So Luna looks up at the moon and smiles, Trixie’s on the floor, eyes closed and chest heaving, and I’m standing there gawking like an idiot. Don’t get me wrong, I’m as relieved as anypony else that we aren’t all doomed, but something’s bothering me. A little itch in the back of my brain that won’t stop screaming about how there’s an element that doesn’t add up. Then it clicks.
Trixie’s still wearing the red cape. I start hyperventilating, worrying my head off that the universe is gonna be torn asunder, when Trixie peels an eye open and smiles at me with it. She lifts one hoof a few inches off the ground and does a little wave. “Ta-daa,” she rasps, and with a soft glow the red drains right out of the fabric, leaving behind the starry purple we all know and love. I stare blankly for a second or two before the second click.
I collapse in a heap of laughter. Oh, she got me good she did. That’s one for the history books. Or, it would be. Should be. Whatever. Easily the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen anypony pull, and after all the nonsense that’s gone down recently, that’s saying something. In fact, it’s so damn good that I think it’s worth slogging through an explanation so you can understand. I’ll try to keep the theatrics to a minimum and only embellish the truth when absolutely necessary. Trixie’s the showpony, not me. I love that mare so, so much.
Y’know, I never used to believe in that “love conquers all” stuff, but I don’t think I have much of a choice anymore. Not after today. Er... yesterday. Next Tuesday. Whichever it is. Oy vey, I have no idea how to go about explaining this.
I would start at the beginning, but that’d turn into a mess real quick. Can’t very well start at the end either. This is gonna be real tricky to manage properly, but I’ll try to tell this little tale in an order that’ll make some sense. I'll probably fail.
This is the story of how Trixie and I fell in love, destroyed Equestria, saved Equestria, and saved Equestria again. But not exactly in that order because time travel ruins everything.