//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: Trixie's Best Spell // by Hasashimi //------------------------------// Chapter 2 “Don’t blow my cover!” “I cannot believe I am doing this!” Trixie mumbled, “I have to practically be a different pony simply to walk into a town to get some products!” Trixie carried some hair dye bottles with her magic in random assorted order. “Now let’s see…” Trixie poked her hoof at random colors in order to find the perfect two colors to dye her mane, “Aha! Red and pink are perfect colors!” She applied it to her mane in despair, making disturbed faces every time she felt the good touch her scalp. An hour later, she looked in the mirror. “It’ll come off with some other spell.” Trixie said trying to calm herself. Now I need to paint myself red. “This will be much easier,” She thought, “It can’t be any more difficult than applying dye carefully to each strand of my mane with highlights.” After her terrible experience with trying to jump into a bathtub full of red paint, she decided to simply do it manually, covering her real cutie mark along the way. “Hmm… I do know a few fire spells,” She thought to herself, “I’ll simply have a fire cutie mark.” Drawing it was harder than she thought. Trixie had to redo it a few times with the paint since magic would never make it last long enough. After half an hour or so, she finally got the “Real Cutie Mark” look. “I am complete!” She shouted, “Now for the hard part… actually stepping into the town.” She decided to stall time and actually get a list and saddlebag. As she wrote the list she thought to herself, “Ugh, I’m becoming that purple unicorn.” Trixie had finally gotten enough courage to walk outside her door and walk a few steps. “Trixie you are being a fool!” She thought, “I am fully disguised! No one will see through my clever colors.” After walking for about 5 minutes, she had realized how slow it was without her trailer bringing her everywhere. Trixie arrived to the destination. With thoughts of turning back in her head, she proceeds. She recognized some “neighsayers” and luckily, they didn’t recognize her. She trotted through the town trying not to hold her head high in pride and accidently have somepony recognize that pose. “My, my,” Trixie thought, “I guess my disguise is pretty good.” Her eyes had wandered to various stores that she never got a chance to even see at her last visit in Ponyville. After all, she was only there to put on a show. “Now let’s see… I think the-“ She was interrupted by a random passing pony. “Hey there!” The random mare said, “I haven’t seen you around before. Do you need any help?” Trixie tried to lower her head to keep from having eye contact. Through her peripheral vision, she saw a pink coat with a curly pink mane. She remembered that this pony’s name was “Pinkie Pie” and apparently held the greatest parties in all of Equestria, even greater than the Grand Gala. Trixie coughed a bit to keep her from saying “I am The Great and Powerful Trixie!” “Well,” Trixie coughed a bit to change her voice, “I’m looking for a shop for magic ingredients…do you knows where that is?” Pinkie Pie looked at her with great confusion. “I don’t really know where that is,” the pink pony said giddily, “but I do know who does!” “Really?” Trixie replied, “Could you show me that pony?” Pinkie Pie looked more than happy to lead the way. She spoke the whole time about how great this so called place “Sugarcube Corner” was. “And here’s her house!” It seemed like forever until they would arrive. The giant tree standing before Trixie seemed to have been an actual house. There were some windows on the side and a balcony protruded out of a branch. In some of the windows I could see some shelves filled with books and two beds sat behind the windows on the higher levels. This was probably a library. The pink pony jumped in front of me, knocking me out of the state of awe Trixie was in, and banged her head on the door a few times. A familiar voice sounded, “Coming!” A purple mare opened the door with her magic. She had a purple mane with pink streaks running through it. Twilight Sparkle. “Hey Pinkie Pie!” Twilight Sparkle said joyfully, “And who is this here?” Trixie wanted to scream in her face that she wanted no help from a pony like her but she decided to just keep quiet since Twilight knew where this store was. “I- I..” Trixie began to speak, “I’m Flarea…” Twilight just stood there shuffling names through her mind. “Nope never heard of you!” She finally replied, “I suppose you need something if you are here and I don’t know who you are.” “Yeah Twi!” Pinkie Pie had answered for Trixie, “Flarea needs to find the store with various potions for her “Magical Powers!” Pinkie Pie made ghostly noises. “Ah!” Twilight replied, “I see Flarea, allow me to lead the way. Pinkie Pie, you better go back to Sugarcube