Chapters Repercussions of the past
Destination 1: Welcome to Hoofington
Destination 1: Welcome to Hoofington part 1
Trixie entered into the limits of the small town. It was a late night and most of the town’s ponies were asleep already. She had long since gave up in trying to get rid of the small bubbly annoyance that claimed to be her foal.
The gelatinous creature just kept pace with her as it continued to jiggle and bounce around. Trixie stopped in front of a building, as she looked at the sign out front she started to unlatch herself.
She turned to the tiny jelly creature and in a venomous tone she said, "If they want extra to house you, you’re sleeping outside with the dogs!"
The creature just kept on smiling at her and decided to hug her once more. She kicked the creature off and ignored it as it thumped to the ground. She walked inside to see the tavern she entered was void of ponies, except for the mare at the front, 'probably the owner' she thought.
The mare at the front smiled warmly to Trixie as she entered. “Hello there! How may I help you?”
“The Great and Powerful Trixie requires a room, how much is it for three nights?”
“It’s 5 bits for one night and we serve breakfast and lunch for an extra two bits a day.” The mare said, smiling warmly the entire time.
Checking her bag of bits, Trixie nodded to herself before turning back to the mare behind the counter. “Trixie will take the room and the breakfast and lunch addon’s for three days.”
“That’ll be 21 bits then. And what of your friend?” The mare pointed a hoof to the gelatin creature that hopped around next to her.
“Trixie does not know this thing. She has been trying to get rid of it the entire day.” Trixie stuck her nose in the air to add emphasis to her words.
Trixie hoofed over a smaller bag, which she put the bits in, to the mare and she gave Trixie a key with a card on it saying ‘12’.
“Last room on your left upstairs. Thank you for your payment, have a nice night.” She smiled and waved to Trixie as she went up the stairs.
********** The Next Morning **********
Trixie woke up to the sight of the ‘hideous thing’ laying atop her, sleeping. She ungraciously knocked it off of her where it fell to the ground with an unceremonious ‘thunk’.
Shaking its head, the gelatine child got up and walked to the door where it fell to its rear next to it. Trixie got out of her bed and with a sour face, she went to the door to the left of the exit. She opened it to a regular sized bathroom and turned the water on, placing a hoof under the showers burst, waiting for it to warm up.
The creature just sat there, staring off into space as it smiled in a ghostly way; it appeared to be oblivious to everything around it as it just payed apparent attention to the details of the floor.
After a while of this, the creature stood up as the shower stopped and started to hop around the door to the bathroom. After about half a minute, Trixie opened the door wearing a towel around her waist and atop her head. She looked relaxed but quickly looked annoyed when she caught sight of the gelatinous goo that followed her everywhere.
The creature stopped bouncing and looked up directly at Trixie. Noticing this, Trixie spoke up to the creature. “What? Is it you are jealous of Trixie’s greatness to an extent you have to follow her around everywhere?”
Trixie seemed to smile triumphantly, until she remembered the goo creature couldn’t speak. Scolding herself under her breath, she went about getting ready to leave.
“Ugly goo thing, go be ugly somewhere else today. Trixie needs to go and talk with the mayor to allow Trixie a spot to do her show. Since Trixie needs a new backup stage trailer and the great and powerful Trixie does not need you causing problems.”
The creature just tilted its head in confusion, but walked up and gave Trixie a hug shortly after.
After about half an hour of this, Trixie sighed in defeat and just left, the walking goo following Trixie’s lead.
As Trixie came trotting down the stairs, she saw that the tavern was far more packed and busy. Ponies filled the tables and stools, eating away at their food or chatting the day away with friends and family. Groaning, Trixie took a seat at one of the stools at the front.
The mare from the day before trotted over to Trixie from behind the counter.
“Hey there.” The mare left a menu in front of Trixie. “Hope you had a nice sleep, darling. Just let me know when you’re ready to order.” And like that, the mare left to go tend to the other customers.
Looking back to the gelatinous creature at her foot, she sighed and picked up the menu.
“If you are hungry, say something. Trixie is feeling rather generous for the time being.” She looked back to the little jelly thing as it climbed and stumbled until it reached the top of the table.
Giggling, the gelatinous creature looked at the menu, slowly, it stumbled closer until it reached and pointed to a food.
Sighing, Trixie called over the mare again.
Once the mare came back to them, she smiled warmly and said, “Well darling what would you like?”
“A salad with a side of croutons, and a bowl of vegetable soup, Miss.”
“Oh shoot. I never did give you my name did I? It’s Maribel.”
Before Trixie could make a comment about how much she didn’t care, Maribel was gone. Muttering angrily to herself, she waited patiently for her food.
The creature of jelly looked up to her again and tilted its head. It made a cute-ish sound that was indescribable and inched closer to her before falling down on its butt.
Trixie nudged the ball of goo away until it was at a tolerable distance. “Trixie demands you stay a good distance away, you are hideous and deserve hideous treatment.” The gelatinous child just made another cute squee noise and got into a more comfortable position.
