Magic
Exile was the sentence.
They had charged Trixie with high treason, and for what? All that she did was steal a little amulet so that she might return to being her great and powerful self. Was that truly so wrong?
You'd think that Trixie had murdered Celestia herself!
But no, apparently stealing the Alicorn Amulet was a crime worth kicking Trixie out of Equestria for. Ah well. It was their loss really. Equestria was undeserving of the Great and Powerful Trixie, and so she would take her act elsewhere. Perhaps she would traverse the vast deserts, or scale high mountains, or gallop through windswept plains in search of a new audience, one that appreciated her gifts.
Or she could dash off through the Everfree and come down with a nasty case of Poison Joke.
For days Trixie was forced to tread the forest trails, the Poison Joke causing her head to swell to absolutely bulbous proportions. Ugh, the swelling was nearly as painful as the blatant metaphor. Day after day Trixie did nothing but stagger about, unsure of where she was going or even where she was.
Finally,with her limbs on the verge of collapse, Trixie lay down upon a bed of cold, hard stone and prepared to meet her end. She had lived a full life, hadn't she? Trixie had brought great joy to colts and fillies alike with her magic act! Trixie had impacted an entire generation with her showmanship! Her mastery of the stage was something that scholars and townsfolk alike would talk about for ages to come! Trixie's legacy would be immortal!
But she herself was not.
Trixie realized in that moment just what it meant to be a mortal. Whether or not she left a legacy to ponykind, what was it in the grand scheme of things? She had heard legends that Luna and Celestia were several thousand years old. The Dragons and Draconequus, although the latter was nigh extinct, were said to have lived even longer. Popular myths stated that Discord may have seen the world at it's birth. What were her eighteen years compared to countless millennia?
Trixie's life would be just a drop of water in the ocean.
A grain of sand upon its shore.
A blade of grass upon the plain.
Or, more appropriately, a single tree in the Everfree.
Mortality was a cruel mistress. Trixie had spent her entire life entertaining, just trying to bring a little happiness to the world, and perhaps stroke her own ego a bit at the same time. Now she lay upon a rock, contemplating the futility of her own existence. For the first time, Trixie realized how much the world had changed.
Despite her protests, Trixie’s eyelids continued to grow heavier. Finally, they slammed shut.
After what felt like hours, they opened again. No longer did Trixie lay amid the grass and trees, but now she was indoors. The walls around her were made from lashed wooden poles, and decorated with intricately painted tribal masks. It felt strange, as though Trixie had landed upon some sort of strange alien planet.
Trixie reached up to feel her head, and found that it was no longer swollen. Something strange was going on here.
“I’m glad to see that you’re alright, I didn’t think you’d live the night.”
Trixie was alarmed to suddenly hear a voice chiming into her thoughts. For a split second, she thought she had gone mad. A split second after, she was assured she wasn’t as she whirled about and came face to face with a pony the likes of which she had never seen.
It was a zebra. She had heard tales of them, but never seen one. They were said to live far to the west, beyond Appleoosa and in the deep deserts that lay beyond. But in the Everfree? Such a thing was unheard of.
“Who are you? What have you done to Trixie?”
The zebra chuckled. She didn’t seem offended in the slightest.
“I suppose an introduction would be for the best, my name is Zecora, and you are my guest. You had poison joke, a most severe case, so I cooked up a cure with the utmost haste. You’re alright now, you can rest assured. Your dire condition has now been cured.”
Trixie couldn’t believe it. This zebra had taken her in, cured her sickness, and was now offering her home as a resting place? And for what? Trixie could give her nothing in return, save for a tattered hat and a briar torn cloak. She questioned Zecora about this, but received only another rhyme in return.
“I want nothing from you, you’re a welcome guest! Now go, lie down, and get some rest!”
Zecora grabbed a wooden mug from a shelf, and handed it to Trixie. It was empty. Before Trixie could ask why, her host ran a hoof around the rim of the cup, instantly filling it with steaming hot milk.
She knew magic.
Despite not having a horn, nor any inkling of formal training, Zecora knew magic.
Trixie could hardly believe her eyes. She raised her mug and took a drink of the warm milk. It was real alright. This was not stage magic. There were no mirrors or puffs of smoke. No fireworks, no lasers, no misdirection. This was magic in its rawest form. It was real magic.
“How did you do that?”
The zebra laughed heartily as she began to mix ingredients in a large cauldron.
“I assure you, what you see is no trick! You’re witnessing my own special brand of magic.”
In that moment, I knew what I had to do. I would return to Equestria. I would return to them with real magic. I could be so much more than a simple stage magician. After all, the world was short the element of magic. Somepony had to bring it back.
Why not me?
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Go, Trixie!
Last fic I read brought a bad taste to my mouth. Came here for the new chapter; was not disappointed. Who needs mouthwash
Sweet, new chapter. 3602993 What was the fic?
3604066 'The Truth of the Alicorn'. Otherwise a really nice fic but the ending was terrible and rushed.
Woo! Awesome chapter, Cappo. Looking forward to seeing where this true magic thing leads.
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Damn you man. I tried to look through your stories to see what your style was like, but alas, I found nothing there.
Believe me, no style will ever be exactly like this one, and that's a good thing. Its not all that great anyways. Every writer develops their own style over time, and eventually will find their niche. Keep writing, keep trying, and soon you'll find yours too.
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Trixie for new Element of Magic. Because Ham fot the win.
...you are continuing, right?
3733050
Yes. Just on hiatus for a moment.
3733585
Oh, excellent. I am quite enjoying the style of the story. At first, it seemed very Cupcakes-y and dark for no apparent purpose, but after acknowledging that grimness and betrayal is the theme of the story, it becomes very entertaining and thoughtful. I'd truly hate for a story with so much potential go to waste.
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If I might ask, did you read the original?
3734860
If you mean The Monster We Made, then yes, I've read it. Are you talking about something else?
spike is loyley and blueblood is generosoty and trixie is magic?
Hmm...
Can Zecora do the magic that Twi does now? Or can Twi do the magic that Zecora does?
You know, I've always wondered how Zecora was able to do magic. She definitely has done subtle feats of magic that Earth ponies can't, and this was never explained in canon. Do zebras have their own magic?
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!
haaaa... sorry bout that.
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blueblood? generosity?? that’s a funny joke