On every calloween night, if it snowed, a unicorn would be born somewhere. The monsters of the night would be at ease, and dissipate once the unicorn came. But for the tan unicorns? The monsters would do anything to kill it. Anyone could be that special person to save it, but the other colored unicorns would disappear at daylight if the chosen one would not come ti it's aid. The rarest of them all, the tan unicorn, would have to sit in the same spot all night until it was killed. The monsters of the night could not be tamed, sadly. Nothing could fight these mighty beasts.