Maribel came back holding Trixie’s desired foods and placed them down in front of the two. Trixie took her food slightly closer to her and began eating silently. She watched the gelatinous creature from the corner of her eye and noticed it didn’t even attempt to eat the food. Before she could make a snarky remark and either take it’s food away or demand a refund, the thing just jumped onto the food. It shifted and he bounced up and down resembling gelatin even more, the food had literally soaked itself inside of the creature. Once there it was visibly being digested at a fast rate.
The gelatin creature had changed color as it digested the food, it became a bright shade of red, then to a forest green color. This kept going until the food had finally dissipated and it was back to it’s original blue color.
********** Mayor’s office sometime later
Trixie was in an argument with the mayor’s assistant after she tried to waltz into the office. Her side of the argument seemed to consist of foul language towards the assistant stallion and proclaiming her greatness and how any other creature was below her. The assistant groaned as he tried to explain the mayor was out with a very important client from another town but the hotheaded mare would have none of it. This went on for a good fifteen minutes and eventually started to repeat itself from both sides.
That is, until a white mare with a high class and important effect coming off of her walked in. The mare had a pearly white coat and a black mane with a stripe of a different shade of white coming down the middle. This was the same style as her tail, it swayed in annoyance to the sight of the two arguing. The mare wore a hat that seemed to denounce others and convince them she was important. A monocle held itself loosely to her coat as she sighed in agitation.
The situation seemed to come to a halt when the mare walked in and the stallion got quiet. Trixie was still insulting him and going on her rampage despite the stallion’s sudden silence. That is, until a cough came from behind her.
She turned around and was about to barrage the newest addition to the battle with a sentence that should probably never be used until she recognized who it was.
“Oh. Uhm yes, you must be mayor Mingle. It is a pleasure for Trixie to meet you and she wishes to have a chat about important matters.” A faint blush was evident on Trixie, showing her embarrassment in front of the mayor of the town.
“I’m sorry but we’ll have to schedule something tomorrow, I’m very busy today and need to get back to what I was doing.” The mayor huffed a bit but continued on her trajectory towards her office. A headache was growing and she needed a drink. Badly.
Trixie was very irate about this, but held her tongue nonetheless. Trixie knew there was no way to succeed if she couldn’t hold her tongue at least around ponies of interest. She cooperated despite how downcast she was about this new development and had the assistant schedule an appointment for tomorrow at noon. After all was said and done, the blue unicorn left for the little inn where the ‘blob of goo’ waited for her.
The day was drawing to a close as the shops she passed started closing. A few bars did too, but for some strange reason, Trixie didn’t even care to discern. The lights from window candles helped guide her to the inn. She barely noticed that the sign seemed to be off its hinges and the doorway was scratched a bit.
Shrugging mentally, she set out to enter the place, expecting to see the innkeeper Maribel......
......Nope.
Repercussions of the past
Destination 1: A helping of Hoofington
Destination 1: A helping of Hoofington part 2
Trixie found the place to be ravaged and destroyed. Splintered wood laid everywhere. Alcohol and broken glass were seen in small pockets of where drinks, empty and filled alike, were most likely trashed at. Bits of blood were also not far from each place and no pony was in sight.
Trixie feared some thieves had broken into the establishment and may have taken her wonderful objects from her room. She rushed to the stairs and carefully went up them, hoping that, if the thieves still were here, they would not be able to get the drop on her. She turned the corner and saw her room’s door was smashed inward, a struggle was heard inside her room as she neared it.
Once she got to the doorway, she saw a group of three ponies, two earth ponies and one pegasus, stealing a few of her spell books (along with the gelatin creature).
It squealed in fright as they stuffed the goo thing in the bag along with the books. Trixie backed out into the hallway and started charging her horn, while she did this, the three hooligans spoke up in a whisper to one another.
“Heh. Easiest job the boss ever gave us. Think we’re getting the good end of the deal with this one, Sprinkler?” The white pegasus said to the dark blue earth pony with a cyan mane.
Sprinkler spoke up while eyeing a spell book with a scrutinizing gaze. “Yeah. We are definitely getting the good half of the bargain with this job.” He turned and pointed with his muzzle over to the beddings. “Hey check there. We need to find as much as possible before any of the guests get back, I don’t want to have another tussle like the one with that innkeeper mare.”
Trixie was fuming. They dared to take from her and now they checked to make sure they had everything that was worth anything to her. She didn’t much care for the blue blob, but they had it in the same bag they held her most precious of objects in. She made sure to charge as much power as she could into this blow, she would have the last laugh even if it killed her.
She wasn’t stupid, though. She made sure she only put enough power into her blast to contain all of them and not damage her items. She wanted to watch them as they get sent to the gallows for this civil insubordination, but she stopped when they spoke up again.
