Dear Mister Soarin’.
I’m sorry for running away like I did. I really hope you don’t take it personal but I didn’t’ run away because of you. I can’t say why but understand I would have loved to stay if I could, but I couldn’t. Too much happened already and I had to get away.
It says on the sender address I sent this from Hoofington, but by the time you read this I’m long gone. I know you have a new job and all so please don’t look for me either. It’s better that you concentrate on the Wonderbolts than a random filly like me. It seems weird, but I have someone to take care of me so I’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry.
I would like if you didn’t forward this to the guard either. Not because of me, but I’m sure you already are under their supervision from knowing me. If you aren’t giving them this letter surely will give you more problems. So for your own sake please keep this to yourself. It’s the only favor I’ll ever ask of you.
On a closing note, I hope I remembered your address right. I only read it a few times before I lost the newspaper you gave me. Sorry about that too. But assuming this got forwarded to the right place, and that you don’t mind me writing letter to you of my progress the paper is enchanted. I left the bottom half blank, so if you don’t mind getting more letters and the letter got to you please tear the paper in half and write Yes/No on it. Afterwards just burn it and I should get it.
With apologies
Trixie
“Child, do you really believe he will respond? It sounds like you didn’t leave the best of impressions to him, am I wrong?”
Trixie looked thoughtful at that. “I don’t know, but I hope so. It doesn’t hurt to try, at the very least.”
“Of course not child, now shall we start your training?”
Dear Mister Soarin’.
Thank you for your response. I’m sorry it took so long to respond to you, but we were nowhere near a post office before now. I hope you didn’t think I forgot you, because I didn’t. I hop life is treating you well, now that you’re in the Wonderbolts and all. I guess I’m not your only fan anymore am I? I don’t even know if you even will find this one among your other letters, but I hope you do. I guess if you’re reading this you did, so thank you for reading my letter.
I’m rambling aren’t I? The pony that’s looking after me say I ramble too much, and I guess I do. Speaking of her, she asked me not to name her in these letters to you. I guess she doesn’t trust you not to give them to the guard so they can find you. We’re also leaving town after I leave this at the post office for you, another safety measure I’m sure.
She’s a great teacher though. Not as good as my old one but great in a different way. I learn so much every lesson, both about magic, travelling and mysteries in general. I can’t believe how large the world is outside of our Equestria.
I’m running out of paper to write on, so I guess I have to go soon. Don’t know when, but I hope your life treats you as well as mine does until next time.
Sincerely
Trixie
Dear Soarin’.
Do you know what day it is today? It’s out one year anniversary. One year ago on the day you get this we met. I bet you didn’t even remember it, with all your obligations and the pressure they put on you. Most likely you waited for the one year in the Wonderbolts next week, so I guess it’s fine. They’re around the same time anyway.
I’m sorry that I haven’t sent any letters recently, but I thought you wouldn’t mind getting them less frequently now that you have so much fan-mail to read already. I’m sorry if that’s the wrong assumption of me.
I want to thank you as well. I saw the last missing poster get taken down several months ago, and I haven’t seen one since. That I haven’t had to hide as much really makes everything more enjoyable for me, and I hope they didn’t bug you too much about it before letting go.
There was something else, but I can’t remember Oh, Oh! I got my cutie mark too. I guess it’s old news now, but it was a few months ago. We had this intriguing lesson in illusions and the different kinds. I tried out some old spells from a spell book I found in a shelf, and I got it. Not the most exciting tale, but it’s mine, so it’s fine. I bet most ponies say so about theirs.
With joy
Trixie
Sighing, Trixie looked down at the letter in front of her. “I wish I could just tell the truth, but I can’t. Not ever.”
“Remind me child, didn’t you just last week hide from the guards once again searching for you?”
Turning her head around, Trixie looked at her companion and teacher before responding. “I know I know, Mystery. It just doesn’t feel right to burden him with things he can’t do anything about anyway.”
“Very well then, now that you’re ready shall we depart?”
Dear Soarin’.
I know it’s been a long time since last time, but I spent the last year abroad. We travelled through the Zebra country and even to the Gryphons. They live so different to us, it’s amazing. I wish I could stay longer but we have to keep moving. My teacher say its due time I get a diploma from some school she knows.
Apparently I can just register for the tests on their own instead of taking the entire courses. I hope can pass them with nothing but her help. Not that I’m complaining, she’s great. I just hope it’ll be enough. After that next letter probably won’t be for a while again. I’ll try to write one directly after I get the results but chances are some are still looking for us so we have to leave shortly after.
Nervously
Trixie
Dear Soarin’.
