Trixie awoke with a slight start as the sun began to rest on her side of the truck; trundling down what was now a two-lane highway with snow on each side of the road. On the doghouse* sat three styrofoam containers, two of which were empty; Trixie's stomach began to rumble as Mitchum noticed her waking up.

"Good Morning Sunshine! Or should I say good afternoon? It's eleven 'till two after a-actually it's ten 'till now." Trixie blushed as her stomach grumbled once more, much to her chagrin and to the amusement of the trucker and his daughter on the top bunk. "I figured you might get hungry once you woke up, so I stopped and got us all some food. I hope you 'ponies' like fish 'cause I ain't stopping for a good while." Trixie eyed the container as she opened it to observe the contents; inside was a large grilled piece of salmon, rice and coleslaw. The magician (magicianette?) smiles slightly as she was handed a fork.

"Trixie must admit that she does enjoy a good fish; however it has been a good while since she's had salmon." This caught Mitchum's attention as Trixie continued to explain."Trixie has traveled far and across much of Equestria; from Saddle Arabia to the deepest gorges in the remnants of the old Griffin Kingdoms. Trixie has perused a variety of dishes. Tell me, Mr. Cypress; what specialties does your world have?" Trixie began to munch semi-elegantly on her food as Mitchum stared at the road, pondering her question.

"It all depends on where you're from. I'm not sure how it works wherever your from, but our country alone has enough combined culture for several nations; Southerners have soul food and we deep fry everything to the point that it's surprising we ain't had heart attacks yet." The magician looked intrigued as Mitchum continued on. "The North usually makes good jerked meat and freshwater fish; the East Coast is damn-I mean dang good at ocean seafood and Indian cuisine" Trixie wondered why Mitchum cut himself off earlier until she saw him look back to his daughter.

Trixie looked to the rear as she remembered a child was still on board. No curses around her? A good attempt at least. Mitchum continued on about the midwest, it's love for cheese and how the West Coast is an insufferable child that can't cook for its life. Trixie noticed a book on the doghouse crammed to the brim with maps of the area.

"If you don't mind her asking; Trixie is wondering what an...atlas? Is..." Mitchum was confused by the blue-haired entertainers grammar but ignored it anyway.

"An atlas? It's a book full of maps for the continent; The U.S, Canada and Mexico are all in there with highlights for all the major cities across the bo-WHAT IN THE YANKEE DOODLE HELL?!" Trixie was confused until she looked towards the windshield; they were flying into the air as a light blue aura surrounded the truck and its trailer. Mitchum was shocked beyond all comprehension as he began to recite three Hail Marys, Psalms and an Islamic Salat he had learned off the internet.

A cropduster flew on a northbound wind as the pilot went to get the planes routine check-up in the next town over; an eerie sight awaited him as he stared at a semi-tractor seemingly flying up from the road towards the sky. The eyes of the truck driver and pilot briefly met as the trucker gave a nervous wave...

The pilot waved back as he made his way across the cloudless sky; holding this memory in his heart until it would eventually burn a hole through it.

Tamiya was having the time of her life as she stared out of the front windshield from the top bunk; it seemed Trixie really was a magician and she took pride in her doubtful father being proven wrong. The excitement began to die down as Trixie somehow managed to guide the truck back onto the ground; Tamiya groaned as she shambled down to the lower bunk.

"C'mooooooonnnn! Let's do that again. I wanna fly!" Trixie giggled as she noticed the shade of blue emanating from her hands once again. The magician shaped them into fists as Mitchum laughed nervously; the magician yelled out the window as loud as she could while the resident truck driver profusely began to sweat, fearing the inevitable.

"TRIXIE HAS REGAINED HER POWERS! SHE WILL NOT BE BROUGHT DOWN BY THIS NEW BODY...SHE WILL PREVAIL!" Mitchum groaned as the former pony was enthralled in her minor victory; he begun to think that bringing her along was not the best idea.

Who am I kidding? This is probably the most excitement that Tamiya has had out here for a long time. Mitchum thought to himself as he realized the truck was almost towards the end of its journey. The trucker gave a small smile as he hoped the magician would hopefully find some form of help in Bismarck; they passed by Lincoln as well as the airport, just in time for the planes to fly in. Trixie looked on in curious excitement as she watch the massive jets fly overhead.

