Follow the adventure of the Great and Powerful Trixie after leaving Ponyville at the conclusion of her disastrous visit. Bear witness to her hardships as she faces the land alone, her trials, tribulations, past and present.
But lo, who is this stallion she meets upon the road? Who cares right? She hates him immediately. He's the only stallion so far who has refused to throw himself at her hooves, babbling in awestruck wonder. Besides. He's so boring! No emotion whatsoever.
The Great and Powerful Trixies’ Journal. First entry.
The Great and Powerful Trixie has decided to keep a log of her wondrous exploits throughout Equestria! The hearts she steals, the crowds she awes with her sparkling magical expertise and Great and Powerfulness!
The Great and Powerful Trixie is travelling now, so The Great and Powerful Trixie has no time to write any more to this silly thing. The Great and Powerful Trixie shall continue as she sees fit.
Alright, I know it starts off with a very short entry. Please. bear with me. I'm afraid I'm notorious for short prologues.
The Great and Poweful Trixies’ Journal. Second entry.
The Great and Powerful Trixie is, of course, keeping to her word to write each day in this soon to be Great and Wondrous Log of the Great and Powerful Trixies’ exploits throughout Equestria. Although Travelling rarely leads to any interesting things for the Great and Powerful Trixie to write about. The destruction of the Great and Powerful Trixies’ caravan at the malicious hooves of Twilight Sparkle has left The Great and Powerful Trixie carrying her own few possessions via her magic. The Great and Powerful Trixie, needless to say, is NOT impressed.
But the Great and Powerful Trixie shall persist.
For the Great and Powerful Trixie shall never give up! The Great and Powerful Trixie is magnanimously loved by all! Her performance shall be legendary throughout the land of Equestria as Great and Powerful! Just like Trixie herself! Anyhow. Trixie is camping outside a small village. Drab place. Much in need of The Great and Powerful Trixies’ performance capabilities. The Inhabitants of the silly town seem so depressed it’s ridiculous. The Great and Powerful Trixie shall amaze them with lights and Brilliant magical feats! And Trixie shall be paid for her efforts of course.
All in the morrow of course. The Great and Powerful Trixie needs her beauty sleep.
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Great and Powerful journal entry number three.
How uncouth! Those imbeciles don’t know great talent in performing if it slaps them over the head with a codfish. How dare they throw the Great and Powerful Trixie out of their dirty, backwater, ugly little hovel! And without even one bit! Ugh! The Great and Powerful Trixie shall continue searching then, and find another, more respectful, cleaner and much nicer smelling town without worrying about this smelly little place again. The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’t have to put up with this.
Trixie has spent the past eight hours trying to perform, but the neighsayers continue to stop her. Trixie was not impressed, and is now trying to find sleep outside the town under some trees she found with her Gloriously Brilliant survival skills! The trees The Great and Powerful Trixie has chosen to lay under are right next to a lovely pool of fresh water too! Trixie shall have a bath tonight in the cool water under the lovely Moonlit night! Oh my, would it not that Trixie had a somepony to share it with... Oh, perhaps that treacherous Twilight Sparkle to watch as Trixie bathes in the deliciously cool water whilst she is tied to one of the trees, begging Trixie to let her join in.
Oh, the delicious thoughts of vengeance! Oh, it makes my mouth water just thinking about it! It’s only been about a week since that actually... Trixie will never forget! Never!
Trixie is going to have a bath now. Trixie needs to cleanse herself of the offensive odours of the miserable little town she was just in.
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Great and Powerful journal entry number four.
Trixie has journeyed for many hours and is taking a short break for a while whilst she uses her Brilliant survivalist skills to find food. Trixie has no problems with water. Trixie is always prepared for such a thing. It has dawned upon Trixie just how lucky she is to be so Great and Powerful. Not like that silly Twilight Sparkle. Ooh, just the thought of that purple menace gives Trixie the trembles of rage. That she would even consider upstaging Trixie! The nerve!
The Great and Powerful Trixie would just like to make it clear that the only reason she was having such trouble with the Ursa that day is simply because she was unprepared for its’ arrival. As such, Trixie was incapable of focusing as she should have been capable of. That is the reason it would have taken Trixie a little longer than normal to send that silly Ursa running home again.
Honestly, the nerve of some ponies.
It’s hot. And Trixie hates the heat. But Trixie shall endure as only Trixie shall! Trixie is Great! Trixie is Powerful! Trixie does not give into the silly heat of the day! Nor does she give into the heat of the moment! Trixie always knows what she’s doing! Trixie will update this later perhaps.
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Great and Powerful Journal entry number four continued!
The Great and Powerful Trixie has finally stopped to rest. In a cave of all things! A cave! It’s not actually all that bad, but then, It’s not a five star resort as the Great and Powerful Trixie deserves either. Oh well. Trix-
[The rest of the page is burnt away, leaving traces of sulphur, cordite and strangely enough, trace amounts of what appeared to be grass. The entry seems to continue on the next page.]
Oh Dear Celestia! The Great and Powerful Trixie was ambushed by three fully grown dragons! However The Great and Powerful Trixie was more than a match and sent them scuttling away with their tails between their legs! To be safe, Trixie has moved away from the deceitful caves back into the open air. Nothing can sneak up on the Great and Powerful Trixie here! The Great and Powerful Trixie can sleep in peace knowing none shall tarry around this place, nor would they even begin to hope to match Trixies’ expertise! However, Trixie will need to repair her cloak... It seems to have been slightly singed in the fierce flames of the ambushers. Trixie shall repair it on the morrow as Trixie needs her beauty sleep.
Ta-ta Journal! Trixie shall now return to the realm of her Great and Powerful dreams!
[Please note. In the name of continuing the main message of our story today, we are skipping the various ‘useless’ entries. Aka, those that have no true relevance or simply rant on about how great and powerful Trixie apparently was.]
Great and Powerful Journal entry number eight.
The Great and Powerful Trixie has stumbled across a quaint little village filled with happy looking Earth ponies who have agreed to pay Trixie to perform. The Great and Powerful Trixie, of course, accepted. Not only because the Great and Powerful Trixie needs the bits, but because the foolish ponies here offered. The Great and Powerful Trixie refuses to pass up such a juicy sum of bits.
Trixie performs later tonight. They have a stage upon which Trixie can perform her Wondrous acts of magic upon, so Trixie no longer needs to worry about performing where none could see her. Trixie is going to take her audience by storm, as always. The Great and Powerful Trixie is capable of nothing less after all!
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Great and Powerful Journal entry eight continued.
As expected, Trixie took her adoring fans by storm! The Great and Powerful Trixie, it seems, has not lost her touch. But then, The Great and Powerful Trixie could never lose her touch. She is too Great. One of these ponies seem to have taken a particular interest in Trixie, flirting outrageously with Trixie. Trixie, of course, had no interest in taking him up in any of his advances. Trixie doesn’t plan on settling down because of a silly young stallion with excellent taste. Although, Trixie does feel good about being flirted with. Trixie certainly has missed it.
Not that Trixie is never flirted with! Trixie simply didn’t have enough time in Ponyville and those nasty ponies never gave Trixie a chance. On that note actually... maybe Trixie will take the rather cute stallion to bed after all. Trixie has been alone for some time. Perhaps Trixie could use some company this night.
Trixie will update tomorrow.
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Great and Powerful Journal entry number nine.
Trixie was quite satisfied with the night she spent with the nice young stallion. Nothing happened, so you perverts out there don’t get the wrong idea about Trixie. It was very warm though, and rather satisfying. Trixie didn’t feel alone that night. It was a nice change for Trixie. Besides that, Trixie was quite happy to simply cuddle with him. His flattery was very nice however. Trixie is moving on today. Trixie will collect her pay and leave this rather nice town. Trixie may wish to stay, but Trixie knows she cannot stay for too long. If Trixie wants her fame, Trixie must move to another town, another city. Trixie must become well known if she wishes to get the fame she deserves. Trixie will see the stages of Canterlot someday, and Trixie will get back at that evil Twilight Sparkle!
