Haza: “I ate the flower, did the dance, and sang the song. The horn still won’t grow back!”
Haza: “How long do I still have to stick with this sissy…...Wait, that’s my own body. I shouldn’t call myself that.”
Haza: “Hey, what's your name?”
Pahrl: “I'm Pahrl, nice to me you.”
Haza and Pahrl gazed at each other silently for a while. On that day, Haza was out ruthlessly hunting animals. In order to teach him a lesson, Pahrl unleashed the power of its horn to exchange its body with his. With their bodies swapped, this extraordinarily good-looking ‘adolescent’ was literally a unicorn inside. And the unicorn looking annoyed was actually Haza.
Unfortunately for Haza, the horn broke after the body-swap. Pahrl could not regain possession of its body in absence of the horn’s power. Therefore, they set out on a journey in hopes of finding a method to regenerate the horn.
Days earlier, an idea had flashed into the Pahrl’s mind, recalling that the wizards from the Spiritual Civilization may help in this matter, so they started heading there. A week had passed, and now they were still in the human city. Spiritual Civilization seemed so far out of reach..
Haza: I’m done walking! Just what did you put in the bag? Something’s been moving around inside. It’s pissing me off!
Pahrl: ’Uh…...it’s really pitiful! I want to give it a home!’
Haza nudged his broken horn against the Pahrl’s chest, signaling him to take that little creature out. Pahrl sighed, and grabbed a kitten out of the bag. The kitten meowed with a grating voice despite its weak appearance.
Haza tried to cover his ears, only to find that he could not. He put on an annoyed face and stepped back. Pahrl felt Haza getting exasperated, so he agreed to head back to where he had picked up the kitten to soothe Haza’s temper. The adolescent repeatedly sighed on the way.
Little girl: Woo woo woo…...woo…...woo woo… …
Haza: Hey! It’s just a girl crying! What’s the big deal?
They went closer and found the little girl holding a tiny bird in her arms. It was not moving at all with its eyes closed, simply lying in her lap. Pahrl frowned while gazing at the dead bird in her arms. Meantime, Haza was getting impatient, so he went closer to them, and found Pahrl gawking at the dead bird. Haza’s temper was triggered.
Haza: Hey! Hand me that kitten!
The bewildered Pahrl passed Haza the kitten. Haza suddenly bowed down, and gently pushed the kitten towards the little girl.
Haza: This kitten is now yours! Take good care of it!
Little girl: A kitten, and a talking horse?
Haza: We all die one day, including animals! But this kitten is still trying its best to live! So…so you have to make sure it lives on!
The girl took the kitten with trembling hands. It rubbed its face on her palms, and wiped her tears with its paws. She cried. This warm little thing surprised and delighted her heart, and she felt as if she had regained a relationship once lost. She thanked Haza and Pahrl. After that, they officially buried the bird for her. She went home in joy with the kitten in her arms. Pahrl smiled and was about to praise Haza……
Pahrl: ’Haza! Your horn! Your horn has grown bigger!’
Haza: Really? Has it healed completely? Wait a second, it’s your horn, not mine!
Pahrl: ’Hm…...Almost there. Well, they say good deeds are rewarded. It’s true!’
Haza: Good deeds are rewarded? That's it! This is the key to regrowing of the horn!
Haza: Look! That old man over there is having a hard time pushing that cart. He must be in need of some help. Let’s go!
Pahrl: ’Wait! What’s the rush?’
Two days ago, Haza gave a homeless kitten to a little girl to make her feel better. After that, the horn on his head grew a tiny bit. Since then he was confident that helping other people was the key to regrowing the horn. This theory implied that the more people they helped, the more the horn would grow!
He started hunting for his ‘prey’ , primarily targeting the weak and the elderly. Pahrl did not feel right about it, but he thought it would be mean to dash cold water on Haza’s rarely sparked passion, so Pahrl kept on following his lead.
