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The Unicorn took the sleigh through the route I’d planned so that I could oversee things.  I’d learned over the past few years that the beings of Winter were excellent help—as long as they thought you might kill them if they weren’t.  It was imperative to show the flag amongst them, as it were, so that they suspected that I might wipe out anyone who disappointed me.
That’s why I’d bargained for the Unicorn’s help.  Anything with a mind was afraid of a Unicorn, and as a being capable of amplifying my power to ridiculous levels, showing up with him was essentially like walking into a room with a loaded shotgun and shoving it in someone’s face.

Microfiction #6, The Good People