Author's Note
this is an introduction story. it is a story on its own, but will be made into a prolouge for the rest of the seiris/ chapters, going in deeper, experiancing the darkness that is the forgoten princess.
lot of hidden thingd in teh story. read carfully to understand better
Darkness
About a week had passed by, and no one seemed to care, or even acknowledge the absence of the once beloved princess. Some of the few thought of a clever excuse for her absence, 'visiting canterlot on royal duty,' or even 'she's been sick for a while, and Celestia wanted her to get the best treatment.' Others didn't even care to find an excuse. A person disappearing wasn't that unusual. The great and ashamed of herself, Trixie did it often enough. Just smoke and mirrors.
As the week before had passed, and the days rolled in, only a few knew what had become of the princess. One of the few, Trixie, had seen it all coming down to it. Her past fear, some one being better than her. Stronger than her, and even kinder than her. Her insidious drive to be the best led her down a very unpleasant path. One not even Trixie would risk. murdering her biggest threat. Rarity, the beloved shop owner, and as they so called her, Generosity.
As most murders go wrong, she was caught, and taken away. Whom had known her sickening thoughts, and ruined her plans? Trixie. Along with the help of the Canterlot police and Luna's special police force; dream watchers. The keeper's of all children's dreams, and the punishers of the evil within everypony. Watching, and bringing joy throughout the sacred land only Luna could call home.
Plan ruined, and in shambles. A disturbed set of friends, angered, and saddened. A pair of princesses, and two scowls on their face. And a single light blue mare, watching with eye's full of despair. Surpassing some pony and ruining their life, were two different things for the mare. Two very separate things.
At the price of the once loved mare's sanity, she was forced to punishment. As cruel and strange as everyone thought, a mental rehabilitation center was a better choice than prison. She would be cared for, loved, and tormented mentally till she could rejoin society as the once loved mare, Twilight Sparkle. But when have things every ended well for Trixie?
One week after the sentence, Trixie was called to fulfill her portion of work. Babysitting. Although she could have denied it, she had changed. Changed from her old selfish self, and became a half friendly, half greedy pony, with most still hated.
"Monster." "That one pony." "It." "The one who stole the princess," and "The trouble maker." All her new nicknames. Generously given to her by her beloved haters, and the few who wished she'd leave and never come back. Silly, and pathetic nicknames that didn't change her in any way. The names she gave herself were worst. Far worst
Her job for the week, watch over Spike the dragon, and keep an eye on the house. Not an easy task. Not even Celestia could manage. "I want Twilight back!" Spike cried. Trying to get his pleas for his mother back. "I'm not going to eat or sleep till she comes back!!" He added seriously, running away, and around the house.
Watching Spike run around the rooms rampantly, she waited for him to give up on the ridiculous action before talking to him. "Spike, i'm not here to make sure you eat your vegetables, or sleep at night," whispering softly, she tried to keep herself from falling apart. "I'm here only to keep you safe, no matter what the cost. Even if it will cost me my life." Looking away from the dragon, she tried hiding the seed of sadness growing in her eyes. "I am here to keep you safe, so please, don't over do anything."
Hearing what his caretaker had said, he fell to the floor, exhausted, and hungry, but unwilling to eat or sleep. "So, you don't care if i don't sleep or eat?" Feeling a tear form in his eye, he wiped it away, "you just want me to be safe?"
Receiving a nod of her head, she tried smiling. "I might not be a mother, or even a good friend. But i will never break a promise. Even if it isn't what i want." Letting tears roll down her cheeks, she tried smiling once again. "Some day. Twilight will come back, and love you again."
Trying to understand Trixie's reason for crying, he never could figure out why. "if it's that important to you, i guess i could sleep some... But only if it will help you with your promise." Dozing off already, he pinched his hard scaly skin, attempting to keep awake.
Smiling deeply, she replied gratefully,"it would help a lot, but lets get you to you-"
Spike was already fast asleep. Snoring loudly before her. "Adorable. Thats what you are Spike," Trixie announced to herself, scurrying through the closets for a clean, non-chard blanket, yet none seemed to exist.
Smiling once more, she did as her heart told, 'what do i have to lose?' Taking her star covered cape, she laid it on top of the delicate dragon's hard scales, hoping it would be enough to keep him warm. If it had served her as a warm blanket in winter, it could keep a dragon warm in spring. "Good night Spike." Placing a hooves on the light switch, she placed it into the off position.
Quietly in the darkness, a moan could be heard. "Thank you Ms. Trixie, the kindest and sweetest." Afterwards, Trixie smiled.
'From the great and powerful, to the kind and sweet... I guess being kind is an art worth sharing.' Sighing gently, she leaned in to kiss Spike's cheek and wish him a good night once more. "Good night Spike. Keep your hopes up and never give up, even if they tell you too."
Deep in the confines of the royal palace, a dark and sinister power leaked from the core. Darker than nothingness, yet brighter than the sun. The evil that once coursed through the veins of the Great King Somber were smiles on fillies faces in comparison to the demonic aura in the underground cell. Locked away just to break free another day, and wreck havoc on the world, just as Luna once did in the world of eternal night.
Only this time, no one alone can silence the tyran. Let alone prevent it. The end of the world was caused by the loving pony, Trixie Lulamoon. The witch, in the eyes of the beast.