Then, they bumped into an old man who was tugging a wooden cart. Haza decided to demonstrate what horses were good at—pulling a cart.
Old man: Thank you. This cart of wine barrels has to make it to the neighbouring town by tonight.
Haza: Don’t worry! I will deliver it to the town at full speed!
Pulling the cart, Haza went faster and faster despite having plenty of time. Exerting all his energy, he darted forward. Pahrl immediately tried to stop it, but Haza had sprinted all the way already, leaving the other two behind to clean up the mess.
Haza: It didn’t go as planned, but I did help! Why didn’t the horn grow at all!
Pahrl: ’Haza, did you really intend to help them?’
Haza: They got their problems solved! Intentional or not, does it matter?
Pahrl: ’If you sincerely wanted to help, you would have thought it through, instead of rushing through everything recklessly.’
Haza recalled the time he gave the kitten to the little girl. He could not bear to see her snivel, and was annoyed by the helpless face of Pahrl. Thus he hoped gifting her the kitten would help. But just now all he thought about was the horn, so he helped whoever he encountered without considering them . In the end he was even blamed for it…...While lost in reflection, Haza felt pain in his leg.
Haza: My leg is aching…...It’s bleeding?
Pahrl: ’You were running too fast. It must have been scraped by gravel on the road unnoticed.’
Pahrl: ’I'm going to scavenge for some herbal medicine. Hold on a second.’
Haza: I left a scar on your leg…...My bad……
Pahrl: ’It’s nothing, but first we should stop the pain.’
’So this is sincerity?’ Haza thought, as he watched Pahrl disappear into the small jungle. Pahrl sniffed for the scent of herbs. Suddenly he saw a girl in a cloak. She walked towards him with a hideous monster on a leash……
???: Do you know the way to the Spiritual Civilization?
Stupefied, Pahrl stared at her. He felt something peculiar in the atmosphere around her, but helping was the essence of happiness. He pointed to the west. The girl muttered “Is he mute?” and left……
After the failure of Haza’s plan, they continued heading to the Spiritual Civilization from the west. They traveled from a human city to a parched desert in the west. After passing through the toilsome dustland and shuttling from place to place, they set foot in a virgin forest.
Haza once again started to doubt Pahrl’s lead. Just when Haza was getting impatient, A rustling sound came from somewhere. Haza signaled to stop. He held his breath to concentrate. Suddenly a pony holding a bamboo basket jumped out, and looked at the unicorn and Pahrl curiously.
Pahrl: ’It’s a spiritual beast! Haza, we found one!’
Haza: Are you a spiritual beast? We are looking for the wizards of your kind!
Pony: Mr. Wizard might not be there! But I can show you the place where you can find him.
Haza and Pahrl followed the pony, who jumped up and down across the jungle. Along the way, they strode over swamps, dead woods, and bushes……
Finally they arrived at a meadow. There were unicorns like Haza. A bunch of birds and beasts were walking around on two legs. A logger was logging. A weaver was weaving. Strangely, there was not a house that looked functional. Only some rough hammocks and firewood were around……
Haza: Why there are other animals here? Isn't it the tribe of unicorns?
Little Red Frog: Recently, humans are hunting the spiritual beasts like us. To avoid their pursuit, they have no choice but hide in this forest.
Pony: Right, the wizard gives them a shelter here. By the way, where is Mr. Wizard?
Little Red Frog: Probably he went out saving those poor spiritual beasts again. The infamous humans are hunting non-stop. It may take a while before he comes back.
Pahrl: ’They're miserable...I have to re-build a village for them!’
Haza: What on earth are you talking about?
Pahrl: ’In the circus, you experienced the bitterness of sleeping in the open air, right? They deserve a comfortable home.’
Pahrl kept gesturing. Haza reluctantly spoke to the spiritual beasts for him. Once they heard about the plan, they burst into joy and gathered together to listen to Pahrl for more details. Haza had no option but to translate his gestures word by word. Afterwards he reluctantly helped them choose the land, remove the weeds and move the timber ……
Pahrl: ’Once you see their faces after their home has been rebuilt, I’m positive that you’ll feel rewarded.’