Anyway. Trixie will be back to update this soon.
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Great and Powerful Journal entry number nine continued.
Trixie has collected her pay of one hundred bits and is now packing up camp. Trixie is actually a little sad that she must leave this place, but she knows it’s for the best. Trixie shall be leaving very soon. Thus, she must stop writing her update in her Great and Powerful Journal at least until she stops again for rest, or until night falls upon Equestria. Until Trixies’ next update!
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Great and Powerful Journal entry number nine concluded.
Trixie has found a place to settle for the night. Of course she has, she’s The Great and Powerful Trixie! Her skills are legendary! Or they will be. Her survival skills are as amazing as her magic. The Great and Powerful Trixie has but a short time before she falls asleep, and so Trixie shall make this short. Trixie has a destination this time. Trixie shall be heading for a small city. Trotsylvania Trixie believes it’s called. Trixie is once more sleeping under the moonlight. Trixie does love sleeping in the moonlight. But she still sometimes feels lonely.
The life of a travelling entertainer, even one as Great and Powerful as Trixie is a lonely one.
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Great and Powerful Journal entry number fifteen.
Trixie didn’t expect this trip to take so long. Trixie has not even seen a sign of civilisation yet. It has been six days, and Trixie thinks she was given bad directions. Trixie couldn’t have gotten lost. Trixie is simply too Great and Powerful to be lost of her own accord. Trixie shall read the stars tonight to try and find her way west. At least, Westerly. Trixie is sure that is where the stupid city is meant to be.
Either way, Trixie will find her way there. And Trixie shall perform in the city of Trotsylvania.
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Great and Powerful Journal entry eighteen.
Trixie... ran into a strange stallion today. He’s agreed to travel with me for a while. He confuses Trixie. Even after a Brilliant display of Trixies’ greatness and power, he still does not bow to Trixie and worship her! Trixie will show that arrogant unicorn a thing or two! But not now. The strange unicorn has an even stranger name that Trixie had thought he would. Trixie was told he went by the name ‘Ro-Siing’. According to him, it means ‘Balanced one’. Not that Trixie cares. Trixie never really cared either way. Trixie may not care for the strange new unicorn much right now, but Trixie will get used to it. Oh, and at least Trixie isn’t so lonely anymore.
It is good to have somepony to speak to.
Trixie has decided this journal thing isn’t so bad. Trixie can say things to this inanimate object she never would say to anypony else. Trixie approves Greatly.
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Great and Powerful Journal entry number nineteen.
Trixie cannot stand this guy! Trixie doesn’t understand how he stays so damn calm all the time! Never showing emotions at all, not worshipping Trixie as he should, always being so condescending and insulting! Trixie doesn’t need more food, Trixie isn’t fat! Is she? The Great and Powerful Trixie isn’t getting fat is she!? Trixie is unsure what to think! How that inconsiderate, intolerable colt could even consider insulting Trixie like this is beyond her! Trixie is so shocked, she doesn’t know what to say.
Trixie has noticed that he has a tendency to write in a journal, much like Trixies’ Great and Powerful Journal. Perhaps...
Trixie does not see any harm in reading a book.
Trixie will think on this.
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Entry 238. Mid summer by reckoning.
It’s difficult to tell the date. Time seems to move faster here. Nothing is the same. This place... it’s not like home. It’s all town and buildings. The ponies here are nice. They’re not as mystic as my family, but they’re still nice. They seem to go out of their way for their friends.
This Trixie I’m travelling with is different. Trixie is belligerent, obnoxious and seriously irritating. Her thoughts are irrational, scattered. There’s no peace in her mind. Nothing she says is real... I can feel it. Balance is my life, and this mare is so unbalanced it’s ridiculous.
It confuses me to no end. In a land full of harmony, she is the link that destroys the entire image. Her entire image screams that something is wrong, but she won’t admit to it.
She sees my attempts of kindness as condescending insults to her image. She’s not fat. It is a strange thing. None of the zebras at home had ever thought that I’d dare to do something so despicable.
It is a difficult thing, trying to adapt to this new land. New lands... new ponies, new animals. There is less Poison Joke here, so I have much less to worry about. The animals of this place give me no trouble.
I wish I could do more to bring balance to this young mares’ life.
Trixie is insulted! That this stupid, uneducated stallion would call Trixie Obnoxious, Belligerent and Irritating is an insult to the Great and Powerful Trixie! Not to mention saying that the Great and Powerful Trixie isn’t real! Trixie is outraged and Trixie is going to demand an explanation later from him. Trixie does not approve of sarcasm concerning her, nor does she appreciate being insulted in such a manner!
On a lighter note, Trixie is working on a new trick for her act. It will wow Trixies’ audience to no end and Trixie will gain a little more of the recognition she deserves! Trixie will show this neighsayer she is travelling with just how Great and Powerful Trixie truly is! Trixie will show him. Trixie is Great! Trixie is Powerful! Trixie is more powerful than that silly Neighsayer Twilight Sparkle.
Trixie will show them! Trixie will show them all! This is Trixies’ time to shine, and Trixie won’t give it up.
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Great and Powerful Journal entry number twenty-one.
Tis evening the same day as my last entry. Trixie is not happy. Trixie is very, very angry. Trixie has spoken to the mean stallion who she’s still travelling. He got irrationally angry at Trixie mentioning that she read his silly book. That’s the first Trixie has seen him show any emotion at all. However he yelled at Trixie, called her names.
Trixie does not like this stallion at all. Trixie would go so far as to say he’s made her list right underneath Twilight Sparkle! Making him second on the list. Trixie will not do anything with this neighsayer ever again! Trixie will go her separate way from him as soon as she can.
Trixie would prefer to be alone than in the presence of that fool, Ro-siing.
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Great and Powerful Journal entry number twenty-seven.
The Great and Powerful Trixie has separated from the arrogant stallion and is better off for it! Yes, Trixie is once again travelling by her Great and Powerful self! Trixie is much happier now that she’s alone, even if this means facing the curse of the Great and Powerful once more, having to be lonely each night with nopony to talk to.
Tis the curse of the Great, and Trixie bears it with Pride and without difficulty. This is Trixies’ life, and Trixie would never give it up for anything!
Anyhow. Trixie has finally arrived in Trotsylvania. Trixie has been given some time to perform tomorrow. She has a few hours to perform as many Great and Powerful stage acts as she can. The pay is much better than before, triple the amount, so Three hundred bits for the show.
Trixie shall make this performance one to remember for all time! This show will seal Trixies’ fame! Trixie shall become the most sought after stage performer of all time! Trixie will show all you neighsayers!
And Trixie needs no help or companions to do it. Trixie can and will do this on her own!
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Great and Powerful Journal entry twenty-eight.
Trixie is... unimpressed. Trixie had her show cancelled halfway through. Some arrogant pony had thought it a good idea to throw rotten fruits at Trixie. Trixie was covered in foul smelling liquids and pieces of rotten fruit. Even now Trixie is having difficulty breathing because of it, even IF Trixie used her Great and Powerful magic to remove most of it.
Ugh, the smell is driving Trixie crazy. Trixie will have to wash her clothing... and herself, more thoroughly in the next body of water Trixie finds. Because Trixie refuses to smell as she does now rather than her normal Magnificent scent of vanilla and strawberries. Oh, Trixie adores strawberries! What Trixie wouldn’t do for some nice, ripe strawberries with cream right now! That being said, Trixie still got paid. Trixie was told that the ponies watching the show that weren’t the idiot pelting Trixie with offensively smelling missiles loved her. Of course they loved Trixie, she’s Trixie! The one and only, Great and Powerful Trixie!