“She will like everything we got for it. The mayor doesn’t even have a clue, neither do the authorities, it’s great!” The third pony said, he was almost immediately shushed.
The three had their back’s turned away from the doorway, so when Trixie jumped into it and fired her bolt of magic, they had no idea of what was coming. It enveloped all three of them and they cried out in shock.
Trixie smirked at her sudden victory, noting to make this story sound more awesome than how the events had actually proceeded for her stage act. Unfortunately for her, the pegasus got back up and ran out the window, flying away faster then one would think possible. The other two just groaned as they both were in a short lapse of consciousness. Trixie prepared another spell as the two were slowly waking up from the disorienting surprise attack.
Trixie managed to pull the bag away from them and unceremoniously dumped the contents upon her bed, making sure none of her precious items were damaged.
A document fell out of the bag with a title that brought interest to Trixie’s eyes. She knew she was to get an edge in her act now.
Lulamoon’s spell’s of the ages By: Lulamoon the great
The two stallions started waking up and trixie fired another spell, keeping them under longer. (this time it was a sleep spell; and went to go look for some guards to help get rid of the trash.
********** Afterwards
Trixie was smiling deviously. The guards managed to find Maribel safe and sound, and the two ponies were arrested for so many charges Trixie couldn’t count them all. But that didn’t make her smile so broadly, it was the fact she had a book of a famous traveling unicorn.
She wanted to wait, though. Her door was smashed in and she needed a new room first. She didn’t want any dirty eavesdroppers finding out about the book, no doubt they would try and get their grubby little hooves on this book if any unicorn did catch wind of it.
That blue goo creature was having a wonderful time of staring at a bug that was flying around the room, just a regular old house fly. He soared and circled the room at a hyperactive pace, only stopping momentarily to wipe it’s tiny appendages together and throw up some. Eventually, the fly landed in front of the gelatin thing, and with it’s tiny stump of an appendage, it reached out and grabbed the fly. It’s legs were stuck in it’s appendages and it struggled to get away. The goo creature just giggled a youthful giggle as it watch the fly struggle. Eventually, the goo’s hold over the fly released and it flew out the door with as much vigor as it could.
Trixie got up and started a slow trot out the shattered door. She suddenly stopped and turn to the blue goo creature. “Trixie is allowing you ugly goo thing to come with her; she has to get a new room and Trixie doesn’t trust you near her things very much if she can help it.”
The blue goo just laughed a bit and started stumbling towards Trixie. It hugged her leg pronouncing “mama” with a sigh. It was short lived however, Trixie nudged the blue gelatin creature away and started again towards the stairs.
Once they got there, Trixie noticed the guards were still ‘interrogating’ Maribel. They seemed to just be finishing up so Trixie decided to wait it out rather than risk being arrested for something like disturbing the peace.
“-That’s all I know. They didn’t give me much, sirs.” Maribel responded, her voice still shaky. She was wrapped in a blanket just enough for it to hug her and when the two guards left, she held it a bit tighter.
Trixie saw her chance and stepped down and walked towards Maribel. She was a bit nervous seeing anypony right now and held the blanket just a tad bit tighter as Trixie neared.
Trixie spoke up, undeterred by the owners state. “Trixie’s room was smashed in by those hooligans, may I have a new room since this one is without privacy?”
Maribel nodded and gave a thin smile to Trixie before speaking up. “Y-yes darlin’ of course, the room across from yours is vacant, here’s the key. I would also like to have the key to that old room back too.”
They exchanged the keys and Trixie went back upstairs. She wasn’t in the mood for any idle chit chat, she had a book to read that will give her an advantage in her field of work. Trixie went back to her old room and started to pack all the items up and move them to the room across from the old one she had been staying at. It took about two hours in all to accomplish; It would have been much shorter if she had not made the blue goo do most of the work, but she had her own desires on her mind, a long fabled book that has only been rumored to exist. And it was hers.
Trixie laid on her bed, carefully setting the rare piece of reading material on the table next to it. She let herself succumb to the darkness of sleep that was always much needed, awaiting for
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Repercussions of the past
Destination 1: Parlour tricks and storybook tales
Destination 1: Parlour tricks and storybook tales part 3
It was just after ten in the morning. Birds were chirping happily and the guests of the inn buzzed about in their daily chores. Some leaving the inn and town for a new one, some endlessly staying in their seats in the bar, laughing and having a good time with friends. Some even helped Maribel get the repairs done for a cheaper price.
A crack of light slipped through the window and landed discreetly upon Trixie’s muzzle. She moved her muzzle instinctively left and right in rapid succession; magically trying to will the light off. It slowly moved north and landed directly onto her eyes, disturbing her of her once nice sleep.
She peeked her eyes open and groaned under the glare of the morning sun. Trixie rose from her sleeping position on her cot and turned to see the goo had gotten to sleeping in a ball like way on the floor. Shifting ever so slightly every few seconds to unconsciously get more comfortable.
