Anonymous pulled the cart from behind himself, it was nice. It was like driving, only bumpier and he’s the engine to his own car.
Now he wonders if he could create an engine to ensure he never has to do this again, or perhaps he could be really evil and destabilize the taxi industry with an engine, but nah, Capitalism is too evil.
“Trixie is failing to understand. Why healing magic?” Trixie is peeking out the window to her cart, looking down at Anonymous’s back as she practices naps for her performance.
“You ever do math?”
“Yes, Trixie does extensive work on ensuring her financial account is stable.” She puts a hoof to her chest and fluffs outwards.
“Not what I meant, but good for you! I’m more of talking about how math works, you know. Positive and Negative.”
“Ugh.” She looks away and hides herself back into the cart. “Trixie thoughts she’d get to avoid those types of spell casting.”
“It’s important to keep your spell casting within a reasonable range.”
“Trixie does not follow.”
“Just think it like school.”
“Trixie already graduated from Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns!” She blurts out all of a sudden.
“I didn’t ask, but good to know.” Anonymous kept his polite happy voice, it didn’t really matter to him, but hey! A pony named Celestia has a school! Good to know.
“It’s a hallmark of any good Unicorn.” Trixie strikes a dramatic pose, sparkles shimmer around her as she does so.
He remains unimpressed but is starting to notice a pattern, she’s been trying to say things that impress him. It isn’t really working, but hey, every teacher needs at least one annoying student!
“Neat, anyway, reason why Healing Magic first is to patch up anything you may, fuck up. It’s also an exercise on channeling healing through your body so you can cast it through your limbs instead of through the medium.”
“The medium?”
“The horn.”
“Oh…wait. You call it a Medium? Were you taught by non-ponies?”
“It’s what they are, technically, an appendage that allows the user to channel their mana into a singular point to cast a spell. Instead of a fancy stick or a fancier bigger stick, we can just use the horn.” He ignored her second question.
“Trixie feels like she’s in Magic Kindergarten again…what happened to casting the powerful spells or are you just a scammer hoping for a bed!?”
“You can’t handle my strongest spells Young Unicorn.”
“Trixie can handle your strongest spells! Trixie is a show mare!”
“Unicorn, you can’t handle my spells they’re too strong for you right now.”
“Trix-“
“Yeah, yeah. I get it. ‘I’m strong! I’m powerful! I’m great!’ Enough of that.” He mocks her voice as she stops the cart. “Just, get with the training here. You have to commit to learning how to use your entire body for spells! It’s all about the lungs and mantras. Not just the will to fight.”
“You said it was about math!”
“Yeah, that too. Magic’s lot of things.”
“Trixie finds this too complicated. Why can’t you just teach me a strong spell! Trixie can’t woo ponies with healing magic!”
“Sure you can, just break a leg.”
“That’s a saying!”
“No, I mean actually break a leg and walk it off.”
“W-What kind of show do you usually run.”
“The ones where I make money, and judging by your attitude, daddy’s money is all you have.”
“That’s it! Get off of Trixie’s cart! Trixie can handle her own show!”
“Alright, then I guess I’m stopping here and I’—“ Anonymous paused and noticed a faint pink hue surround him. Then lift him up in the air and toss him aside. “Hey, hey, hey! Woah!” He tumbled and landed against a tree, sliding down the bark. She used a surprising amount of magic upon his body, he couldn’t even absorb the magic in time to nullify the grab.
“Good riddance! I hope to never see you again!” Trixie hooked herself up to the cart and rushed to the village at a new speed that was slightly faster than his pulling. In the distance he could hear her grumble. “Nopony makes fun of Trixie’s dad…”
“She’ll see me in a few hours…” Anonymous muttered, feeling his tail twitch. “Lots of power but very, VERY imprecise. Wasted too much magic trying to grab and throw me.” A pine cone landed on his head. Shaking him free of any real thoughts.
“Oh yeah! The village, I can probably be homeless!” He gave it some thought, realizing how terribly boring that could be. “I’ll just say I’m a tourist following Trixie, pass that off then dip back to the capital.”
He gets back onto his hooves and stretches his back, then immediately pulsed healing through himself. “If the Sun Horse is there, then I can probably be very annoying there…hmmm, but that does leave a need to check on Moon Horse, but I’m a wanted fugitive…” His personal monologue rolls as he trots over to the village.
Twilight focused hard her horn, from the concentration gave way to a strong magenta glow. The mantras were always getting stranger and stranger. Having to repeat the sound of hair growth in her mind.
“Cmon Twilight you can…” Spike said in hopes of motivating Twilight. Then a familiar sensation filled his stomach. “Ghrk!”
The sudden sound broke Twilight’s focused and shot out a chaotic spell, giving Spike a mullet. A glorious mullet, but no matter how beautiful it is, it’s a mullet on a dragon making it glorious.
“Oops! Sorry Spike.” Twilight opened her eyes and saw the hair, it was strange. It seems the place where the hair has grown is determined by the ending mantra, but Spike isn’t looking so great. With a sudden heavy burp his hair was caught in the green magical fire, sending the spark in the air to form into a letter.
“A letter from the Princess? What could she want at this time?” Spike said, finding the letter odd.