Tomorrow Trixie shall search for some sort of lake of pool. Trixie needs a bath. Trixie used up some of her pay buying her lovely scented soaps, So Trixie can smell as Beautiful as she looks.
Until the morrow, when Trixie once more bathes you in her Glorious presence!
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Great and Powerful Journal entry number twenty-nine.
Trixie has taken her bath and has spent most of her day soaking in the water. Trixie needed something to cool down after the past few weeks. Trixie is glad to finally find some time to herself. The water is soothing on Trixies’ limbs and torso and the soaps make Trixie feel like a queen. Queen Trixie. Trixie does like the sound of that. The Great and Powerful Queen Trixie! Trixie likes the sound of that a lot!
But Trixie is not a royal pony. No, Trixie is Greater and more Powerful than that. Trixie is Trixie and needs not explain any further.
Trixie is once again Lonely. Trixie wishes she had company again, even if it was that emotionless brick wall Ro-siing. Trixie is... Trixie hates being lonely.
The Great and Powerful Trixie isn’t particularly pleased to let her Great and Powerful Journal know that she seems to once again be travelling with the brick wall. He is as emotionless and condescending as before. Trixie tries to hold back on him. As much as Trixie hates him, Trixie hates being alone even more.
Trixie cannot remember the last time Trixie felt so vulnerable.
The Great and Powerful Trixie is normally so Great and Powerful that she didn’t want company, since she had it all the time from Trixies’ fans. That, and Trixie moved much faster than she was now since she had a caravan. Trixie misses that caravan greatly. It made so much difference on her hooves.
Trixie finds her hooves hurting quite often now. Trixie believes it’s from all the walking Trixie does now. If Trixie isn’t careful, Trixie is sure she will wear her hooves down to the bone and Trixie doesn’t want that. No, Trixie definitely does not want that. Trixie needs her hooves to perform!
Trixie is... Trixie will speak later. Trixie sees that damned stallion trotting towards her. Until later.
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Entry 249. Midsummer still.
The days are starting to blur together, as though time itself was yawning as it went about its’ business. The days are long and pleasant, the nights cold and not so pleasant. I’ve had little trouble finding food, but a decent amount of trouble finding writing materials, since our monetary methods seem very different to these ponies. I haven’t any of these... ‘bits’ they mention often.
I have once again run into the blue mare Trixie, and she’s still as annoying as the day we met for the first time. Incessant chatter on how the ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie will take Equestria by storm, and how I’m, and I quote, ‘as full of emotion as a brick wall is of water’. A curious thing to say. I have emotions, they simply don’t show unless I wish it. Her reaction to my trying to explain this was one of offense, as though somehow I’d said the worst possible thing.
I have held off offering her more food. She eats a pitifully small amount at each meal and I fear she will waste away to mere bones some day if she keeps up her rigorous walking with virtually no sustenance. I know she’s an irritating braggart, but she’s a pony all the same, and no pony should feel the bite of hunger, nor the sting of exhaustion.
That being said, she seems extraordinarily opinionated and voices these ‘opinions’ as often as she can, as though the world must know her opinion on every little matter that the world has to offer her. She’s strong willed, stubborn and tends to err on the side of... well I’m not sure. She talks almost incessantly, as though scared that if she stops, her entire world will crumble around her. She talks about most anything. Her cape, her hat, her supposed magical prowess and some sort of incident that happened at a place I’ve come to understand is called ‘Ponyville’ involving somepony named ‘Twilight Sparkle’. I don’t believe a word of it. Honestly, fighting off and Ursa Major after this towns’ resident Magician turned tail and ran? On her own? Without help? I doubt this. Ursa Majors are not to be trifled with and not one single pony besides perhaps the Alicorn sisters could possibly defeat one on their own.
It’s quite the chore travelling with her, but one I shall persist with. If nothing else, it gives me welcome company on the darker, chillingly cold nights. Oh, and by the people can she cook! I must say, even my mothers’ cooking pales in comparison to this mare. That’s nothing against you Mother.
I’ve given much thought to the last we met, and came to the conclusion that I overreacted at her reading of this log. For the sake of honesty, where is the point in writing all this down if there are none to read it? To leave a history of my travels? A detailed log of everything I do here in this land and the land I hail from? No, truly there is no point in writing this account if there are none to read it.
In light of this, I have decided to apologise to her on the dawn of tomorrow and hope she forgives me without too much fuss. There is but one more thing I must get off my chest, even if only to the pages of this book.
For all the time I have travelled with her, and right now, by the campfire as I write this account, I find myself subconsciously looking at Trixie. I’m not sure of the reasoning behind this, but it intrigues me. By no means is she difficult to gaze upon. Far from it, she is one of the most beautiful unicorns I have ever laid eyes upon. But there is no reason for me to be continuously glancing at her, forced to catch myself before I start to stare. I have no feelings aside from possibly friendship with her, although a tentative friendship at best. So that rules out the possibility of any sort of romantic intentions. She’s clearly not in heat. I’m not sure. Perhaps these things shall sort themselves out in time.
Ah, but the way the shadows dance across her coat is nothing short of breathtaking. The shadows thrown by the fire strongly contrast her coat. It would make a masterpiece of a painting.
It is a pity I cannot paint.
If only it was that simple. I have no magic native to this land, but rather those native to the place I now call my homeland, that of the plains. This doesn’t include painting, since our people are more focused upon practical works of art. Pottery and the like. Oh, and the occasional necklace and many, many earrings. Of course, only the stallions wear the pendants, mares preferring to wear golden rings around their neck to protect themselves from predators. I must say, they’re rather dashing as well. I always wondered how one went about life with the feeling of cold metal around ones neck.
Chapter 5: What's mine is mine and what's yours is too~
Great and Powerful Journal entry thirty-four.
Trixie supposes she can be a little nicer to this dull stallion she is travelling with. Trixie is quite satisfied that he finally owns up to Trixie being beautiful. Of course, Trixie is not surprised. Trixie is always thought upon as beautiful for she is the Great and Powerful Trixie! And the Great and Powerful Trixie has no equal in looks and cannot be matched in magical prowess!
Or... So Trixie thought.
Trixie has decided to finally own up to the fact that Trixie just might be a tiny bit inferior in magical capabilities to one Twilight Sparkle. Just a tiny bit mind you! Trixie is by no means, trounced! Never is the Great and Powerful Trixie trounced! Anyhow. Trixie and her entourage are travelling south now. Trixie must think an excuse to go around Ponyville, for Ponyville lies south of here. The stars have revealed that to Trixie! Trixie is powerful enough and talented enough to read the stars! Bask in her glory!
Ahem. And Yes, Trixie read the stallions’ journal again last night and plans to do so again this night. Trixie refuses to be confused by the way he says things that seem to mean absolutely nothing and Trixie will not stand his silly mannerisms without some sort of payment. Trixie will read his journal as she likes, when she likes.
After all. Why else would he write that if nopony is there to read it?
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Entry 250. End of Summer.
It’s cold. Much too cold for my liking. Where is the heat in this place? The days are pleasant enough but, damn is it cold in the night. Even the fire upon which I write this account by isn’t enough to stave off this cold completely.
I spoke a little more to my tentative companion today. Again, she’s still as annoying as she was. Admittedly, that’s not liable to change overnight. I’ve taken to travelling in front or directly parallel to her, so as to avoid finding myself glancing up and seeing only her flanks and tail. I plan on maintaining this until such a time that we may find ourselves separating once more, which I do not wish. As irritating as Trixie is, she is company none the same, and loneliness is truly one of the worst forms of torture there is.