She ignored it and let it sleep for now. She opened the book that laid next to her as she could now focus without worry of distractions or paranoid thought processes.
She read to herself,
‘boring, boring, illumination spell, boring, boring, spell to let Trixie turn someone into a manticore for a day hmmm, might be useful. Boring, boring, ooh, what’s this....’
Entry twelve,
I, Lulamoon Spellmoore, have just made a major discovery over the course of my short time traveling. After the last encounter with the village of Transiloof and my miraculous escape, I stumbled upon a new race of beings. Ones relatively new by the looks of it, I wonder what they evolved from. It’s so amazing, below is a drawing of one of the natives inside the forest area of the nearby village I escaped from.-
‘This-this cannot be, Trixie should say this is impossible. How can Lulamoon ever think creatures as vile as this thing to be....ugh, cute and useful.’
-The species seems almost alien in nature and resemble very little of any notable species in Equestria. It may be possible that an animal strictly found in the gryphon kingdom’s are what these originated from. I think I should call them a name befitting their selves as a whole. Yes, from here on out, they are the hyacintho resurrexit creatura. This is all that I have to note as of today.
Signed, Lulamoon Spellmoore
Trixie turned to the glob of goo, looking at the ‘hyacintho resurrexit creatura’ a bit more curiously. Thoughts zoomed past her head a mile a minute as it slowly started to awake from it’s comfortable slumber.
With a yawn that outdid the word, ‘cute’ it awoke. The blue goo carefully got up, rubbing its eyes and opened them, seemingly looking for something. When it’s head turned to Trixie, it stumbled over to her, stuttering, trying to say something.
“M..Mama m-me hungee.” It managed to say as it tugged on the blankets.
Trixie mumbled to herself, after about a minute, she sighed. She carefully placed the book down after marking her spot and got up from the cot she slept in.
*****Downstairs
It was far more busy today for Maribel. She and the other workers were going around tirelessly taking orders and giving food and beverages where needed. They picked up the paychecks in between the two tasks and it seemed to be endless for them.
Trixie took to a stool in a rather emptier part of the bar/inn, the blue goo stumbling close behind. She sat down with a drowsy ‘plof’ onto the creaky seat. She had a headache coming on after all the info from that book, that accursed thing.
Before she could mull things over too much, Maribel came by. “So what’ll you have darlin’?”
“Just give Trixie whatever, same for the goop.”
“You know darlin, I don’t think ya ever did give me that little fella’s name. What is it?”
“It doesn’t have one.” Trixie muttered something about not caring under her breath just inaudible of Maribel.
She chuckled and then spoke up. “Well darlin’ how about I name him? I mean if it’s okay with you, Trixie darlin’.”
Trixie just waved her hoof absentmindedly as she focused anywhere but on Maribel. The mare seemed to lose herself in thought for a moment, staring at the blue goo as it rocked back and forth on the table, seemingly chewing on it’s own arm. She then had a miraculous realization for a name for him. “Ah yes! How about Gelian? It’s simple, it’s cool, and it’s easy to pronounce.”
Trixie just waved her hoof dismissively and replied. “yes.”
“Alright darlin’, I’ll be back with your orders.” She left Trixie to her and Gelian’s selves. Trixie was pretty much playing with her hoof absent-mindedly while contemplating again on the entry she had just read about the new creature that was following her.
‘Ugh. Trixie should have ordered a drink to go along with it. Just what is so important about this ugly atrocity, Trixie shall never know. I still have to go to the mayor’s and get approved for a show so I can earn some bits...’
Trixie rejoined the world outside her head by the sound of Maribel placing their food down in front of them. Maribel was already off before Trixie could even respond, far too busy making sure everypony was taken care of. She stared at her meal grumbling and thinking about the same thing yet again. Gelian had decided to repeat his process of eating and just shoved his meal into him to be dissolved in a brilliant palette of color that came off of him. After a few seconds, it disappeared, never to be seen again in the now slightly pudgy goo of Gelian.
Trixie decided against dilly dallying and hurried to finish her meal, she had to go talk to the mayor and nothing would stop her.
********** A little while later in the mayors office
Mayor Mingle was looking through some papers, sometimes stamping them, other times writing side notes on them before placing them in a small group of bins located all around her. Papers were stacked high in each, some needing two piles due to the large amount. A small glass cup of liquor was placed just near the edge of the desk, far from the papers and any risk at losing the important documents. But it did pose a risk of falling off at any random time as a door slammed nearby.
Mingle was stressed from the large quantity of work that seemed to fly in today. It was almost as if the universe hated her right then and there. New documents allowing the schools to get some privilege were just finished being accepted by the mayor when her assistant opened the door slightly, announcing her appointment was here.
“Yes, send them in.” Mingle said absentmindedly as she put the last paper in the correct bin. “Also, later i’ll need these documents,” she pointed her hoof to the largest of the piles, “sent back to their originators, they have been denied.”
