain.” Her smile turned evil as she unleashed arms of darkness. Each arm latched onto a person in the hall. Their hands clawed uselessly at the smokey-blackness wrapped tight around their throats.
“My news,” She continued as she stalked forward, “is that the invaders will not need a puppet ruler, as they are destroyed.”
The cheiftan broke into a sweat, “Guards! come quick. Davi, she’s gone mad!”
Davi smirked and waved her hands. The chieftain was bound to a chair. He began babbling. Begging for his life. No help materialized.
“I destroyed the Spaniards. They will not be coming. There will be no invaders. Your time is passed.”
She turned and looked at her cat. “Luna, he’s yours.”
The small gray cat grew larger with every step she took. Davi turned her back on the chief. She laughed. “It is now my time.”