Of all the things that could happen now, I’m afraid that, soon, we will be running headlong into the town Trixie has mentioned repeatedly in her tales of the Ursa creature. My first clue was her rather subtle change in posture as we turned south. It’s gotten more pronounced the further south we go. I just know she’ll want to avoid it and, for the sake of peace, I will accept if she asks. It is no problem for one such as I.
I do hope we can at least travel a little further together. At best, I wish to cultivate this relationship to true friendship rather than this tentative truce we have now. It would be my wish that she is the first friend I make in this strange land. But it will take time... Time we may not yet have.
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Great and Powerful Journal entry thirty-five.
How does Trixie put this? Trixie is more confused now than she was when she first met this stallion. Trixie is unsure as to how to proceed. However Trixie is glad that he will comply with Trixies’ wishes and avoid this town. Trixie is unwilling to be thrown out on her ear. It isn’t a nice thought in Trixies’ mind.
Trixie will update this further upon a later date. The night is darkening and Trixies’ Magnificent fire is dying.
We avoided the town this, Ponyville. Trixie, I swear, was hiding behind me the entire time. Not that she’ll admit it. She’s proud... very proud. A little too proud I believe. I still have yet to find out what happened in her life that made her this way. One doesn’t become so paranoid about ones image over nothing, and Trixie takes it to the extreme.
My Theory is that something traumatised her at a young age and she adopted the persona of ‘The Great and Powerful Trixie’ rather than just her name, which I assume is Trixie. Perhaps someday she will see me as enough of a friend to tell me, but I shall respect her silence on the matter for it is not my decision as to when she should, or even if she will, reveal her past to me.
I am working on a new song. I’m sorry, I never mentioned this before did I? Well I guess you know now. My guitar isn’t exactly in the best condition. Hay, it’s a battered old thing. But it works and it still sounds like it should. I love this old thing. I could never let it go, no matter what.
I’m not quite sure of the lyrics yet, they always come with time and the right circumstances. Trixie thinks my music sessions a waste of time, but I don’t care what she thinks of it. It’s a hobby and it’s something I do quite well, so I shall continue doing it. I like the guitar since it’s got so much diversity to it. You can do so much with it. And, if tuned right, it has the deepest sounds to the highest stretching across its’ strings. All in perfect balance.
Trixie wants to go to Canterlot, but there is somepony I must see first. I haven’t seen Zecora in many years, not since she left the plains of her people. Her way of speaking is strange, but somehow hypnotic. That is, if she still speaks in rhyme. I can only just remember her and the way she spoke to everypony. Gods above, I used to love going by her place just to hear her talk like that.
I look forward to seeing her again.
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The Great and Powerful Journal entry thirty-eight.
Trixie could get used to this company thing. Trixie gets somepony to talk to about all her Great achievements and, at night at least, Trixie gets a little music. Don’t tell the silly stallion this, but Trixie thinks he’s actually pretty good. Obviously not as good as Trixie, but not too bad all the same.
Sometimes Trixie hears him mumbling while he plays, then sing softly. His voice is okay. Not nearly as good as his guitar. Or perhaps Trixie hasn’t heard him trying to sing? Trixie is uncertain. But Trixie does know he could never hope to sound better than Trixie when he sings. Trixie is a Great and Powerful Singer as well as just a Great and Powerful stage performer! But then, Trixie is good at everything she does, so Trixie shouldn’t have to explain herself.
Trixie is hesitant to venture into this forest her companion wishes to travel into. Tis dark and Trixie has heard bad things about it. Perhaps Trixie will wait outside the forest whilst her companion goes in? Yes, Trixie thinks this is a good idea. Trixie will inform he companion of her decision soon.
He’s looking at me again, a strange distance in his eyes. Trixie is not sure if she’s comfortable under this gaze or not. She cannot tell what kind of gaze it is. It isn’t an adoring gaze and it isn’t friendly, nor is it hostile. Trixie finds this stallion intriguing, and would like to research this further.
The Great and Powerful Trixie shall research!
~*~
The Great and Powerful Journal entry thirty-nine.
Trixie is waiting. Her Companion has braved the Everfree forest just two minutes ago and Trixie became bored, so Trixie is writing in her Great and Powerful Journal.
But what should Trixie write about? Trixie never really cared for telling anypony anything. But Trixie supposes she should find something to write about.
Trixie shall tell her journal about her past. Trixie was born in Canterlot. Yes, Trixie was born in the capitol of Equestria! Trixies’ mother was nice and supported Trixie throughout her schooling. Trixie went to a prestigious magic school that was created by order of Celestia. Trixie always admired the Greatness and Powerfulness of the Princess Celestia, even though she rarely ever saw her. Trixie had started her fifth year in magic school when her mother passed away. She was taken care of by herself, her father didn’t care. But then, Trixies’ father was always lazy, and didn’t care what Trixie did. Until he had to take care of Trixie... He pulled me out of school, saying we needed the money and Trixie told him to go get a job. Trixies’ father was furious. He often beat Trixie for no reason other than the simple pleasure of beating her. Trixie always wondered where Trixies’ mother got all her bruises... and that was where, Trixie has no doubt.
Trixie cooked, washed, cleaned and got a job working at a florist. Trixie wasn’t very satisfied. Trixies’ talent was to perform! Not to sell silly flowers! Trixie believes that a flower means nothing. Flowers are simply petals and sap, largely useless to anypony. They might look pretty, but after a while they wilt and go ugly.
Anyway, as Trixie was saying.
Trixie lost her job after her father came in and started yelling at her for, and Trixie quotes, ‘Not doing the F****ng washing’. Trixie is not vulgar enough to use this word. Trixie was beaten within an inch of her life that day for losing her job, then daring to suggest it wasn’t Trixies’ fault. It wasn’t a happy life. Trixie eventually ran away. But not before stealing her fathers’ caravan. Of course, it’s gone now... after Trixie put so much time and effort into modifying it too. Trixie would have been in her final year before graduating at that point. Nostalgic isn’t it?
So you see, Trixie wasn’t always Great and Powerful. No, Trixie earned her greatness and her Powerfulness and her fame! Trixie is the underdog and Trixie will prevail.
It has begun to get dark and Ro-Siing has yet to return. Trixie hopes for her sake that he is still alive. Trixie would hate to continue on her own.
Ro-Siing returned just as Trixie was starting to pack up to leave. Against Trixies’ pleas, Ro-siing decided to set up camp where we were. Trixie is not comfortable being so close to Ponyville. She would be ridiculed if she was found here all because of Twilight Sparkles’ slander. The nerve of that mare is astonishing to Trixie.
Anyhow. Trixies’ companion seems stranger than normal. Trixie is unsure of what exactly it is that’s different, but she knows something is different. Perhaps he could not find his friend? Trixie is unsure. However, Trixie aims to find out either way. Please forgive Trixie for her previous post oh worshipping reader. Trixie had to do something and writing that down was the only thing Trixie could think of doing. When Trixie finally gives this Journal to her biographer to draw upon, Trixie just might be seen as an idol afterall. Or, more of one. Trixie is quite satisfied with that thought.
Anyhow, Trixie needs to prepare something to eat before her companion starts to. He might be an okay distraction with his music and his rather lack of emotion when Trixie speaks to him, but a dyslexic bunny with half an arm and no legs could cook better than he could.
~*~
Entry 254. Beginning of Autumn.
I found Zecora exactly where she’d said she’d be in her letters. She still talks the same way. I haven’t heard her voice in some years, and that was almost the only thing that had changed other than the clear cut signs of aging. Of course, nopony here would recognise an aged zebra if their lives depended on it. But I do not judge. Many of them have never seen one of the people of the plains before. Even fewer have seen the plains themselves.
Anyway.
