The Bite Sized and Overrated Adventure

The Bite Sized and Overrated Adventure

~Everypony wants to have friends. They want to have someone to share memories with, to chat with, and to have late-night pillow fights with. For some, the desire to form friendships is great. For others, it’s all there is to live for. And for one pony, the whole lot of it is irrelevant. ~

~She just wants to be famous. ~

The wind blew a cool breeze through the tattered branches of the Everfree Forest. It kept the dark twisted passageways a comfortable cool temperature, a break from the grueling heat found in Ponyville summers. The sun still loomed over the horizon, spelling out the break of sunset over the bleak woods. Of course, none of this mattered to a certain azure pony. She was far too caught up in recent exchanges to even remotely care. Somehow, she had found herself engaged in what seemed to be a magic duel with an unwieldy appearing alicorn. The exact details of the arrangement had already blurred in her memory. It was something involving a trip to Ponyville, a few careless words, and the accidental projection of a tomahawk.

“As if you could defeat the Great and Powerful Trixie in a challenge of magic and wits, you must be crazy!” Exclaimed the robed mare, “Trixie is capable of performing feats beyond your wildest imagination!”

These words seemed to glide right over the male pony’s head, the formal, in appearance, alicorn simply smirking to her. “Yes, well, let’s get down to business.” His voice rang through as smoothly as something that is very smooth. “I’ll allow you the first move.”

The delightfully confident unicorn dug her hooves into the ground, her short wagon to the side compromising the entire distance between the combatants. “Trixie will see that you regret that decision!” She begun with a relatively simple move. How she could have possibly expected it to work is beyond comprehension, though this tale is not woven in an attempt to understand the inner machinations of Trixie’s psyche, so it will remain a mystery. She kicked up the dirt and soil around her enemy with a quick burst of magic, splattering it messily against his legs.

“Is that all? Seems I have over-estimated you.” Of course that’s impossible in Trixie’s mind one cannot over-estimate somepony as great and powerful as her. “It is no matter, it will only make this little scuffle end quicker.” He hovered a rope, nabbed conveniently from Trixie’s wagon, close, and in a blinding flash tied it around her legs. It would only take a brief struggle before she was held aloft helplessly in the air, dangled precariously by her legs.

“What is the meaning of this? Explain to Trixie why you find it necessary to employ the use of such low-level tricks!” She squirmed in her tight holdings, her hat having fallen to the ground, providing a rather silly sight for any would-be onlookers.

“It’s quite simple really. You see, I’ve heard of you through the grape-vine. I know all about your fabrications involving the Ursa Major.” He trotted closer to Trixie, eye level with the comically upside-down unicorn. “And seeing as you can’t even begin to imagine what true power really is, I’m going to put you through a little game, to help you come to terms.”

Trixie wasn’t going to have any of this, and rammed her head forward, head-butting the condescending stallion to great effect. “Trixie isn’t going to have any of this!”

He staggered back a step, holding a bare hoof up to his bruised snout. “Ugh, I didn’t peg you as such the ruffian… If you would like to play it that way however, I’ll spare you the rules. Enjoy the game, little hayseed.”

The long horn of the alicorn suddenly illuminated with a sickening dark glow, complementing his white coat nicely. Trixie glared to him, still trying to break her bindings, not in the least worried about what he was planning. Even if she had been concerned, it wouldn’t have prepared her for what happened next. The entire world around her began to spin, a grueling sense of vertigo overcoming her mental facilities. She clutched her eyes tightly, taking rapid shallow breaths.

“Trixie demands that you cease this now!” Much to her delight, he did. The blue tinted unicorn felt herself land on the ground with a soft thud, signaling her freedom from the tight constraints of her rope. Before she could gather her bearings, she heard a voice overhead, one that must have belonged to her foe, even if it sounded strangely loud and distant now.

“Goodbye Trixie, I’m sure we’ll meet again soon.” And just as mysteriously as he showed up, in a nondescript flash, he vanished.

Trixie relished in a deep sigh, stumbling up to her hooves in fashion that denied elegance. What she saw as she stood defied belief. She seemed to be left standing on a soft ground, with surrounded by dark blue walls that appeared to be fabric. Above her was an opening to the ever-darkening forest. She stepped around in this new setting, mumbling to herself about the residual scent of her mane-shampoo that lingered in the air. As she clambered up over the edge, and put her front legs over the rim of this bizarre hole, her spirits dropped faster than Derpy’s anvil delivery services.

The great and powerful unicorn had set her sights on her show wagon, which now stretched upwards higher than any building she had seen in her country tours. If that wasn’t distressing enough, she’d notice the grass around her would be just as tall as her. She had become a pathetically small pony!

The diminutive mind of the self-proclaimed prodigy raced. Grasping for some sort of explanation for the situation, her mental hooves failing to retrieve any sane conclusion, she simply stared around, dumbfounded. It really looked kind of adorable. The little mare hanging over her hat with a hilarious gaping maw expression, any passerby would stop and gawk. Though, either to Trixie’s dismay or delight, there would be no such passing pony. It’s the Everfree Forest, why would there be?

This repeated attempt to obtain a higher level of understanding would repeat itself over the course of the next few minutes. During this time, the azure mare would have toppled over to the outside world, left sitting on her flank in dirty dirt. She would soon wobble up to her four hooves, and abandon any further attempts to understand her predicament. After all, there’s really no point in wasting her time with petty comprehension.

She took the opportunity to gauge her new surroundings. While they were familiar, it was all far too different. Mere bumps in the road became hills, pebbles became boulders, and even her hat sat next to her as some giant immovable obstacle! Of course, this no longer served to daunt the great and powerful mare. If anything, this was little more than a small setback; she’d be back up to her natural glory in no time!

The unicorn turned her attention to her travel wagon. The faded words spelling out ‘The Great and Powerful Trixie’ hung high over her head, further serving to reassure her ego, even in this tiny form. Of course, it didn’t appear as if it would follow her now. It would be quite the feat for her to pull this vehicle now, one she was not ready to try now.

So, she set out on hoof, stepping along the soil in an incredibly slow manner. Of course she had no idea where she was going, and what her new goal would be now that she had been cursed so, but it all really didn’t matter to her inflated ego. She’d figure something out soon enough, she just needed some… Walking time to mull it over, yes, that’s it! The unicorn continued at her own brisk pace, as night began to descend.

It had to have been an entire uneventful hour before she stumbled upon anything of remote interest. Through the scrapes of blades of grass, and the obstacles of surmounting stray twigs, she had stumbled upon a light gleaming high. The unicorn trotted closer, and after a bit of far investigation, was able to come to a conclusion amidst the darkness. This had to be a house! Or a hut! Or a shanty, whatever it is, somepony had to live there! It’s not like Trixie had any intentions of associating with anypony that made their home in such a place as this, but her options were fairly limited now, and shelter for the night seemed like a good idea.

The azure mare staggered around the soil, silently thankful for the lack of insect life as she searched for some entrance. She began to doubt the ease of this task as she finally made contact with the bark exterior of the dwelling, and begin to skirt along the outsides to no avail. Though, through some stroke of luck, she’d eventually find herself bathed in light, a light which was quickly followed by a dark overhead shadow.

The unicorn shot her gaze upwards, and it was met with one of the strangest ponies Trixie had ever laid eyes on.

“My, it looks like you were stricken by a curse! Come here, I have just the thing to nurse.” And with that, the bizarre, outlandish pony bent down and plucked up the tiny unicorn faster than she could react, dragging her into places unknown.