“Yes of course.” Her assistant said before he left back the way he came. The door opened now with a different pony on the other side, a rather old and husky stallion that walked as if he had suffered from severe arthritis not seconds ago. He had a greying coat that still shone a dying brown, his mane changed from a luscious purple to an unnatural white halfway down. His expression was that of a tired old man wanting only of solace in his final hours.
He spoke up with a rather raspy and warm voice. “Hello there, miss Mingle. It is a pleasure to have the privilege of speaking to you this fine morning.”
“Well you did schedule this appointment, it is only fair.”
The old stallion half laughed and half coughed to her light hearted humor before speaking up.“Yes well, I should make this quick. No need to make things any longer than they have to be.” He composed himself a bit during his pause and seemed to look for the right words.
“There is a bit of a problem with the crime rate in the neighborhood I specifically am a part of and humbly request that something be done about those hooligans that are damaging the property.”
“Yes I heard of that. It seems a mare in the inn near your neighborhood had been attacked by these hooligans. They were apprehended and taken into custody not some few hours ago, maybe eight or nine. One got away, though; everypony is saying how this is related to the hooligans and their damaging of property. The last one was captured just an hour ago I was told.” Mayor Mingle said with a warm smile.
“Yes that is good news, t-t-thank you! Thank you Miss Mingle! This information is a godsend to know of.”
“Oh don’t thank me, thank the mare that stopped them while they were stealing from her room.”
Just as they were talking, Mingle’s assistant opened the door and came into sight, he seemed nervous and smiled awkwardly towards her in an apologetic way.
“Uh, Mingle, it seems that the mare from yesterday is back. heh.” He laughed a bit in a way that signified he did not want to deal with the same headache as yesterday had given him.
Mingle just smiled at her assistant and said, “then by all means let her in. It seems, Mr. Mackley, that you can just thank her personally right now.”
The old stallion smiled broadly and turned to the door, expecting some kind of brave, heroic and very stoic mare that was humble on the other side.
........oh how wrong he was.
Repercussions of the past
A new challenge
A new challenge on the horizon
Trixie snored openly in her sleep; she had passed out reading the book and finding nothing but random gibberish about the Hyacintho Resurrexit Creatura and her stubborn attitude made her continue until she could take no more.
There was no rush, despite the fact Trixie’s rent officially ended at noon that day, which was about two and a half hours away, but she was far too deep in slumber or cared enough to notice.
A small clicking in the wood was heard, as it seemed a small mouse just crawled its way through a hole where a nail was once imbued on the decrepit wood which very much needed repair.
It scurried across the room to where Gelian laid sleeping. He raised his head slightly at the sound of the mouse nearby sniffing at the air for food. He couldn’t help but sit upright and giggle at the small creature scavenging for food.
Gelian raised his left appendage and playfully nudged the mouse, the small rodent jumped slightly and attempted to run back into the safety of its hole. This was thwarted by another appendage poking it’s head causing it to turn in the opposite direction and scurry that way.
Unfortunately, the mouse ended up on a straight path for the little blue blob Gelian, this caused it to run straight into his gelatin form, ripples forming around where he entered. The mouse managed to pull itself out of Gelian and get away this time, entering the little hole in the ground it called home, shivering in fear.
Trixie cracked her eyes open and yawned as she stretched herself out, slowly raising from the cot. She looked around the room with disinterested, groggy eyes. She turned and went over to the curtains and pulled them away with her magic. She cringed and put a hoof over her eyes to cover them from the painful morning light.
Her eyes fixed to the lighting and she looked out once more, then she realized what time it was.
She started rushing around and putting her things that were in the room into bags and other such things, looking around and snatching up whatever she was able to immediately discern as hers. After a while, the bag got full and she double checked to make sure she had gotten everything.
**********
After Trixie’s rush was halted by Maribel, whom informed her she could take her time, she was able to finish packing the things rather than just tossing them in a random bag. After loading up her cart, it was one in the afternoon by her rough estimate so she started hooking herself up to her stage wagon.
After a bit of a tussle with it, she managed to get it down and started heading for outside of town. Along the way ponies gave her a small smile as she passed by, news travelled fast in the small town it seemed. A few passing ponies stopped and thanked her or shook her hoof.
She was almost at the town’s edge when that same old stallion from the mayor’s office came into view. He came up to her and walked along spouting questions and thank you’s.
“So how did you do it? Was it easy stopping them? Were you scared? How ab-” Trixie stopped moving and put a hoof to his mouth, making him stop talking.
“Trixie does not have time for your bothersome questions, go away now.” Then she was off again, expecting the stallion to huff and mutter to himself before leaving. Much to her chagrin, something else less to her expectations happened. The stallion did mutter to himself a bit, but ultimately decided it best to catch up to her and continue talking.
“Sorry, uh, if i’m bothering you. The name’s Rusty Track, but everypony calls me ‘Ol Rusty.” He gave Trixie a small smile before speaking up, “so what is that uh, creature on your back, if I might be so rude as to ask a fine mare such as yourself?”