She gave me little advice, save for seeking out her friends in Ponyville, which I know I cannot do due to the nature of my companion. Perhaps another time? I’m not sure, but I do hope so. If they made friends with Zecora, it’s likely they are good ponies with good hearts. Ah, but she spoke in riddles often and it’s difficult to decipher them. She spoke of a clear sky covered by blue clouds. Said this sky was closer than it seemed. I can only begin to guess at what she means. Tis difficult indeed.
She also spoke of my pride being wounded. Now what on Equestria could possibly do that? That is ever more puzzling than her last riddle. What does it all mean? Ugh, Zecora, why is it only you speak in riddles when you read the smoke? Bah, I’ll figure them out over dinner perhaps. Trixie has begun to cook and the smell is, as usual, heavenly. I really must ask her for lessons. Can’t go about incapable of cooking all my life.
~*~
Great and Powerful Journal entry forty-two
Trixie is starting to get annoyed at her companions’ scruffy appearance. His mane is unkempt, his coat is scruffy and needs a trim, his tail is as scruffy and unkempt as his mane and his horn is in serious need of a filing. It’s much too long, it must hurt him terribly over time. Trixie is not about to let her companion look so terrible!
At the next available water source, Trixie shall spend however long it takes to get him looking exactly as The Great and Powerful Trixie wants him to look. If Trixie can push him towards the closest source of water... we’ve been travelling for two days now and Trixie swears her hooves are beginning to itch just looking at him! Trixie can’t stay long, she’s writing this on a short break her and her companion are having. We’re leaving now, Trixie must go.
~*~
Entry 256. Beginning of Autumn.
I cannot say I’m terribly impressed. Trixie found some sort of excuse to get a bath in a nearby stream and dragged me in with her. Don’t get me wrong, I like baths as much as the next pony, but her version of a bath included ignoring herself and focusing entirely on cleaning me up.
I swear I will find out how she managed to fit all those different soaps and shampoos in that saddlebag along with the three combs of varying sizes, two mirrors, a pair of scissors and a horn file as well if it cost me my life. The file was the last straw. I drew the line at that file. Or, I tried to. She cleaned and trimmed my mane and tail, groomed my coat to a shine. I didn’t mind that. Oh, I forgot to mention the brush from those saddlebags. But when she brought out that file I swear I flipped. No way was she filing down MY horn!
You see, in my culture, the horn is sacred. Zebra magic users have a pair of horns, and the longer the horns are, the more power you’re said to have. Filing ones’ horn was the ultimate sign of failure and loss of respect. My magic will fail if she files it.
Now, I won’t hit a mare of any description. It’s simply not how things work. A stallion that hits mares is the ultimate low life form. It’s pathetic, wrong and disgusting. As a result of this, I now write this entry to the sounds of my horn being filed by Trixie. She’s sitting on my back humming as she works. Now I know what Zecora meant by wounded pride. Never have I felt more humiliated in my entire life, not even when Poison joke threw me off balance and made my actions uncontrollable and impulsive.
Although I must say, Her scent is intoxicating. I never noticed before. But then, I’ve never had her sitting on my back before, especially not whilst filing my horn. That’s the only thing ruining thi- [at this point the journal entry is cut off by a small amount of scribble before returning]
this... I’m sorry for that, Trixie, for reasons known only to herself, decided to pull on my ears. She said it reduces the stress from the muscles around that extra piece of bone used to hold up my horn. It felt... it felt amazing. I didn’t think my cognitive thought could get any clearer now. I didn’t even realise there was tension in that spot.
That doesn’t make it any easier for me to forgive her for this though! My horn was, essentially, a symbol for my pride and now it has taken a fall and it’s because of her silver tongue. Dammit, this sucks.
~*~
Great and Powerful Journal entry forty-three.
Trixie is much more satisfied with her companions’ appearance now. As it seems, he’s rather dashing under all that scruffiness. Not that Trixie is looking at him often! No way, Trixie isn’t attracted to him at all. Trixie is much more interested in those with status and money! Not to say Trixie is shallow either, for they must have class. One could say Trixie is picky. Ahem. Anyhow. Trixie is not sure that Trixie wants to go to Canterlot now. It’s so far away see and Trixie isn’t used to going anyplace far without her caravan. Trixies’ hooves are really sore. There’s been a few time where Trixies’ hooves have bled from all her walking!
They haven’t bled in front of her companion yet and Trixie is thankful for that. Can’t have Trixie looking weak now can we? Anyhow, Trixie must go. Trixie does not wish to fall behind on her beauty sleep.
I have become accustomed to the lighter weight of my head without the added weight of my horn. I have not yet tried to do magic yet, I know it will not work. That’s how it always happened in the tribes, why would that not be how it worked here? I once saw a shaman disgraced. They filed his horns down to a foals’ standards. He could never do magic again. He tried several times and failed each time. His last attempt was also the last anypony saw of him. It’s said that he overloaded his neural cortex with magical buildup since he had shortened horns and his brain haemorrhaged. I’m not sure I believe this, but I can’t risk it.
All my life I’ve gotten by with magic. I’m fairly certain even my parents only took me in because of it. Said it was potent or something. Now I’ll never be able to use it again. Guess I’ll have to readjust myself to adapt. Balance is upset when the scales are tipped.
Ah, but if only it was that easy. My whole lifestyle will need to be changed. I suppose I can live with that. If only I could live down those looks she keeps giving me. I can’t tell whether or not they’re admiring or condescending, like she new filing down my horn would make me lose my magic and she’s now revelling in the fact that I am virtually helpless now. Or, perhaps I’m just seeing things. Hay, it might even be something to do with the fact that I walk with my head held higher now, or that my mane and tail are trimmed to be neater, but not that much shorter. Maybe she’s just admiring her work. I wouldn’t be surprised. She did do a fine job. Except for filing my horn. I’m not sure I can ever forgive her for that.
~*~
Great and Powerful Journal entry forty-nine.
Why is it Trixie cannot stop looking at him? Trixie does not understand. He is a handsome stallion if nothing else, but that never made Trixie incapable of going five minutes without glancing at anypony before. Although Trixie must admit, he does look cuter with a shorter horn.
One thing Trixie does find irritating however is the way he looks so glum now. Trixie doesn’t understand that either. Did Trixie do something? Is he hurt? Trixie worries. Trixie doesn’t understand how or why, but I wo- Trixie. Trixie worries. Now Trixie is letting her pretence slip. What is wrong with Trixie!? Perhaps if I, The great and Powerful Trixie ask him what is wrong. At least that way Trixie won’t feel almost afraid of being around him anymore. At least, That’s what Trixie assumes it is. Trixie feels her heart beat faster and has that strange sensation in her stomach like tiny wings tickling her from the inside. Butterflies I... Trixie believes it’s called. Stay cool Trixie. Trixie is not afraid! Trixie is Great and Powerful! Trixie is never one to feel fear because Trixie is courageous! Trixie will find out what his problem is as soon as she puts this down. He’s playing with his guitar at the moment. He normally writes late, as we’re going to sleep. I shall ask him now. Wish me luck! Trixie shall ask him now. Wish her luck!
~*~
Entry 262... We’re still in Autumn.
Oh how to put this. Trixie is crying. And it’s all my fault.
“Look, I’m sorry Miss Trixie, but the truth is as the truth does. My rather unhappy demeanour is caused by your filing of my horn.”
Trixie sat on her blanket on the opposite side of the fire, sobbing into her hooves rather theatrically.
“Trixie cannot believe that her extraordinary efforts to clean you up have been turned against her so! Y..You’re terrible!”
“Now Trixie, we’ve been travelling together for a while now, I think you know me better than that. I wouldn’t have been so annoyed if it didn’t nullify my magic a-“
“Nullify!?”
Trixie looked up, only a few tear tracks having darkened the fur on her cheeks.
