“Doest thou realize what thy has done?” boomed Princess Luna, the volume and power behind her voice blowing back Trixie Lulamoon’s mane. Trixie, for her part, merely swept it back into place with a hoof once the echoes had subsided.
“Of course the Great and Powerful Trixie does. She is not stupid, Princess.”
“We could debate that,” said Luna, rolling her eyes, “but now is not the time. Thy clearly has something wrong in thy brain, to think that this would be worth what thou got out of it.” Princess Luna motioned with a hoof at the rampant chaos visible out of the window. Discord’s unhinged laughter echoed throughout the cotton-candy-cloud filled sky, and a trio of buffalo wearing tutus tinkled by.
“Trixie will make no apologies for making the choice she did.”
“You had no right to give our world to Discord, little pony. You will now explain why you did so.” Luna’s tone made it perfectly clear to Trixie that if the princess found her answer lacking in any way, she wouldn’t need to worry about Discord, or even leaving Canterlot Castle. Trixie swallowed nervously, and began her explanation.
“When Princess Twilight was killed on that mission in the southern badlands, Trixie looked for a way to bring her back. Trixie didn’t want to lose her only friend. But the only things that Trixie found that could subvert nature like that were Dark Magic, and Discord. And since Trixie has no inclination towards Dark Magic, she turned to Discord.”
“And the price he demanded was the world,” said Princess Luna, her eyes still narrowed dangerously, and her mouth set in a hard line.
“The world, and Trixie’s soul. But Trixie did not go into this deal blind. She did some research. For all the claims and evidence that Discord is a being of pure whim and chaos, he is bound to honour any agreement he makes. Trixie made Discord swear on his own existence that he would bring back Twilight Sparkle exactly as she was two days before she left for the mission that caused her demise, to live out the rest of her natural life.” There was an uncomfortable silence for a while, as Princess Luna evaluated Trixie’s answer.
“You have still failed to appease us, little pony. There are no circumstances under which turning to Discord and his foul magic are ever acceptable. Even to bring back a friend,” said Princess Luna. The day rapidly shifted into night, and then back into day a second later.
“But with Twilight Sparkle back, now the Elements of Harmony are able to once again imprison Discord, and correct everything,” said Trixie, “that counts for something, right?” As if on cue, there was a bright flash of light, and normality reasserted itself on the world.
“Good achieved by accident does not excuse willing evil,” intoned Luna, “You will await judgement in Canterlot Prison. I suggest that you pray that Celestia is merciful, for I will not be.”