Author's Note
Greetings my dear reader for the first attempt of what would be hopefully many stabs of the MLP fanfiction. And a special Thanks to Drhoz for his blessing to write this and helping to edit. Please read his works its amazing.
Dixerat mihi
How long has she been in this cell? How many seconds, minutes, hours, years, decades, centuries was she in this dreaded cell? Four days? Yes, YES, it has been four days since the Princess has sent the Great and Powerful Trixie to this cell to rot forever, ever since the Princesses had said her state of mind was “fractured”. Ha, what fools! Trixie is certain that her sanity is completely normal, it was the Princesses that were insane. How can they not praise her instead? She made the Trees move! She did the impossible, and gave a spectacular show to Canterlot, a show that upstaged the eclipse! She was the greatest showmare known to Ponykind, she mastered the language of that odd old eldritch book, that’s how she did it. Yes, yes some ponies might have been scared and she did some property damage, but all of it justified - to prove to those troglodytes that Trixie was Great and Powerful! But now she is stuck here, in this cramped cell lying on the padded floor, padded floors and padded walls, floors and walls waiting until she truly goes mad or the Princesses finally come to their senses. Then she'll sh-. Her thoughts cut off - she could hear footsteps heading to her door, then silence.
"......"
".Tr....ixiie"
Hmmmm what's that? She could have sworn she heard her name being called. Maybe... it was one of the Princesses finally going to let her out. Yes, that's it!
"Princess! I gladly accept your apology and your offer for freedom!"
She smiles, forelegs wide open, she could hear the cell door open... yet there was no pony there. Maybe... they had a head start... yes... that's right. They went on ahead and will greet Trixie when she gets to the exit. With that comforting thought she walks to the exit of her cell. Only to trip and fall face first into the water-soaked floor. Strange? Perhaps a water leak, yes it has to be a simple water leak. She gets up, goes on, on to the damp wet sodden hallway, passing the doors, closed doors on empty cells. Odd. Strange. Wrong. She would have sworn there were other ponies locked up here, more deserving of imprisonment than her of course. Yet she continues on, the lack of ponies in an area that should have ponies not disturbing her, not letting it disturb her. Some sort of holiday - or perhaps the staff had let the other patients go. Yet there was still the feeling in the back of her mind, the same feeling when she witnessed those trees walk. She shook those thoughts away, she had finally made it to the stairway, or where the stairway should be, only there is no stairway but a single padded door... She frowns, this is wrong... wrong wrong WRONG! Wheels to try to find another exit, Trixie's eyes widen, seeing only that the hallway has vanished and in its stead her padded cell. How can this be? It is physically impossible for it to be so, after all she cannot have traveled this long, this far, only to be in the same place, same room, some cell where she was placed.
She tries to open the cell door, and to her surprise it does. Before her was the same hallway... more flooded with water, the other doors rusted and encrusted, black coral of all things growing on the sill. Despite this … oddity, she continues to her destination, the stairway. And is greeted again by her padded door, and her cell around her. Is she going mad? No.. no... there has to be a logical explanation. A dream yes a dream, she is in a dream it has to be the explanation, and yet her hoof has touched the flooded hallway floor, she felt the water... a very realistic dream. Just a dream. She'll be awakened, or saved by Princess Luna, she just has to wait. Or continue on till then. With that comfort in mind, she opens the door again, only to be greeted by a more flooded hallway, the water past her fetlocks, halfway to her knees. She continues on, and continues on, ignores the growing corals that grow to barricade each cell door. This is a dream she just needs to get through it. And continue on. And again she is met with her cell door. And on, until the water on the flood is at her neck. The salt scent of the water is filling her nostrils. Why isn't she awakening from this nightmare? Where is Princess Luna to save her? Is this her punishment? Please.... she needs help... anyone?
"....."
She opens the door again, expecting the same hallway, the growing flood, the rugose walls... Only this time before Trixie's eyes is not the asylum's flooded hallway but a cave tunnel of coral and seaweed with a single light at the end. She surges towards revelation, the water up to her mouth, she needs to move, to escape to the light. The coral's sharp edges cutting her hide, the water half-drowning her, all focus on the light. At last the mouth of the tunnel surrounds her, lets her through, she has finally made past the cave exit.
She is greeted by higher land, less flooded than the tunnel, the outline of a city in the distance, but above two lights shine feebly in the swirling cloudy skies. Two lights... two suns. Trixie tries to slap herself awake, yet as the hoof makes contact, she feels pain. No no no no NO, this has to be a dream! She isn't in a foriegn land, with no signs of familiarity. Again she slaps herself and again stinging pain is her reward. She tries again, harder and again and again and again and again. Stops only when she feels blood on her hoof, from the self-induced abuse. She isn't dreaming, this is real, this whole experience is real, and the tunnel is gone, and she is stuck here.
"Hehehehe, Trixie is stuck here, hehehe"
She didn't notice herself laughing, and didn't know what was so funny about it. And yet she continues to laugh as she stares up into the swirling sky.
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Nurse Care Mind paced the round of her patients, many of them newly admitted after the "Terror in Canterlot" incident. Poor dears, they had seen things that could break the mind of any pony, or so she’d heard. Medication and therapy sessions would help heal good as new, she was sure. She smiled at that thought, as unlocked the room belonging to the blue unicorn that started it all.
She wasn’t there.
Instead, a single, black, coral-like stone glistened darkly in the middle of the room.