Corner. Mr. and Mrs. Cake called me to ask if I saw you. They apparently had a problem with “too many cupcakes.” Pinkie’s face lit up when she said this, “Oh boy! Extra snacks for Pinkie!” The pink mare bounced away quickly leaving a trail of confusion for Flarea and Twilight to pick up on. “Now err, Flarea,” Twilight said, “What kind of magical items would you need?” Trixie felt like she could explode. She was getting help from this annoying, big-headed bookworm. Flarea replied slowly, “Well Twilight, I need items to help me with fabrication magic.” Twilight was confused. “Uhh… but wouldn’t you need items in fire magic?” She asked. Trixie had never thought of that but had to come up with a quick response. “Well, it’s simply a new kind of magic I’m trying.” Twilight finally understood and let her go. Twilight led the way while rambling on and on about some sort of other magic store that Trixie had no interest in. Trixie was saved when they reached the shop. She couldn’t hear anymore of Twilight’s voice or she would completely burst. The store was called “Fabrication, Fabrication” and obviously was different from all the stores down the road. It wasn’t very big, more like an average two-story house. It was like a cartoon house you find in TV shows. The outside was painted yellow and the roof was a light red. Some climbing ivy grew around the house leaving a spooky feeling to such a joyful store. Then to complete the store, two small windows were beside the door. “Now Flarea,” Twilight interrupted Trixie’s daze, “You’re the second pony that I have seen using fabrication magic. The first was Trixie when she had run away.” “Oh, uhm really?” Trixie tried to hide her face, “that’s… nice.” Big Mac walked out the small store holding a bag full of random magical items. “Oh Big Mac,” Twilight exclaimed, “What are you doing here?” “Howdy Twilight,” Big Mac replied, “Apple Bloom wanted something else to do while trying to get her cutie mark, she decided to try magic.” Oh great, that giant big red monster was here and he was looking right at Trixie. “Howdy Trixie,” Big Mac walked casually by her, “I didn’t know you would be here.” “Big Macintosh,” Twilight asked with a hint of confusion, “This isn’t Trixie, her name is Flarea.” Big Macintosh wasn’t convinced. “Nope Twi,” Big Mac replied, “This here gal is Trixie. Ah ain’t crazy or nottin, I just speaking the truth and my eyes ain’t blind either. This is just Trixie in her weird disguise.” Trixie’s face turned bright red. That idiot, she thought, how the hell could he see through her clever costume? “I must say I have never seen you before,” Trixie said, “Are you sure you are not mistaking me for somepony else?” “ Trixie,” Big Mac started to raise his voice, “ Ah know that’s you. Ah recognize that voice and that hair. You ain’t foolin’ nopony like me.” Trixie wanted to break free and just go all out on him for revealing this but she had decided to keep it in longer. “I’m sorry sir,” Trixie tried to get away, “but I’m pretty sure I have never met any colt like you. I live far away from Ponyville and I’m just visiting for now, I doubt you would know who I am.” Big Mac’s expression didn’t change, he knew well enough that Trixie was lying. “Now now Big Macintosh,” Twilight had tried to defend Trixie, “I think you might be mistaken… this here isn’t Trixie at all. She’s simply a visitor. And besides she-“ “Twilight,” Big Mac interrupted, “Ah’m not no crazy pony and ah know that pony there is Trixie whether you believe it or not. You know what? Ah’ll prove it. Trixie, I bet every pony in Ponyville has better magic than you.” “Fine then,” Trixie couldn’t handle it anymore, “You may have gotten through my scheme this time but mark my words! Trixie shall return! How dare you blow my cover?!” Ponies surrounding the scene started mumbling and whispering about how she had returned. Trixie’s face was flustered and she wanted to run away and be a coward like last time. No, she thought, I will stay and walk in pride. “Hey look!” a random pony from the crowd yelled out, “It’s Trixie! That one pony that couldn’t even beat an Ursa Minor! The weak unicorn without any magical ability at all!” This had made Trixie’s heart shatter. Is that how I’m represented here, she thought, is that what everypony thinks of me? Trixie collapsed in the middle of the crowd. She wanted to run away and never come back. “I’ll become stronger! Just you neighsayers watch!” Trixie ran. She wanted to leave and never show her face again. She never thought that terms like weak could break her down like that. She finally made into her home. Trixie slammed the door behind her and started to cry. I know what to do, Trixie thought, I’ll work on magic and put on a show they’ll never be able to forget. Trixie’s tears become a devious smile. Ponyville will fall in my reign, she thought, one year Ponyville, just one.