“Filing ones’ horn does not nullify magic! Where did you hear such nonsense!?”
Ro-siing frowned, offended.
“It’s common knowledge among the people! A zebras’ magic comes f-“
“Trixie is sorry, but she doesn’t see a zebra in front of her, she sees a unicorn. Trixie will have her companion know she files her horn often to keep it just perfect! Whatever is the matter with you? Can you not tell the difference between Unicorn and Zebra? Did Trixie really pick up a total idiot as a companion?”
Ro-siing almost bristled at the blatant insult, reminding himself at the last second that he must remain calm.
“Now Trixie, that’s not needed. I am many things, but an idiot is not one of them. I have seen myself what happens when a zebras’ horn is filed and it nullifies magic.”
“Ro-siing, Trixie is quite positive you are NOT a zebra.”
“What’s the difference?”
“There’s an entire world of difference! Trixie cannot believe you cannot see this!”
“Look at your monarchs th-“
“Trixie believes that, whilst here, they are yours as well!”
“Whatever. The monarchs of this land then. I don’t think they’ve ever filed their horns.”
Trixie suppressed a burst of laughter.
“Trixie doesn’t think Ro-siing quite understands how long the princesses have lived.”
“Oh how long could it possibly be? They’ll need to start searching for heirs soon.”
This time Trixie couldn’t help herself. She burst out into raucous laughter, tears still occasionally falling down her face. Ro-siing frowned in confusion.
“What is so funny?”
Trixie forced herself down to a giggle before answering.
“Trixie regrets to inform you that Celestia and Luna are immortal. Trixie really does find this quite amusing!”
There was a momentary pause as Ro-siing re-evaluated his position.
“... So how long have they lived?”
Trixie shrugged.
“I don’t know. Trixie is not privy to the ages of her esteemed monarchs.”
Something about what she said struck him as strange, but he shook it off before tentatively asking his next question.
“And you’re saying that it’s entirely possible they file their horns?”
“Of course that’s what Trixie is saying! Otherwise their horns would be positively massive by now! Honestly Ro, do try to keep up with the conversation.”
That self same feeling of something being different about the way she was talking hit him and suddenly it struck him.
She’s not angry or sad anymore... she’s... jovial?
This mare would never fail to surprise him. But he had the strange feeling he was missing something. He smiled experimentally.
“You’re not jerking my chain?”
“No, Trixie is not.”
“Not pulling my hoof?”
“No, Trixie is most certainly not.”
“And you’re not twisting my tail.”
“Oh, for Trixies’ sake, of course I’m not!”
That did it. He smiled widely. Trixie giggled.
“Trixie, you just spoke in first pony.”
“Did she?”
He trotted closer and sat beside her. She was on her back from laughing so much and she looked up at him, still smiling.
“Now now Trixie, you may as well speak properly now.”
“But Trixie is speaking properly!”
Ro-siing rolled his eyes in slight exasperation, more amused than irritated.
“Trixie, I meant you can speak in first pony in front of me, I’m not going to grab you and burn you at the stake.”
Trixie couldn’t help but giggle again and roll back onto her back.
“If you say so Ro-siing. Trixie isn’t sure whether I should speak as you wish or how Trixie always speaks. Will you help me decide?”
She smiled coyly at him and he chuckled.
“Oh ha ha Trix.”
His expression turned serious again.
“So, you’re sure I can still do magic?”
Trixie raised her eyebrow and levitated his guitar over to her hooves and plucked at one of the strings.
“Trixie is certain.”
He frowned and nodded, determined.
“Alright then.”
He focused on the guitar now in Trixies’ hooves and started a simple levitation spell, much like Trixie just used. His horn glowed baby blue and the guitar floated over to him. He smiled at the now surprised and pouty Trixie.
“I guess my fears were for nought hmm?”
“Of course they were! Why did you take the guitar away from me?”
He smiled and idly strummed at the strings.
“You’ll see Trixie, I’ve been working on something. Perhaps when it’s finished I shall show you?”
Entry... Oh I can’t remember. Sometime in mid Winter.
It’s gotten colder. Really cold. I swear I could freeze and Trixie is the same. We’ve gotten along so well lately we’ve taken to sleeping on the same side of the fire, more often than not in this weather in the same bedroll simply for warmth. Two blankets don’t seem to be enough either sometimes.
I feel like I might die in this weather, but... so long as I have Trixie beside me and she’s okay, I’m okay with that. I haven’t been completely honest with you dear reader. I know I’ve kept saying we’re just friends and that’s how it was going to stay but... Well, I don’t want to be just friends. She speaks to me in first pony now, utterly and completely. I can’t help but cuddle closer to her on the coldest of nights, or even those less cold. I want to protect her, hold her...
I don’t want to leave her.
She’s still as annoyingly chatty as she was, but it’s endearing now. She’s told me what really happened back at Ponyville and I understand now why she wanted to avoid it so badly. It isn’t something I like to admit, but I actually felt sorry for her. It’s something that has had me deep in thought for some time. I allowed Trixie to file my horn just a little before winter and she showed me how to do it so I could file hers now.
The days don’t even seem to ever come now, it’s seems to always be night. It’s so dark all the time... and so damn cold. We haven’t seen anywhere since Canterlot last month I think it was and we’re running low on supplies. I don’t know what I’m going to do... but I won’t let her die. I simply can’t.
I’ll update this as I can, when I can focus enough to write with magic, since my hooves simply don’t have the dexterity in this cold.
~*~
Great and Powerful Journal entry one hundred and four.
I’m cold... so cold. Ro-siing shivers at night whilst he sleeps and I think he’s cuddling closer because he thinks I’m too cold. It is cold... but no amount of warmth in the world would comfort me if he isn’t there with me. I’ve come to depend upon him. His music keeps my spirits up and his warm body against mine at night keeps me up and running. We’ve got almost no supplies left, and I’m afraid the closest town is Ponyville. Trixie lost her cape and hat a long time ago to fierce winds when we hit a blizzard. They were cheap trinkets anyway.
But still... Trixie can’t perform without a costume.
I’m not sure what to do... but if there’s no other choice, I will risk Ponyvilles’ retribution to save him, even if it ends up killing me. He shouldn’t die here, unhappy as he is. He should grow old in his own lands with his family. Not here... not now.. not with me.
Trixie... No, I can feel the cold fingers of the darkest nights gripping my spine with a death grip. Trixie doesn’t want to die... Trixie is still so young and has so much to see.. so much to learn...
But Trixie cannot outlast this cold forever. I’m not sure how much longer I can last... But.. if I’m like this and I’m from Equestria, imagine what Ro, who’s used to the warm plains, is feeling. By Celestia, I have to get him to Ponyville. He’ll be safe there. They have nothing against him and Trixie won’t take no for an answer.
It’s time to move. If we fall asleep this night, we die.
~*~
“Come on! Move!”
Trixie was practically dragging Ro-siing along, his legs stiff. He was staggering rather than walking, and even that came at an effort.
“I.. I can’t Trix... I have t... I need to sleep...”
“No! You sleep out here, you die! That’s how it works now come on!”
Ro-siing was on his last legs, and Trixie was pretty close herself. They were staggering through the Sweet Apple Acres fields and Trixie was getting desperate. She was chilled to the bone and there was a blizzard in full force, the wind biting at her angrily.
“I can’t.. go.. on... Trix... ie...”
Ro-siing collapsed in the snow and Trixie shook her head desperately and grabbed his hoof.
“I WON’T leave you here! Even if I have to drag you!”
Trixie started hauling the stallion along, cursing his muscular physique and her weakness every step of the way. But it wasn’t long before she too succumbed to the howling creature swirling around them, nipping at their fetlocks and biting viciously at their skin. She collapsed, three feet away from the barn door after giving out one last wail of despair.
