"So much of our history has been a striving for light. We say that we were born in the moonlight, in the Age of Dawn, and therefore we are children of the moons and the morning. We say that we live just the right amount of time--not dying in a few centuries like the corame, but not existing until the world tires of us, as do Elwens. We say that we were meant to live in hope.
"History has not always agreed with us."
-From a conversation with Laimerta, black unicorn King in Cytheria.
As Laimerta says, history has not always afforded hope to unicorns. They prefer solitude and shelter in their forests, and they would love most of all a sojourn in forests where no trees ever died and no predators ever trod. But they cannot find a forest like that in the confines of mortal Arcadia. Arcadia is a place of violence and death, and has always been so.
For a time, one race of unicorns had dominance over Arcadia, but this did not benefit their kin- and when that dominance ended, the other races of unicorns found themselves loathed and distrusted. They have withdrawn to their forests since then, loathing the appearance of humans and the slow death of magic, dreaming of a time which will probably only come, for them, beyond death.
But, of course, some of them still dream it might exist within the confines of the world. They are, too, the children of hope.
The Living Races of Unicorns- Once there were ten; two are gone, but eight still remain.
The Dreamplace- The perfect, changeless, peaceful place the unicorns long for could be a paradise, or perhaps an otherworld.
The Silverini- The silverini, with their gaze that could rip the will and the soul to shreds and leave the body alive as a mindless slave, once ruled Arcadia. They were defeated long ago, but the memory of them yet lingers and poisons the relations between unicorns and other races.
Alfar Tales of the Unicorns- The unicorn equivalent of fairy tales.
