The tale of Trixie

Many years have past since the last visit with the elder and here stands a young Trixie Lulamoon. She is now 12 years of age and is unaware of the strange place she will be going today. Unaware of what changes will happen before the day is over.  What is to come of the young and unaware filly?

"Where are we going mother" the young filly asks her mother. Watching the trees dance in the wind. The leaves rustle makes a howling sound that pierces any silence that may have been near. Branches waver, making agrressive acts of grabing at anything nearby.

" To a place that only a set amount of ponies can go. We will go deep into the forest(not the everfree) where you will learn many new things from the pony who lives out here" She responds hastily, watching her surroundings, being aware of anything dangerous is her main task.

" Mother" she wispers, "why do you and papa not have a horn like me. Why do I have this on my head but not you or him."

Fading Lulamoon quickly responds " You are special, now stop asking questions, we don't want to disturb anything around us" she snaps, almost in a growling manner.

Her father now paying attention quickly adds in " now dear, you shouldn't be so mean to our young filly, she is still learning and eager to find out about who she is."

" FINE, you want to go easy on her you do that, If what happens is as what the elder said many years ago happens we will now who's fault that is." The black stallion pulls his young close to his side, knowing that something must be angering his love.

" Father what is wrong with mama" Trixie silently asks her father after a long silence.

" I don't know, best leave it be. Besides we are here. The 3 ponies stopped in front of a tall cottage.

"Papa, what is this place?"

He glares at the wizards home, as if trying to find the smallest of details. The house was massive. Every grove of the house was built to move with the trees, its as if the house had its own melody with the wooding around the home. Much of the cottage was even built into its surrounding woodland, only way to get to the tree rooms was by a thin bridge barley as wide as the young filly herself.

" Its the wizards house. He will teach you many things over the next amount of time." The young filly looks at her father with a look of dispair.

"You won't be leaving me here, will you!? You can't just leave me here, I wont let you leave me!" the young filly yells. Assuming the worst. She only barely notices the small creaking sounds that stops her screaming. It was the cottage door opening. standing in the opening was an old wizard.

An old pony stood in the door way, an old stallion actually. You could almost see his essence falling from his very bones yet it felt as if he still had many years left in him. The stallion had a long horn, nearly as long as Celestias herself (but they dont know that) His long, graying mane flowed from his neck creating a river like movement as he walked in the blowing wind. His coat was a strange hue of red that had aged with the pony himself. As he began to speak, you could see the bones in his jaw starting to wear with the pony, who did not speak much but to himself in the depths of his own mind.

" My name is Crod " he said, " the thing that brings you to my home can be found in the depths of your own mind, look far enough and you will find the unicorn you have conceded and brought into this world."