Guess you figured I never got that letter away didn’t you? We had to leave sooner than I anticipated so I couldn’t write you my results. Well, you get them now instead. I passed, isn’t it great?
I had a perfect score, even after the guards told me I had the wrong room. Apparently there was a beginner’s level and an intermediate level, and I took the latter one with ponies’ way older than me. My teacher was proud of me.
Enough about that, I saw your performance in Manehattan last year. I never paid for a ticket but the hills overlooking the stadium are great to sneak a peek from. You should really tell them to do something about it, or soon everypony is there instead. I don’t think you saw me, we were a bit out of sight under all those trees.
You looked great by the way, really smooth up there in the air.
Your fan
Trixie
“Okay, letter done. Can we go back to the illusions now?”
“What is it with you and illusion child? Are you that sure illusions are your answer to everything?”
“I told you I still haven’t decided yet. But if I do this can’t be done without them, it’s too dangerous.”
Dear Soarin’
This might be one of my last letters to you. I know they haven’t been the most frequent, but I really hope you have liked to read them all. At least the first time. Anyway, I’m leaving Equestria again. This time on a longer trip to the far north. Rumors have it there’s a frozen empire somewhere out there, and we intend to locate it, at least to know where it is.
If Iwe find anything you will be the first to know, but don’t hold your breath. All the books on it say it disappeared a thousand years ago, not that we let that discourage us. It’s a shame it’s so cold up there.
Sorry to cut this so short, but unless we want to miss the summer we have to go now. I’ll try and get in contact soon.
Hopeful
Trixie
“Mystery, do you have some more of that memory powder we used when I first got here?”
“Child, what would you do with a drug like that?”
Trixie looked up thoughtful. “If I’m going to do this, I need dates. Dates I can only find in my most vivid memories. Memories that dulled over these years.”
“On one condition child, if you agree that never use it again?”
“I can agree to that.”
Soarin’.
I need to make this short. I’m going. This will be the last letter from me. I’m sorry they were infrequent at best and rare mostly, but it can’t be helped now.
I’m glad I got to know you, even if you never could respond back to me. I just hope the things I do doesn’t turn bad. I can’t let that happen.
Farwell
Trixie
Looking out across the plains in front of her Trixie watched as the sun rose on the first day of year nine since her own death. The sun bathed the plain in light and shadows as the night reluctantly made way for the day. Ear twitching she listened as her companion, Mystery, made her way up on the same hill as her.
“I have to leave soon. If I’m doing this I have to get going or I will miss the first date.” The statement came without turning her head. She kept on looking towards the sunrise, and Canterlot as she waited for a response.
“Have you made up your mind then?”
She sighed. “I hoped not to, but nothing you have shown me over these years has told me otherwise. I have looked for her throughout Equestria and otherwise but she doesn’t exist. So if I don’t do it won’t happen.”
“Is there anything you will need my help with?” The question was an honest attempt to be considerate, knowing that Trixie had kept a lot from Mystery on her own request.
“I know you wanted no part in the events, but on my desk is a letter. You don’t have to, and shouldn’t read it. It’s addressed to the captain of the royal guard, and all I ask is that you wait a few weeks after his wedding before you post it.”
“Will I know when the wedding is?” The only response to that was a nod from Trixie, and the conversation ended by that.
Together they stood a looked towards Canterlot, the sun, Celestia and by default towards the small village firmly planted in the shadows of Canterlot Mountain.
She looked over her shoulder, back towards the place that had been her home for the past nine years. A pair of saddlebags firmly planted on her back containing purple cloth, various fruits and a decent sum of bits in a small bag greeted her in the bottom of her view. Further down the road stood Mystery, close to her wagon and waving with a hoof. Trixie only gave an encouraging smile in reply as the two of them grew further and further apart from each other. The gravel underneath her hooves made no noise as she passed, determined steps carrying her away.
She stepped through the woods and out on the open grasslands marking the entrance to Equestria, and her final destination. She stopped at the edge of the woods, sticking in the shadows to avoid the scorching sun. A quick sip from the only water she had, and a determined expression on her face before she began.
After a quick look around to confirm she was alone she opened the small pouch around her neck with magic and took out a special piece of enchanted paper. The paper contained little more than a list of dates, followed by a sentence of code. With another quick look around she carefully pushed magic into the letter to reveal the hidden message within.
On every row accompanied by the corresponding date now stood events. Events that her double would have experienced already but even half a dozen dates that had yet to happen.
“Five weeks remaining. Next week is the Summer Sun Celebration, and after that four more weeks. Cape and hat, check. Performance and script, check. Only missing the stage then. There should be one to hire on the way there. Probably.”
With one final glance back Trixie once more set out into the world, en route to the most important location in her former life.