“Gelian.” She answered a tad annoyed.
“Ah,” he muttered before facing Gelian and giving him a smile. “A pleasure to meet you, Gelian.” He used one of his hoofs to pat the hyacintho on the head, which in turn caused Gelian to giggle.
Trixie was losing her patience with this ‘Ol Rusty.’ Why couldn’t he just leave and stop bothering her? She spoke up, “Trixie is sorry, but she must be leaving. She has a long journey to Moonshire and she should not waste the time dilly dallying.”
‘Ol Rusty looked to be digesting what the blue unicorn had said in his mind. After a dramatically long minute of waiting, he changed his facial expression and spoke up. “Well, if you’re in a hurry...” He paused again, “I-if you insist, sorry for bothering you, Miss Trixie. May you both have a safe journey.” He turned and trotted away, slightly disappointed.
Trixie resumed her journey, a bit cheerier now that the stallion had left her alone.
********** Location unknown
A pair of red eyes watched the hollow darkness with a sense of anger and knowledge, waiting for something. Those eyes kept their focus, not breaking its gaze to even blink, just staring, waiting. A slight breathing was heard, more of a panicked inhalation of air after a long sprint from a manticore. A pair of torches from either side of the dark room lit themselves and the place where the breathing was heard from was a stallion.
Those eyes watched in silent contemplation as the stallion caught his breath, once he did, the eyes didn’t give the stallion a chance to speak.
“So you have the gaul to visit again. What do you have you to say after your scouts failed in retrieving that which is mine?”
The stallion bowed in respect before standing back up and speaking, “Apologies sir, but it was an unexpected surprise, they got cocky and went to steal from another pony before coming to give you the book. It-”
“Enough.” He said. “Who has it?”
“A pony named Trixie, she had just left the town with the book in her possession. From what I can tell, she has been reading it.” The stallion said, a grimace prepared on his face for what was to come next.
A full minute passed as the eyes finally shut, allowing darkness to reign in where they once were. Finally the eyes reopened and, in a calm and sinister voice, the eyes responded: “You have one chance Rusty, do not fail me again.”
“Y-yes sire.” ‘Ol Rusty said before he turned and ran for the entrance to the strange home of those demonic and monstrous eyes.
The light from the torches snuffed themselves out as the voice behind those eyes spoke up again to itself. “Do not make me involve the shadow, you old fool. You are not as useful to me as you think.”
Repercussions of the past
Standing at the grave *Rewrite 11/19/12*
Standing at the grave *Rewrite 11/19/12*
Chapter 1; Standing at the grave
It was late in the day; clouds were obscuring most of the vibrant colors and made it hard to tell what was what, except for a small town out of the way near a dark forest. It was brightly lit and ponies were going about their business as usual.
Inside the town graveyard stood a blue unicorn. She was a very old one, the age of time being far less kind in its ever changing state to this one. She just stared at a slightly oversized gravestone with a smirk. Though whether this smirk was of joy, malice, or regret, it could not be discerned, maybe a bit of all three.
"So, now I can't have my rematch," she sighed. "The Great and Powerful Trixie is still greater than you, Sparkle. Trixie has even outlived you."
No response came. Everything was silent and Trixie was still smiling devilishly at the gravestone. "Sparkle thought she had ruined Trixie, but nothing had changed. Trixie is still the greatest."
"Trixie's only regret is that she could not show you that she is and always will be the greatest, Sparkle." The wind gently blew a few small leaves through the air, gingerly swaying it past the gravestone and out into the open sky.
Trixie felt her heart thump inside her chest more rapidly, her vision was dulling and waving around. She felt herself clutching at her chest as she began breathing heavily.
“W-what is happening...?” She heard herself say as she leaned on the gravestone for support. The weather decided to worsen and began raining a light drizzle. Things got brighter slightly but it had added a faint grey hue to everything.
Trixie fell to the ground, blacking out.
**********Thirty years ago**********
"You may have vanquished an Ursa minor, but you shall never have the amazing, show stopping ability of the great and powerful Trixie!" Trixie proclaimed as she galloped off, away from town.
She kept her pace until she gained a decent amount of distance between her and the town. "Damn. That's one less town of followers who shall see my greatness."
She went to the left into the thicket where a large amount of bushes were covering something up. "Good thing Trixie is smart enough to keep anything of value in her backup stage trailer.” Trixie grumbled angrily about the 'insufferable' ponies of ponyville as she moved her stage trailer out into the open.
"Maybe Hoofington will be more understanding of Trixie's Greatness." Trixie huffed as she continued dragging her stage trailer through the dusty road. She was so busy talking to herself that she failed to notice sounds coming from the bushes. She continued on, unaware of a faint blue glow in the underbrush. At least, not until she heard it make a strange noise.