Haza: Humph! I will kill you if the horn doesn’t grow after that!
Little Red Frog: Brother, can you move this log for me?
Little Shark: Brother, we want to go somewhere far away to pick some fruit and mushrooms. Can you give us a ride?
Little Pheasant: Brother, there are several big papayas on the tree! Can you lift us up?
Haza: ......Who on earth do y’all think I am!
Pahrl and the adult spiritual beasts were working together. The children spiritual beasts always stuck with Haza. They looked for help from Haza whenever they needed. At first Haza treated these little animals as nothing more than a nuisance.
But after staying together day by day, Haza now thought they were actually innocent and adorable. Compared with his past days when he did nothing but hunt, the days he spent in the Spiritual Civilization became the most unforgettable experience.
Thanks to Haza, Pahrl and the spiritual beasts, a small-scale village was finally established. Haza worked hard every day to carry logs for building the house, and did not rest until he was exhausted. Whenever Haza was free, spiritual cubs always came to play with him, but today they were all missing.
Haza: Where have those lads gone……
Little Red Frog: Brother! This is a gift for you! Thanks for helping us all the time!
Haza gaped at the wreath in the little red frog’s hands. In the wreath, there were red and white flowers, all exotic. They must have traveled far away just to pick these flowers. The very thought inexplicably touched his heart. It was the first time he had earned gratitude from other people. He did not know it could mean so much.
Little Red Frog: Brother, I’m hanging it on your horn.
Haza: Okay…...Wait, my horn you said? Do you see my horn?
Little Red Frog: Yea, but it’s partially collapsed. It wasn’t there a few days ago. I didn’t know you had a horn until today!
Haza: The horn has grown back! I have to tell him! Let’s look for him together! Where are the other kids?
Little Red Frog: Huh? They are right behind me till just now…..Where are they?
They started searching around, but there wasn't a trace of the other kids. Pahrl was worried after knowing what had happened, but to their surprise, Haza was even more anxious. The frowning Haza could not care less about the regrowth of his horn now. All he was thinking about was where to find those little spiritual beasts.
Pahrl: ’The little red frog told me they went to the western lake this morning. Haza, we……’
Haza: We gotta go!
Haza: Listen, it’s the sound of water. Red and white petals are all over the ground. These were in the wreath they made me.
Little pheasant: ......Somebody help…..Don’t beat me……
Pahrl: ’It’s the little pheasant’s voice!’
???: This dumb chicken! Quit crying or I’ll chop your head off!
Haza and Pahrl followed the sound of crying, and found the little pheasant and little shark, as well as an unfamiliar catman, all under a manticore. The girl in front of them was whipping them with a thong.
The kids were crying in agony, Haza quickly gripped the thong with his teeth to stop her offense. Pahrl squashed the giant paw of the manticore with his feet, causing enough pain to it to release the other two kids. However, the girl did not intend to fight back. Instead she looked extremely excited, and screamed:
???: It’s a unicorn! I finally found one! Unicorn! I've been looking for you since forever……
Busy inspecting the wounds on the little pheasant and little shark, Haza paid no attention to the girl. Then a whipping sound blasted from the manticore, which then flew at Haza!
Pahrl: ’Haza, watch out!’
Thanks to Pahrl's warning, Haza quickly raised his rear-feet and fiercely kicked the manticore in the air, throwing it onto a tree nearby. It fell onto the ground and growled painfully.
???: What trash!
Haza: Hey! Get on my back, we have to leave now!
Pahrl put the little shark, little pheasant and catman on Haza’s back. The girl was busy taking care of the manticore’s injury. Haza did not miss this opening to escape. In a fraction of a second, he sprinted away from the lake with the adolescent and the kids on his back. While the girl was cursing them furiously from behind, Pahrl could not resist the urge to turn his head back. He found the girl smiling… …