Chapter 2: Rolling Along

“So, what is it you do?” First Light asked as she was using her magic to Jerry rig the wheel on the trailer so her and Trixie could move on.

“I suppose since you'll be with me a while, I could tell you...” Trixie was unsure of whether to share at first, but she suddenly got a look of confidence in her face. “I am the most amazing sorceress in Equestria.” Trixie hopped up on her hind legs again. She suddenly became very embarrassed and put all four hooves back on the ground, almost stumbling. “At least... I was.”

“What happened?” First Light asked, half paying attention while spinning the fixed wheel.

“It's a long story.” Trixie shook her head. “Let's just say I let my ego get the best of me.”

“Really?” First Light perked up. “That happened to me once too.”

“I hardly think it ended the same way.” Trixie muttered, hooking up to her trailer.

“All done!” First Light smiled, not hearing what Trixie had said. She kicked the wheel to make sure it could hold weight. “Let's go!”

Trixie adjusted her cloak to get comfortable and started pulling on the old trailer. First Light took a good look at the side of the trailer as it passed her. She saw the faded outline of writing on the weathered side of the trailer. She attempted to read the letters, but it was difficult. She got the basic idea that it was a showpony trailer from the extravagant details that had been painted on.

“So, you said you're a magician?” First Light tried to make conversation with Trixie.

“Sorceress.” Trixie corrected, almost coldly. Then she thought for a moment, and bit her lip as if it had hurt to say the words. “I'm a sorceress.”

“But what do you do?” First Light asked. “Sorceress is a pretty vague job.”

“I tell stories about amazing adventures.” Trixie stated.

“Yours?” First Light was interested, she sped up to get up next to Trixie.

“Well...” Trixie slowed down. “I guess they are my stories...”

“Like what?” First Light kept in step with Trixie, but Trixie did not make eye contact.

“Well, there was this one time I-” Trixie stopped herself and the trailer altogether. She stared directly at the ground.

“Is it heavy?” First Light asked, looking Trixie over for signs of fatigue. “I could take it for you. I was raised on a farm... Well... Not really, I guess...”

The two of them sat very still for a moment, thinking over their different lives. Suddenly, Trixie looked up and nodded to First Light. She unhooked from the trailer and helped the other mare into the harness. First Light struggled at first, but soon got a good pace going and kept it.

“What about you?” Trixie asked, catching up with First Light. “What do you do?”

“I'm going on an adventure.” First Light said excitedly. “I'm going to find out what I'm meant to do. What my special talent is.”

“Well,” Trixie looked down at First Light's flank, “it's obviously not fixing waggon wheels. If only we didn't need wheels...” Trixie thought for a moment. “Aren't you a little old not to have a cutie mark?”

“Not really.” First Light shook her head, feeling her mane brush against her ear, and she realized something. “Oh no! I forgot my hat on the train... It was a gift...”

Trixie put a hoof on her hat, as if protecting it. “We'll just have to get you one in town.” She quickly reverted to the original question. “What do you mean you're not too old not to have a cutie mark?”

“I was only born a couple weeks ago.” First Light smiled.

“A couple weeks ago?” Trixie was confused. “How is that even possible? You're fully grown. Unless...”

“Yeah.” First Light giggled. “Most ponies get it in the first four sentences.”

“You're a crazy mare.” Trixie noted hastening her steps. “I should have known. Nopony just offers help for no reason. You're a serial killer. You're going to take me deep into the woods, chop me up into little pieces and then move on to the next town, where you'll find another unsuspecting mare and drag her into the woods, on and on until somepony has the willpower to stop you!” She started to panic herself, causing little sparks of magic to bounce out of her horn.

“No, no, no.” First Light soothed. “Never chopped anyone up before.”

“Oh.” Trixie calmed down instantly. “So you're not a crazy mare?”

“Nope.” First Light shook her head.

“If you were, would you tell me?” Trixie asked. “You would tell me if you were a serial killer?”

“Well...” First Light thought it over. “Probably not. But I can assure you that I'm not a serial killer. I Best Pony Promise.”

“You what?” Trixie raised an eyebrow.

“I Bes-” First Light caught herself. “Oh, um... I promise.”

“You know,” Trixie noted, “that's actually a pretty good story, I think I will use it in my next performance. How The Great and Powerful Trixie Slayed The Wandering Crazy Mare!”

“That sounds like a good one!” First Light nodded. “Wait... You just make up your stories? You don't base them on your own adventures.”

“I-” Trixie stammered. “What I mean is...” Trixie couldn't think of what to say in response. She didn't want to flatly say that she just made up her entire story.

The two of them walked for a stretch, just admiring the scenery and keeping conversation to a minimum. The only time they spoke was when one would trip on a rock or step in a rabbit hole and the other would ask if they were alright. The silence was pretty awkward for Trixie, but First Light smiled the whole time and kept her eyes on the surroundings. Trixie had a few questions for the other mare, whom she had noticed was an Alicorn, her curiosity eventually got the best of her.

“So, um...” Trixie looked for a way to say it. “You're an Alicorn.”

“Yup!” First Light beamed, looking Trixie dead in the eye.

“And you say you're two weeks old.” Trixie stated.

“Yup!” First Light giggled.

“So, how does that work?” Trixie asked, a little condescendingly.

“Oh, yeah!” First Light stopped for a second, causing the trailer to lurch to a stop, pushing First Light a few inches forward and making grooves in the ground. “I'm an OC.”

“A what?” Trixie had no clue what the pink Alicorn with the rainbow mane was talking about.

“An OC.” First Light explained, starting the trailer rolling again. “A pony that wasn't a pony until one day it was a pony and that pony knew what it was based on a story that somepony thought up.”

“So then your a...” Trixie tried to comprehend what First Light had just said. “A-um... A... Who now?”

“My birth name was...” First Light took a deep breath, and Trixie looked around to see if something was coming to get them. First Light held her breath for a second before unleashing a string of names. “ Pinkamena Diane Rainbow Jack Twilight Sunset Shy Responsibility Family Pie Friendship Is Magic Original Character, or Best Pony for short.”

Trixie cocked her head. “And now it's-”

“First Light.” She beamed at her new name. “It's the name I chose after I realized I couldn't live based on my bio, and I needed to find out what I was meant to be.”

“Huh.” Trixie bit her tongue. “That actually kind of makes sense.”

“Don't it just?” First Light smiled, then looked directly ahead. “Boy does time fly! Looks like we're in town!”

“Already?” Trixie asked, looking worried for a moment, then putting on a facade of cool. “Let's stop for some food and a wheel, then we can go get some food.”

“Yay! I need me some fuds.” First Light beamed as she took off down the hill into town, the trailer bouncing behind her.

“Now I know for sure.” Trixie nodded. “She is a crazy mare.”

Author's Note

Here goes Best Pony, runnin' head first into things again! What will become of her?