“What was that?” Trixie turned her head left and right nervously as she tried to contemplate what had made such a strange noise. She had never heard it before and it made her that much more antsy to be in that forest.
She continued on again, this time at a slightly faster pace. She didn’t want to know what that noise was and she didn’t want to know what else there could be waiting so very close by.
The blue glow started to follow her at a slightly faster, but constant speed. The creature jiggled a bit as it kept its brisk pace to stay in step with Trixie from the bushes. It tripped on a stick, causing a similar reaction to overcome Trixie again.
This time Trixie turned to where she thought she heard the noise and shot a bolt of magic from her horn. The creature stopped from getting to its feet as Trixie watched the bolt of energy hit nothing but a tree with a now caved in trunk.
Thinking of this as a game, it giggled like a child having fun, or trying to get away from the tickle monster.
Trixie froze in place as soon as that giggle was uttered from the creature's throat. She started to look around confusedly. Her thoughts raced through her mind, ‘A baby?! What’s a foal doing in these dangerous woods?! What the heck is going on!’. She screamed questions like that in her head for a short while before she heard a cracking sound off in the same direction the laughter came from.
She turned just as the small blob jumped into her view, she screamed and fell onto her haunches in fear. The creature just ran up to her and hugged her foreleg tightly.
She had never seen a creature like this before and kept on screaming as she tried her hardest to remove the unsightly thing from her foreleg. She kept trying to cast spell after spell, but in her ludicrously over-reactive state, she failed to complete a single incantation. Her horn kept fizzling as each spell fell into nothingness. Eventually, she calmed down and realized that the creature was indeed not trying to kill her, but was just hugging her.
The creature uttered a word that stumped Trixie a great deal. The creature called out in a strange and echo-y voice: "Mama! Mama!"
A/N 11/19/12: so now that the rewrite is done, the ending in my head has changed drastically, this will be a bit more easier on me when the time comes.
Repercussions of the past
A Trix in the hoof is worth two in the show
A Trix in the hoof is worth two in the show
The stallion mercilessly thanked Trixie and she was utterly baffled that it unexpectedly happened to her. He was practically kissing the ground she walked on in thanks for something about hooligans and rapscallions or something but Trixie didn’t care enough to entirely listen. She was too busy trying to get a word in to the mayor.
“You’re welcome, the great and powerful Trixie would of course be the one capable of doing it. Now, if you will excuse Trixie, she has words to discuss with the mayor.” The elderly, and very weird stallion accepted her words and left the room in a hurry, spouting thank you’s all the way.
Once he was gone, Trixie turned to the mayor and coughed a bit in her hoof, composing her thoughts. “Trixie requires a showcase card allowing her an area to do her show during her stay here. Trixie hopes this is of no problem for the mayor to get Trixie such a card.”
“Fine. Yeah, here you go.” Mingle practically threw it at her as she saw her assistant bring in a stack of papers twice the size of the first one she got. She pretty much didn’t care and just wanted to get through the day in one piece. But, unfortunately for her, Trixie spoke up in her confusion.
“Uhm, just like that?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure? It is that easy for Trix-”
“Yes! Goodbye! Thanks for the visit.” Mayor Mingle just went back to her desk as her assistant left the room and Trixie just shrugged off the easy accomplishment.
After Trixie was practically tossed out, she grumbled a bit, it was really that easy? Was it not harder in Trottingham to get a decent license to go out and do a show? Whatever the reason, Trixie just shrugged it off without a care, small towns were relatively easier going on things like this.
********** The show
The stage was now set up. The great and powerful Trixie’s stage wagon was ready for use in the center of town within minutes. Onlookers watched as she had set it up but didn’t stay long, as usual. Now that everything was prepared, Trixie got her costume ready, the usual cloak she has hundreds of, the pointy hat that could only fit her in style she had at least ten of. She was ready. Ready to knock ‘em dead.
With a quick fireworks spell, she jumped onto stage with explosions erupting behind her in a marvelous show of entertainment. A secondary spell spelling out her name in the fireworks right above her.
“Hello Hoofington! I, the great and powerful Trixie! Has graced you with her presence.”
The crowd cheered with her entrance, grinning and wondering what she would do.
Trixie began regaling tale after tale of the same repetitive stories she had done. Tt always worked in wowing the crowds before Ponyville. She started with conveying the false battle with the manticores, then the hydra.
She made sure to add a lot more wow’s into the mix with over exaggerations of past encounters. Trixie had long since forgotten the actual memories, the over zealous stories taking hold of the once memories that fit in said places.
Once she finished her fifth story, Trixie began to retell of the event in Hoofington that happened. Overly exaggerated of course.
********** after the story
Trixie was grinning devilishly at the amount of money she was already gaining. A few ponies didn’t believe her words, but she knew just how to flush ‘em out.
“Trixie now proposes a challenge for you Hoofingtons! Anything you Hoofington ponies can do, Trixie can do better.”
A few in the back sorely huffed and silently made jokes about Trixie, so she called for them.