Two ponies lay in the powdery snow. One with powder blue fur and silvery hair, the other a sky blue with electric yellow hair, the wind howling around them as their heartbeats slowed down and they very slowly stopped breathing.
Entry.. I’m not sure. The date is the eighteenth or something.
I’m surprised to still be alive. Alive and the first awake... We’re just now waiting on my Trixie to awaken... please don’t die on me Trix.
~*~
It had taken all of about two minutes after Applebloom heard that despairing wail to get her sister, and all of three minutes more for Applejack to haul Trixie and her companion inside and call for Redheart. Unfortunately, the nurse couldn’t pick the pair up in a storm, so they had to keep the pair as warm as possible for almost two hours before the staff from the hospital could arrive. Thankfully, the pair were breathing again by this time, although shallowly. It didn’t take long to get them to the emergency ward in Ponyville hospital and the two were put in the care of Redheart, who didn’t let in any visitors until such time as she thought they were stable.
This took almost another three hours, and even then it was only Ro-siing who was stable. This is when he came to and realised he was in a hospital bed, after freaking out that is and having it explained to him. He was next to Trixies’ bed and for that he was grateful. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep once more.
He woke up to the laboured breathing of the powder blue Trixie half on him, half on his bed. His eyes widened. It was dark.
“Trixie?” he whispered, concerned.
Trixie let out a small, pained giggle.
“Hey there... Trixie wanted to see your face one last time.”
“W...What are you talking about? They’re helping you, you should be in bed!”
Trixie shook her head. Her vitals, according to the monitors, were fading.
“No... I’m right where I want to be... With you.”
Her hooves were on his chest, her head resting on his breastbone. She was smiling.
“Now Trixie... don’t you dare leave me here alone!”
His voice rose in volume and started to sound concerned, bordering on hysterical.
Oh please... Not like this!
Trixie raised an eyebrow and once again tried to giggle, only succeeding in a slight coughing fit, making her vital sign waver crazily. The steady beeping of the heart monitor had slowed considerably.
“And.. who are you to order The Great and Powerful Trixie around..?”
“The one who loves her.”
Trixie paused for a moment and the heart monitor registered her heart literally skipping a beat, slow though they were.
“You... love Trixie..?”
Ro-siing nodded and gently caressed her silvery mane.
“Yes... I do. And I don’t want to lose you.”
Trixie smiled sadly, unable to move due to an extreme fatigue that had permeated her body since she’d forced herself from her bed onto his.
“You’ll never lose me Ro... I’ll always be with you in spirit... but Trixie cannot hold on for much longer... she feels so cold and everything is so dark...”
Ro-siing gulped, horrified at the prospect of losing her and looked around desperately, noting the red button next to his bed with white writing on it.
‘PUSH FOR NURSE’
Perfect.
He quickly pushed the button and looked back to Trixie before gently wrapping her in his blanket. The air conditioned room wasn’t exactly cold, but the warmer Trixie was, the better Ro-siing felt.
“Now don’t speak like that Trix... We’re both going to get out of this, then we can get another caravan, like the one you lost and we can travel Equestria all over again. We can put on more shows...”
He searched his mind desperately for another thing to give her reason.
“Oh, and I haven’t shown you the song yet. It’s been finished I just... I haven’t found the right time to play it to you.”
Trixies’ smile, which had faded, returned with little warmth. There was the clatter of hooves in the hallway.
“Trixie shall hear it as he watches over you from wherever she ends up.”
Redheart bustled into the room and looked at the powder blue mares’ vitals and started to fret incessantly before rushing back out again. Ro-siing felt a stab of terror at her actions and shook his head at Trixie.
“No, you’ll hear it with me, when I play it for you in the moonlight by the light of the moon and a single candle after we’ve eaten. I swear, I won’t let you die Trixie! Even if it means giving my life for yours.”
Seven ponies walked into the hospital as Trixie let out one last breath and smiled.
“I will see it... in my dreams...”
With the last of her strength, the one and only Great and Powerful Trixie pulled herself up and kissed her travelling partner faintly, whispering out at last.
"I... love you.. too..."
~*~
Ro-siing and the seven other ponies in the room looked in shock at the lifeless body of The Great and Powerful Trixie before the distraught stallion burst into tears and looked accusingly at them.
“Do something! Make her better, please!”
A Cyan Pegasus mare snorted.
“She’s dead, what more can we do?”
The ferocious look from Ro-siing quickly got the mare ushered out of the room and swiftly booted from the premises as a lavender unicorn mare stepped forward.
Twilight Sparkle...
“Hi.. um.. My name is-“
“Twilight. Twilight Sparkle, Dammit I know who you are! Would you please just help me!?”
He was clinging tightly to Trixies’ lifeless body, sitting up in his bed as he shifted his grip slightly and started cradling her. Twilight frowned.
“Right... um... I’m sorry, I’m not a medical pony I-“
“please...?”
A white unicorn with rather overbearingly style hair looked at Twilight, followed by the other ponies in the room bar from Redheart, who was checking the mares’ vitals.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I can do!”
Redheart got out a pair of defibrillators.
“Girls, she’s not completely dead yet, her brain is still functioning. I need to get her heart pumping again, but I’m afraid her body doesn’t have the energy to sustain it anymore.”
Ro-siings’ expression went from one of despair, to determination.
“Then I’ll give her mine.”
“And exchange one life for another? Don’t be ridiculous. You’re still recovering!”
His horn had already started to glow.
“My life is nothing to hers. She’s the world to me, I won’t let her die!”
Twilight smiled sadly and stepped forward.
“Then count me in as well. Rarity?”
The white unicorn mare sighed theatrically and stepped forward as well.
“If needs must, but I want an apology when she wakes up!”
Ro-siing smiled sadly. He knew the mare was only half meaning that. He wiped a fresh set of tears from his eyes as three strands of magical energy flowed from the unicorns into Trixie and Redheart stepped forward.
“Clear!”
~*~
Final entry. Spring.
The season of love is here, and so am I. Here on Sweet Apple Acres on a hill overlooking a lake. It’s evening, the moon is high and I’m writing this by the light of a single candle. I have decided to stay for a while, as has my love, Trixie. Yes, Trixie survived. I cannot express my joy at this. Twilight Sparkle, Rarity and I had enough energy to keep her going until we got her fed, and her body started recreating its’ own energy. Ufortunately, Trixie lost her journal in the snows, and it still hasn’t been found. It’s a shame, she promised to let me read all of it, and I would have promised the same, if she hadn’t been reading them as I wrote them the entire time.
Yeah, I knew about it. So what? Where’s the point in writing a book if it’s never read? I have my guitar here, a lovely dinner for Trixie and myself with help from the finest cooks in Ponyville, Applejack, Pinkie Pie and Bonbon, and as promised, I plan to play my song after the meal and we can sleep out in the moonlight once more, the spare blanket I brought will help keep us warm and we can make our relationship official, acknowledging one another as partners.
Here’s to hoping this partnership lasts a lifetime.
Consider this my warning to you. This is the reason I have the Tragedy tag on this tale. Hope you liked the story so far! And here's your alternate Ending.
Epilogue.
Entry.. I'm not sure. The date is the eighteenth or something.
I'm surprised to still be alive. Alive and the first awake... We're just now waiting on my Trixie to awaken... please don't die on me Trix.
~*~
It had taken all of about two minutes after Applebloom heard that despairing wail to get her sister, and all of three minutes more for Applejack to haul Trixie and her companion inside and call for Redheart. Unfortunately, the nurse couldn't pick the pair up in a storm, so they had to keep the pair as warm as possible for almost two hours before the staff from the hospital could arrive. Thankfully, the pair were breathing again by this time, although shallowly. It didn't take long to get them to the emergency ward in Ponyville hospital and the two were put in the care of Redheart, who didn't let in any visitors until such time as she thought they were stable.
