//------------------------------// // Pre-round: Trixie // Story: Know your Mare // by overlord-flinx //------------------------------// Know your-- "Rejected!" from down below on the single spotlight lit stage, a little filly wearing a hat much too big for her own head threw a hoof up in said rejection. What--? "Stop talking! I, the gweat and powaful Twixie, will tell you when you may speak." ... "..." ... "...Well?" Well--? "I said no tawking till I tell--" Enough... I'm starting up the show... "You will not do a single thing unwess I tell--" Trixie... ...lives in her hat... "How do you live in a hat? You were hats. Stupid." Then why is your hat twice the size of your head...? "Because my head isn't fat wike yours, grammy." Why you little... Trixie... ...Will grow up to be-- "The gweatest and most poweweful wizard in the world. Yeah, Twixie knows that already." Ah... Young dreams... ...Before reality crushes them... "Can you not remember yours? You are old..." I'm not old you pint-sized-- Never mind... Trixie... ...will never amount to anything... "Nooooo... Twixie will amount to everything. She will not grow up to be a wrinkly old bag like you." STOP CALLING ME-- ...No... You know what? You're right... You will amount to something... "Duh." So much so... I'll help you out... "How?" By giving you this... At that moment, a book landed before the filly Trixie. "What is it?" It's a book of the greatest spell of all time... Trixie picked the book up with a twinkle of her horn and turned towards the police box stationed beside her on the stage. As she walked in and began to close the door, she gave a look up into the darkness. "What's 'boasting'?" But before she could be given an answer, the door slammed shut. It's Changeling for payback you hack! ... ...Thank the Makers that the boys aren't here to hear me talk like that... "Yes! I'm glad you taught me about wubs. Very fascinating stuff, but I am very sorry. I will not in this life or in any other life buy Venetian Sunglasses from you!"