Now, life on the blue planet was nearly over, and so Cox readied himself to set the lock-down code on the facility until the year 3000. ''Would it be long enough,'' he wondered, ''for the world to regenerate?''
Cox would not be around to see it, but he hoped that his charges would come out safely. He had been the last human entrusted with their care and survival, an honor passed down from a secret society in hope of saving a dying species--the mythical unicorn. By the year 3103 the world was a very different place. The territories were ruled by the mute swan Laeya, who commanded the armies of the Bastion Guard. The beasts stood ready to protect avian and mammalian creatures alike, all under Laeya's protective eye. But what of the elusive unicorns?