“I see we have some that doubt Trixie’s greatness. Would they be willing to challenge Trixie’s claims?”
A burly stallion, green as a blade of grass walked upto the stage, a smug grin of victory on his face. This stallion was a pegasi that seemed to be extremely cocky, he would pay for his brass behavior.
“Here’s what I got for you, ya dang harpie.” The stallion flew off into the sky creating a lump of clouds. He kicked and mashed at them and in a minute it was in the shape of Celestia, right down the the flowing mane and cutie mark.
The cheering of the crowd was in high spirits, but Trixie had no intention of letting herself lose. Within just a minute, she created spells that cut the cloud in half shortly before reforming it, two figures growing clear in the mesh of creation.
In about half a minute, the two figures were completed. A very detailed, and lifelike replica of the two princesses were there, but they both were colored the same as rainclouds. Unfortunately, for the unexpecting stallion, the two ‘cloud princesses’ flew above him and smashed together into one big cloud, before shocking the poor fellow with a few volts of electricity.
He crashed with a ‘thud’ unharmed by the sudden action, yet he grumbled in dismay and stomped off. Those that were there did not laugh at him, but merely cheered for Trixie as she smirked her signature smug smirk.
The next to come up was a unicorn, a tad older in comparison to the other, more cocky stallion. This one knew to expect the unexpected surprises Trixie had in store no matter what she did. So he did something simple in its nature, with a light of his horn, a spell was weaving itself into existence.
Something from the stallion’s pack caused the entire carrying case to light up the same color, he carefully lifted out what looked to be a crystal. The crystal seemed to shine every color of the rainbow and more. He suddenly caused the crystal to shatter and spin around him, giving him a shimmering and colorful look. After that, he miraculously put it back together in a different shape and placed it on his head like a hat.
The crowd once again stomped in glee and cheered for the challenger. Trixie just huffed in boredom as she started using a spell she had (metaphorically) up her sleeve.
Her entire self started glowing instead of just her horn and the audience watched with awe as she started to get shiny, her coat seeming to gain a glossy texture. With a shock of amazing proportions, her coat changed to seemingly look like the color of rainbows, glowing as it covered her body in spots that formed together.
After she finished her transformation, the crowd cheered as her mane gained a fancy look to it, her coat the color of a rainbow as it shimmered and faintly glowed reflecting off even the non reflective surfaces. The crowd cheered and roared and it almost seemed like a small earthquake was happening. The stallion grumbled as he left the stage, bitter at his loss.
“The great and powerful Trixie asks once again! Is there anymore doubts or those who would question Trixie!?” She yelled, none spoke up, or if they did they weren’t heard over the roaring crowd.
********** after the show
Trixie carried a small bucket that was filled to the brim with coins that were paid for the show by the sizeable crowd.
She was ecstatic at the amount of monetary gain she got, she already had well enough to buy another of those trailers, whatever they were called, and she couldn’t care less about any other problems. She was practically hopping as she headed for her temporary home at the inn, a cheery tune threatening to whistle out of the cracks of her smile.
She entered the inn to the cheery voice of Maribel. “Well, howdy to ya darlin’. You’re in a mighty good mood it seems, what’s the occasion?”
“Trixie has managed to earn enough to replace all her damaged items! It’s such a wonderful day for her. I -” Trixie stopped herself, she mentally hit herself. Hard. She didn’t converse with anypony in such a cheery way, and she didn’t want to start now.
“Trixie is just in a good mood. Can’t she be cheery?” Trixie raised her nose up in the air.
Maribel just rolled her eyes as she went back to cleaning empty cups and plates.
Trixie went up the stairs with a bit of vigor as she made sure not to let any oddball bits drop. Again, she thought back about how stupid ponies were and how willing they were to give up their bits to a showmare, but she also knew how an amount of bits like this would blow by with all the repairs she had ahead of her and the consumption of time with the new ‘thing’ that followed her.
She laughed to herself. It was like a pet, following her around like it did, her child and her pet at the same time. Simply ridiculous and laughable!
Trixie stopped before she got to her door. Did she really call that thing her child?! She shook her head and mentally hit herself again as she remembered it was just some weird creature that survived by living with other creatures that could and would protect them.
She then heard a familiar sound behind her, that little slimeball was so quiet it was almost uncharacteristic. He hugged her and tried to climb up her hind leg to her back when Trixie kicked him off again.
It stuttered an almost sleepy response. “M-mmama, me tired.”
Trixie rolled her eyes and used her magic to open the wood door that separated her from her nice, warm cot. She laid the thing of golden coins in a rather shady corner where it would pass as a simple trash bin.
The azure unicorn laid in her cot. She nearly forgot about the book she had found. It laid in the same position as she left it on the table next to her bedding.
Shrugging, she took it up and read more into Gelian’s people. If not to at least know more about the annoying bundle of goo. Which, by the way, started to roll up into a ball on the ground.
