Short scene: One last tale? · 5:49am Jun 20th, 2020
Disclaimer: It was still Friday when I began writing this blogpost, and it still is in some places at the moment of this disclaimer, so it technically counts. If not, let's just be surprised I forced a years-long writer's block in about two hours while exhausted from work. If still unsatisfied, well, that's more of a you problem, now isn't it?
So, I couldn't decide on which one to do based on abilities and time was running short. So here goes a scene in speedrun.
Alright, this is happening.
Short story scene: (I'm not pulling a whole story out of thin air... yet)
One last drink
“It’s over, isn’t it?”
Trixie couldn’t shake off the thought as she trotted down the street. The coldness of the night made her try and move slowly as to not feel the small stabs of the wind, while advancing just fast enough to escape them altogether.
However, the bite of winter didn’t really bother her. Trixie had experienced worse in her travels. Through of trips and adventures, the darkness and coldness of a winter night were old companions for her. She welcomed the absence of light and warmth.
It was the absence of company what she had troubles resisting. Loneliness, while she was once accustomed to it, she never really tolerated to be alone. She needed to be seen. To be heard. To be known. If the world didn’t acknowledge Trixie, then did she really exist?
As she reached the end of her lonely path, she turned around with a sharp gesture and entered a dark alley next to an old cinema. Trixie wasn’t a particularly old mare, yet. She felt vigorous and strong. Even the few hairs on her mane that lost their silver and turned a darker shade of gray she welcomed as a mark of experience and maturity, rather than age.
But she still felt old when she remembered the cinema used to be a theater when she was a filly. It wasn’t that much of a different in a way, but for her, it was really a reminder of how time waits for no one. And how the world she was born into barely existed anymore outside her memories.
Sighing at the involuntary meditation, Trixie looked back at the entrance of the alley from its end. She gave the street a small smile of acknowledgement before looking ahead again, letting the street and its absent content to cease to exist in her mind. As her gaze rose up, the cinema and the alley did the same, leaving only one element in Trixie’s world.
The black door.
Not many beings would see that door, much less acknowledge. Neither would they see the exact same doors in similar out-of-view places across many towns, cities and realms. No, not doors. Just one single red door painted black. Trixie put her hoof on the knob, but she didn’t have to turn it. The door recognized her, and it opened itself for her to enter freely and of her own free will.
One last step and Trixie crossed into Oblivion.
The first Trixie knew was the smells. It was tobacco mixed with alcohol. As her eyes turned to the new lighting, she saw the yellow and red tint over the place. Her memory took note of the company awaiting for her in there. Phantom strangers and specters. Gods and monsters. Lost souls and revenants.
They brought her peace to her troubled and tired mind. Trixie always took pride of the power of having a hoof in a world where the princesses had no domain. Magic ran free in Equestria, all right, but there was still something else behind the shadows. Beyond Princess Twilight’s knowledge. Beyond Princess Cadance wisdom. Beyond Princess Celestia’s light and beyond Princess Luna’s reign over the night, there was the occult. And Trixie was part of it for longer than she cared to remember.
“Trixie Silverlight Lulamoon,” she bar-stallion greeted her as Trixie approached the bar. “You finally join this austere company?”
Trixie had to suppress a snicker. This grey unicorn whom proclaimed himself ‘austere’ used to be a despot ruler and master of shadow magic. Yet here he was, spending another life in a position of service.
“Maestre Sombra”, Trixie greeted back while sitting down. “I guess you’re the new master of Oblivion?” She pointed at a bottle behind the stallion, who turned around to take it in his magic and serve two shots of its green, glowing content.
“First drink on the house, as always.” Both nodded at each other and drank their shots. He didn’t even flinch, but she had to shake her head at the taste of the little drop of poison.
“So,” he said when she opened her eyes again. “You finally came to join us.”
Trixie turned on her chair and looked over Oblivion. The bar’s atmosphere was one of a kind. A little dark, a little sinister. As with her drink, her prospect of company was laced with just enough poison to feel it, but not enough to harm.
She began recognizing some faces, even. Would-be conquerors and destroyers of worlds, sharing drinks and stories with the same heroes and saviors that opposed them. Demons and sages exchanging agreements, as well as travelers resting one last time. Lines like good, evil, harmony or chaos had little weight at the end. At Oblivion.
Trixie could easily see herself among them.
She looked down, letting her witch hat cover her eyes as she smiled with jagged teeth, turning around just enough to see the stallion out of the corner of her eye.
“Nah,” she answered. “I was just curious how this place looked.”
She let out a more honest smile while remembering the only face she wanted to see in the only place that still existed for her.
“The world still has thing in it for me.”
It wasn’t the end.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Awesome! More! More Trixie!
loved it
Trixie doesn't refer to herself in the third-person.... Therefore she's a fake!
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She was my signature character when I used to write regularly. So, if I manage to keep up the weekly updates, then yes, you will get more Trixie, eventually.
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Glad to hear it.
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That has to be my favorite detail to play with when writing Trixie. My headcanon is that she keeps it up as a persona, but the moment it's too serious, or she wants to sound more honest, she drops the act momentarily.
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the great and powerful trixe is always the answer, hope this is the start of beating that writer block
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I hope so too. Let's see next week.