Trixie`s Lament · 3:16am Apr 5th, 2012
I`ve had quite enough of this. Quite enough indeed. You are quick to place the blame, quick to cry havoc. But had you tallied the costs, farmer?
I`ve came to this town to sell entertainment, to make a fool out of myself for a hoofful of bits. And yes, I did so - I`ve spun the stories and I`ve made the challenges, I`ve been ridiculous and grandiose, I`ve given all ponies something to talk and laugh about. I`ve given all of you my best shot.
At night, a monster comes. One I`ve never been aware of, nor expected it to be so close to the village. I`ve had no power to summon it, no insight to know it`s there, no knowledge of it`s habits and forms, of nature and existence. Children woke it and brought it into town, awed by my ridiculous story. But I am no magician. The extent of my power is simple illusions and parlor tricks, smoke and mirrors. If I ever commanded powers more formidable, would I ever be performing on the streets? Yet, I did my best to stave off the Ursa. In the end, all that I was capable of was to stall it - a feat that left me exhausted, and still was not enough, even despite the fact I`ve sacrificed my home to hold it occupied a minute longer.
And then, the cavalry arrived. A unicorn who`s power I can`t even begin to approach, a personal student of Celestia herself. Oh, of course she had the power to stop the monster. If only she`s been there a minute earlier. But what is done - it is done. Ursa is put back to sleep, and the whole of town had suffered nothing but a few minutes of fright. No such luck for me - homeless, exhausted and scared out of my wits. I admit, it was not the brightest hour for me, and I`ve lashed out in sheer frustration, running away into the forest. An action that cost me so much more.
It`s been... rough in the forest. But I managed to get out. Wounded, starved, exhausted... I made out at last. And so, here I am, here I stand before you, at a party that is not mine, where I am but an uninvited guest. Bandaged from stem to stern, beaten, humiliated and impoverished, deprived of my home, of my dignity, of my mane and tail... Tell me, farmer, what do I have still that you can take?
My life, perhaps? It`s true, that`s the only possession I still have. It`s been used, this life. It`s been well worn and broken in, stitched together and tattered around the edges, hardly worth more then a hoofful of bits. Yet, that`s all I`ve left. So tell me, farmer, tell me in all honesty. Do you want it? Do you want to take it as well? There`s the cake, there`s the knife. If you want it, come and take it, and I won`t resist. And call it even.
My goodness, this is a fine bit of literature. It's so true, so well-said.
And it reminds me of certain things. Most especially that in my preferred turn of events, anyone wanting to hurt Trixie would have to get through Gilda first.
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Huh. I so didn`t expect the response to that. Let alone so quickly.
That was actually a flight of whimsy writing borne out of insomnia in response to this.
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/5764/5
I`ve thought that Trixie turned tail way too easily in her confrontation with Applejack. So I thought about alternative. About Trixie actually rebuffing the words. I`ve thought about what she could say.... and this little rant was written.
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'Kindness' Reward.' My favorite Trixie ship story. If Trixie had said this instead of running out the party, it would have been a totally different story. Longer too.
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Quite so, yes.