"We...don't have anything like that in Equestria." Mitchum chuckled as Trixie opened up with a bit of her homes history. "I mean, we've only been manufacturing horseless carriages since several years ago; even now they're still too expensive for the average pony to afford."

"Don't worry Trix, your Model T will come eventually. A car for the average man as they said. Those things in the air? They're called 'jets', they carry people across the country; have been since the jet engine was built almost eighty years ago."

"Trixie recalls a 'faster-than-rainboom' amalgamation; but the very idea of it was shot down since pegasi can fly...Shot. Down...get it?" Trixie laughed at her own joke as the trio continued onwards towards Mitchums destination; unaware that something life-changing was on a collision course with their vehicle. The sky darkened as the truck continued on its path. A bright light filled the trios vision as day soon became night; the city they entered into became forested woodlands and pavement beneath them turned to dirt.

Shapes of the trio began to reform into something different; though blurred as his vision could be, Mitchum noticed the feeling of claws in the place of his hands and a blotch of blue fur to his right. With the drop of the truck being as light as possible; the three passengers fell unconscious just from the shock and change of scenery alone.

-Around the same time as the cropdusting incident.

Somewhere in the halls of a glistening castle on the edge of a small town sat a tiny purple unicorn with lavender hair and a terrible diagnosis of obsessive compulsive disorder; sitting at her desk and surrounded by numerous papers and scrolls, this pony had been trying to uncover a deep-seated mystery plaguing her for hours on end. The afternoon was coming to a close and the sun began its dip towards the horizon; courtesy of the push and pull of the possessor of its power.

Out from one the adjacent hallways came several other technicolor ponies of various distinguishabilities. A unicorn with fur whiter than silk; two mares, orange and pink with neither wings nor a horn, meandered into the study. From a window flew a dash of colors and spectrums all in one package, finally came a yellow coat adorned with salmon-coloured hair shyly sneaking in the back of the small crowd.

"Twilight, darling. You've been pouring over the entire library all night, as much as we understand your commitment to bringing Trixie back; you must understand that your own well-being must have first priority." The marshmallow mare spoke delicately, as to not make her friends temper and frustration rise any higher than they already are.

"Rare is right, Twi." The orange mare, wearing an adorable stetson upon her head, spoke up next. "Your magic might become...unstable if'n you don't get the proper rest. I know I wouldn't be able to maintain the apple orchards if I didn't get my fourty winks. How about we help you fr-GAH!" The orange mare was supplanted by the energetic pink pony now staring into her eyes.

"You misspelled forty, Applejack! Do you know what happens if you misspell a word? The Word Reich reaches out from the great unknown to insult you and to sing songs about a flower named Erica and-" The hyperactive cotton candy pone was silenced as a cyan hoof was shoved into her mouth, the hoofs owner promptly speaking next.

"I think what we're trying to say is that you need sleep. Lots of it; do you even know where spike is?" The purple unicorn, her wings now visible, looked to the group with drooped eyes and a tired smile as she glanced at a piece of parchment flattened on a nearby desk.

"Of course I know where Spike went; he's...off on an adventure with...Seafood....dinner-Oh! Seymour Skinner. He's in the Crystal Empire With Headlights Dimmer...I mean Starlight Glimmer." Twilight looked proud of herself as she began to remember where her number one assistant went off to. No one else looked convinced.

"Twi." The orange mare "Take a look at yourself; your hooves are sweaty, knees are weak and your shoulders look heavy."

"Alright! I get it, I really look tired and overworked...but I need to bring Trixie back." Twilight looked around in tired amusement as six stomachs in the rooms grumbled. "I'm hungry right now though, anypony else want some spaghetti I fixed for lunch?"

Before the cluster left; Twilight took a look at a page for one last time tonight before it hit her. She was looking at the right spellbook for the wrong reason. With renewed vigor; she found the perfect solution, a pathfinder spell that would be cast to detect Trixies magical aura and bring her within a safe distance to the town of Ponyville. Twilights friends looked on in awe as a large cloud of purple and lavender energy darted across the dusk-lit sky.

Author's Note

That's it on the second chapter and the start of this story. Lay it on me regarding how good or bad you think this story will be.

*A doghouse is the center console in a cabover truck; more often than not it houses the top section of the engine