This took almost another three hours, and even then it was only Ro-siing who was stable. This is when he came to and realised he was in a hospital bed, after freaking out that is and having it explained to him. He was next to Trixies' bed and for that he was grateful. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep once more.
He woke up to the laboured breathing of the powder blue Trixie half on him, half on his bed. His eyes widened. It was dark.
"Trixie?" he whispered, concerned.
Trixie let out a small, pained giggle.
"Hey there... Trixie wanted to see your face one last time."
"W...What are you talking about? They're helping you, you should be in bed!"
Trixie shook her head. Her vitals, according to the monitors, were fading.
"No... I'm right where I want to be... With you."
Her hooves were on his chest, her head resting on his breastbone. She was smiling.
"Now Trixie... don't you dare leave me here alone!"
His voice rose in volume and started to sound concerned, bordering on hysterical.
Oh please... Not like this!
Trixie raised an eyebrow and once again tried to giggle, only succeeding in a slight coughing fit, making her vital signs waver crazily. The steady beeping of the heart monitor had slowed considerably.
"And.. who are you to order The Great and Powerful Trixie around..?"
"The one who loves her."
Trixie paused for a moment and the heart monitor registered her heart literally skipping a beat, slow though they were.
"You... love Trixie..?"
Ro-siing nodded and gently caressed her silvery mane.
"Yes... I do. And I don't want to lose you."
Trixie smiled sadly, unable to move due to an extreme fatigue that had permeated her body since she'd forced herself from her bed onto his.
"You'll never lose me Ro... I'll always be with you in spirit... but Trixie cannot hold on for much longer... she feels so cold and everything is so dark..."
Ro-siing gulped, horrified at the prospect of losing her and looked around desperately, noting the red button next to his bed with white writing on it.
'PUSH FOR NURSE'
Perfect.
He quickly pushed the button and looked back to Trixie before gently wrapping her in his blanket. The air conditioned room wasn't exactly cold, but the warmer Trixie was, the better Ro-siing felt.
"Now don't speak like that Trix... We're both going to get out of this, then we can get another caravan, like the one you lost and we can travel Equestria all over again. We can put on more shows..."
He searched his mind desperately for another thing to give her reason.
"Oh, and I haven't shown you the song yet. It's been finished I just... I haven't found the right time to play it to you."
Trixies' smile, which had faded, returned with little warmth. There was the clatter of hooves in the hallway.
"Trixie shall hear it as he watches over you from wherever she ends up."
Redheart bustled into the room and looked at the powder blue mares' vitals and started to fret incessantly before rushing back out again. Ro-siing felt a stab of terror at her actions and shook his head at Trixie.
"No, you'll hear it with me, when I play it for you in the moonlight by the light of the moon and a single candle after we've eaten. I swear, I won't let you die Trixie! Even if it means giving my life for yours."
Seven ponies walked into the hospital as Trixie tried to giggle again.
"No... Trixie cannot let the sacrifice of such a good stallion be for one such as herself... and... as for the song..."
She dragged herself up a little higher to the bewilderment of all the ponies present and smiled once more.
"I will see it... in my dreams..."
Using the last of her strength, Trixie feebly kissed Ro-siing for a moment before falling back. In her last breath at almost a whisper, that all the ponies in the room seemed to hear...
"I love you too..."
~*~
Ro-siing and the seven other ponies in the room looked in shock at the lifeless body of The Great and Powerful Trixie before the distraught stallion burst into tears and looked accusingly at them.
"Do something! Make her better, please!"
A Cyan Pegasus mare snorted.
"She's dead, what more can we do?"
The ferocious look from Ro-siing quickly got the mare ushered out of the room and swiftly booted from the premises as a lavender unicorn mare stepped forward.
Twilight Sparkle...
"Hi.. um.. My name is-"
"Twilight. Twilight Sparkle, Dammit I know who you are! Would you please just help me!"
He was clinging tightly to Trixies' lifeless body, sitting up in his bed as he shifted his grip slightly and started cradling her. Twilight frowned.
"Right... um... I'm sorry, I'm not a medical pony I-"
"please...?"
A white unicorn with rather overbearingly style hair looked at Twilight, followed by the other ponies in the room bar from Redheart, who was checking the mares' vitals.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what I can do!"
Redheart got out a pair of defibrillators.
"Girls, she's not completely dead yet, her brain is still functioning. I need to get her heart pumping again, but I'm afraid her body doesn't have the energy to sustain it anymore."
Ro-siings' expression went from one of despair, to determination.
"Then I'll give her mine."
"And exchange one life for another? Don't be ridiculous. You're still recovering!"
His horn had already started to glow.
"My life is nothing to hers. She's the world to me, I won't let her die!"
Twilight smiled sadly and stepped forward.
"Then count me in as well. Rarity?"
The white unicorn mare sighed theatrically and stepped forward as well.
"If needs must, but I want an apology when she wakes up!"
Ro-siing smiled sadly. He knew the mare was only half meaning that. He wiped a fresh set of tears from his eyes as three strands of magical energy flowed from the unicorns into Trixie and Redheart stepped forward.
"Clear!"
~*~
Ro-siing sat on the crest of a hill overlooking a lake, his eyes distant. He'd been there all day. It was Spring now, he'd just been let out of the hospital. The soft sound of hooves on grass caught his attention and he turned around and smiled at the incoming unicorn, brushing away tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
"Twilight... I didn't expect you so early."
Twilight shrugged and smiled back.
"I tend to get everywhere early. Beats being late."
He turned back to the horizon and sighed. Twilight put a gentle hoof on his shoulder.
"hey... you did your best.."
"But my best wasn't enough Twilight Sparkle. My best wasn't enough to keep the one I loved alive, and it's my fault she's dead."
Twilight looked away as tears streaked his fur down his cheeks and fell, glistening diamonds in the midday sun that shattered as they struck the grass.
"Because of me, she couldn't find shelter in time. Because of me she didn't have the energy to go on. It's all my fault..."
There was silence for what seemed like an eternity before Twilight nuzzled him gently.
"At least stay for the funeral..?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
~*~
Final entry... Spring.
Trixie is dead... and it's my fault. If I hadn't slowed her down, she would still be alive. Damn yourself Ro-siing.
I attended her funeral. It's nothing I would miss. Any speech given was generic and I could TELL it was all half hearted. All except that of Twilight Sparkle. Her speech was truthful, I could tell. She even had tears at the end of it.
Then it was my turn. I didn't prepare a speech. Preparation merely dulls emotions, and I didn't care about balance. I got up and poured my heart and soul out to the audience, hoping that wherever she was, Trixie could hear me. I ridiculed those who shunned her without first getting to know her, I praised her true self highly and then almost got in a physical fight with that blue Pegasus mare.
I don't care.
I can't say I'm happy here without her. Everything feels so lifeless and empty.
This is the final entry I will make into this log of events. I must find some way to atone for my sins, and hope I meet Trixie again in the afterlife.
Ro-Siing. ________________________________________ It took three days before Ro-siing was found, under a tree in the Everfree forest. Somehow, he had taken an extraordinary amount of magic and displaced the weather around him, turning it into a small, localised blizzard.
He'd frozen to death in seconds.
His journal was found next to him with one last note.
'Trixie forgive me, I need you. Life is empty without you and I don't think I could last on my own anymore anyway. I never wanted to cause your death... I wanted more time with you, to hold you close, tell you how I felt. Now I will get that chance.
I'm coming Trixie... I'm going to hold you in my hooves once more and keep you warm through the nights. And this time I won't falter... I will whisper to you every night before we sleep. You will always be great and powerful to me... you're my Trixie, and I love you with all my heart.'
