One day my oldest grandaughter asked me if Unicorns were real. I had to stop myself before answering that question because I remembered seeing an ancient cave depiction of a Unicorn. So I told her yes, I believed that they did exist once. She continued to ask me questions. 'Where were they? What were they? Why did God make them but we don't have them anymore? These were questions that got my mind (and my imagination) working. For the next two years I plunged myself into theological studies and research. I poured over hundreds of documents and ancient maps. the story was already formulating in