“It could be important Spike. No matter what, the Princess has never failed me in giving me assignments, this is probably first one she has given me outside of the castle.” Twilight closed the book she had on the floor and placed it upon the table in the center with her magic, gently nudging the edge of the book to make it nice and center
“Likely. Let’s see.” Spike quickly opens the letter, unhooking the royal steal that binds the parchment.
Anonymous felt his stomach churn as he was thinking. “Blast! The prison food is getting to me! Woe is me!” He dramatically coughs into his hoof until he burps up fire from his bowels. His eyes followed the fire that escaped his maw, forming into ash and that ash swirling to create parchment paper.
His instincts over took himself as he took the paper into his magic and opened it up, his eyes scanning the contents.
“Dear Twilight Sparkle.” He reads.
”It has come to my attention that a Prisoner from Canterlot Dungeon and is on his way to Ponyville.”
”I ask you find him and make amends with him. Luna wants to make amends with the stallion.”
”Your Mentor, Princess Celestia”
“Huh…okay. Okay. Okay. Knowledge gained. Moon Horse wants me.” He chuckled to himself, the magic from the parchment does have a magical address to the receiver, might as well be funny about it.
“Okay. I need to find a mirror. This is going to be great!” He looks forward, he could only assume that is Ponyville. He is approaching a village, so…
There was a strange silence in the tree library. It hung over the two of them as Spike seemed almost red, his face trying to hold in laughter.
“What does it say Spike?”
“It just says,” He chuckles, leaning into laughter before catching himself and clearing his throat. “It just says, Dear Twilight Sparkle and there’s a picture of a butt.”
“W-W-W-WHAT?!!”
“It seems my faithful student has sent me a letter, hopefully it’s about…”
“…”
“…Well, clearly this isn’t my art.”
“Nicely drawn though…”
“I’ll save that for later.”
“It’s been about, let’s say two full hours, of my arrival to Ponyville. It seems to me like this is another usual small town,” Anonymous darts around hopping over fences, benches, and hedges. His eyes housing, they were empty. In fact all of them were empty. “Or a ghost town. I’m fine with either because someone must’ve known I went here.” He has been here for a total of twelve minutes.
Anonymous walked down the empty side roads, and alleyways, his side grazing against the wall of a sugary confectionery establishment, emerging onto a dining plaza though there’s a suspicious lack of anyone. “If it was tracking magic, I would’ve absorbed it fully by now. If someone was tracking me, then I have to work on my stealth.” His monologue has been ongoing.
He walks down across the area until he found himself on the Main Street, though it was just called Mane Street. On this street he spotted a trio of short individuals conversing. It was time, social activity!
“So were you guys actually there?” A short purple and green dragon.
“Well uh- we- uh- but-“
“But nothing, she’s nothing but a show off, unlike Twilight the proof is in the pudding.”
“Hehehe. I like pudding…” Anonymous and a lanky yellow unicorn said in unison.
“…wait.” Anonymous looked at the three, who were surprised to see a random adult appear within their conversation.
The questioning point to his direction, from the dragon. Anonymous winced at the realization that he could’ve been a dragon, he would’ve had hands!
“Who are you? Don’t tell me you’re another fan of Trixie.”
“I mean…kinda? She’s a decent looking pony, just—“
“Not what I meant!” The dragon’s face went a little flush with anger. “I meant that you believe the Ursa Major nonsense.”
“Hmmmm…eh. It would be cool to see a giant bear.” Anonymous wondered why they were naming the consolation of a bear instead of the bear itself, but considering the size of a normal bear, they must be pretty big for them. So it’s best to play it safe.
“Why is it bear naked anyway, we’re not related to bears?” The lanky yellow pony interjects.
Anonymous paused and looked at the little dude, he could swear he’s having the best time of his life right now. Baller. “…anyway.”
“Trixie did vanquish an Ursa Major.” The cubby blue one said. “She said so herself!”
“It’s not like one will walk down the street. Otherwise, Twilight is still stronger than her.” The purple dragon crossed his arms and looked away from the foal, dismissing the fellow.
Though the blue guy had an idea, “You thinkin what I’m thinkin?”
“Why this guy is here and why Pinkie isn’t doing anything about it?” The yellow horse stared at Anonymous, who just stood there.
“Well, yeah, but—agh, cmon.”
Anonymous watched the two scuttle along, without parental supervision. They’ll be fine, they’re horses, it’s not like they’ll pull out something big and scary.
“…Odd ponies.” He looked over at the dragon, who seemed to be slightly miffed. Dragons are cool, they can totally hide their emotions, they’re cold blooded after all.
“Tell me about it, they’re both totally in love with that Great and Powerful Trixie,” he mocked Trixie’s voice for a moment, “and are totally blind to her lies!”
“I’d say let them make believe, she is just a show mare or whatever she does.”
“Whatever, I’m going home.”
“Neat. You do that. I’ll go…” Anonymous watched the dragon walk off, his eyes went down to the other side of the road. “I’ll just wander I guess.”
“It’s going to be a long day.” He said to himself. His hooves taking him around the town. Ponies were now around, whatever that has been keeping them occupied probably ended for a return to day to day life.