What I got so far. · 3:51am
The Magician and the Maze
The Town Square in Trottingham was normal a very relaxed place, ponies came and went and there never was really any trouble navigating around. However, tonight was an entirely different story, ponies of all shapes and colors filled the plaza creating a massive pastel colored mass in which a pony could hardly move let alone walk freely. As Celestia’s sun slowly sunk beneath the horizon and Luna’s moon began its accent into the darkening night sky, the crowd built into a fever pitch. Suddenly small fireworks leapt into the crisp night air and a fog arose from the sides of a small stage in the center of the crowd.
“Citizens of Trottingham, prepare to witness the most awe-inspiring tale of magic ever performed by anypony!” announced an azure mare as she strode out of the smoke. “This is the story of a small town called Canterbury and how yours truly, The Great and Powerful Trixie used her incredible magic ability to save it!” With that she turned and retargeted to behind the curtains.
After the showmare had finished talking the crowd burst into an uproar of noise and speculation.
“Is that it!?” yelled one very agitated pony in the audience.
Another pony loudly exclaimed “That was awful!”
As suddenly as the noise had begun it ended as The Great and Powerful Trixie’s voice floated out into the cool night air and the show truly began. The curtains on stage began to ripple as though one was looking back through time itself. A picture of a slightly younger Trixie, without her hat and cape, made of pure magic slowly appeared as though the stage was naught but a screen for events of the past. The voice of the azure showmare was heard by the crowd and Trixie began her tale.
Any feedback on this would be awesome.