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Sep
24th
2016

Probably the oldest scene I've written · 7:33am Sep 24th, 2016

Hello everyone, how have you been?

Sorry for the late radio silence, I've been going through some stuff. The usual university Alps finding kinds of things, plus other real life situations. However, I am coming back to work on my story (and the cancellation of the others), so that means I'm doing some cleanup in the unpublished chapters.

It was while doing that when I stumbled upon what's probably the first scene I wrote right the moment I signed up on the page for the first time (around 3 a.m. in an specially cold night of winter). It brought some memories and I felt it would be nice to share it.

Since I thought about it as an opening, I will put it first and then the context. Enjoy.

-Nothing lasts forever.-

It was a silent night, almost nopony was awake. Almost.

A mare covered in rags of different shades of purple with a mask seemingly covering her face was crawling in the empty streets of Ponyville. She had an arrow tip on her shoulder an her right hind leg sported a deep knife cut. More than that, whatever piece of her body not covered in fabric had a cut, a bruise or a burn. She was barely moving, in a slow but constant fight to keep advancing.

-This is the end. This is my end.-

The pain was bigger than anything she could imagine. She didn't need any examination to know she was dying. Knowing that this was her last action in the world gave her the strength to continue. She looked down at the death's face with insolence, never giving up.

-At least I managed to do some good for a change.-

She was getting closer to her destination. Through the blurriness of her vision, her eyes outlined a familiar place. A refuge. A hideout. A home.

A tomb.

Every step was a battle against herself. The hell of war condensed in every single motion. The temptation to lie down and led death claim her was becoming stronger as her own strength decreased with each tired breath.

-I can't die before telling someone that I did this one thing right. I. Will not. Die a villain.-

A thunder cracked in the distance. Rain swiftly followed it. The mare welcomed the water falling from the sky as a gift. The sounds of water falling around her was like one last chorus before the long silence she was about to face. It was enough to give her the strength for that last stepe before collapsing in front of a door.

With was probably the last quick move of her life, the mare stomped her hoof against the door of the Golden Oak Lybrary. A faint voice answered from the inside.

-My name is Trixie Lulamoon.-

A purple unicorn opened the door and saw the dying mare in front of her. "Trixie!"

-I'm not the first mare to call herself Mare-Do-Well.-

"Trixe, What happened to you?!" The unicorn used her magic to get the fallen mare inside.

-I tell myself that there will be a next one.-

"Spike! Spike come here quick!" Twilight was panicking as Trixie stopped moving. Her chest was barely even moving as she coughed and spit blood to the side.

-And I hope whoever she or he may be, they do better at it than I have.-

Trixie opened her mouth one last time. "Di-diary." She was trembling, trying desperately to rise up her voice. Twilight noticed this, so she turned her hear closer to Trixie's snout. "U-Under my bed."

Trixie went limp after that as she exhaled one last time. Darkness took her in its cold embrace.

This was the in extrema res opening for Ponyville's Knight, which is the never published prototype for Mare-Do-Well Strikes! (now cancelled).

The main concept about this fic was going to be Trixie facing her identity. Her own self perception and how did everyone else see her. At the beginning of the story, post-Magic Duel, she would appear back in Ponyville in look for a place to settle low for a while. All because Twilight's forgiveness was the first kindness she ever received in years, which she interpreted as a sign.

Eventually, the consequences of Magic Duel would hit hard as nopony in town trusts her, except for the Mane Six. With the entire town mistrusting her, she ends up living on Twilight's couch, trying to figure out her place in life, even pondering if she really is as bad as everyone says. The culmination of that would Trixie trying to prove herself she's able to do good if the opportunity arises. She goes out at night, masked, and does some hero-ing (half-rescues, hlaf-crime stopping) and ponies associate her with the old Mare-Do-Well icon, which she ends up adopting.

Of course, as the prologue suggests, Trixie ends up biting more than he could chew. I never really outlined what happened right before the prologue, but I always thought about it as a faux finale. Trixie would survive, but forced to go into hiding. Years later, a new mare would have appeared in Ponycity (at least a decade later) and from there it would be pretty much Miller's DKR with softer elements.

Maybe one day I could get to write it, but not going to happen anytime soon. Hope you still enjoyed and that my early words aren't too cringe-inducing.

Comments ( 2 )

We all began somewhere. It was pretty cool of you to show this.

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