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// The Dream (Part 8: Pink!!) 
// Story: Undisclosed Desire 
// by Dark Enigma 
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	"Time", says Ure, "is the movement of space around the universe. As space moves forward--well, in a spiral around its focal point--everything in it ages. This urn is a pocket of space separate from the universe. So, by controlling its spin, time will move faster or slower according to your will. The spell to do so is simple though if the pocket of space is bigger, it'll take more energy naturally. Simply, focus on the focal point of the space you want to age, then turn it around that point."

"Okay," says Trixie with her horn glowing and sparking, "Trixie will give it a shot."

"Oh, one more thing. If you try to turn it backwards, the space around the space you are trying to turn will jar up. Think of it as a gear trying to go against other gears."

"You think the Great and Powerful Trixie is a simpleton? There's nothing Trixie can't do."

A deep-throated chuckle escapes Ure. "Very well, continue."

With a smile, she releases her magic and attaches it to the very fabric of space. With it securely fastened, Trixie begins to turn it--slowly. There is no immediate change, but Trixie knows just outside her urn time is moving really fast--she can feel it move after all.

Satisfied of where time is, Trixie stops her spell. She sighs, obviously proud of completing the task without Ure's help. "See, Trixie did not lie."

"No, you did not. The next lesson will be altering space directly. But for now, your master calls upon you."

Trixie's smile doesn't disappear as the urn's light cloaks her and expunges her from its bowels. Behind the flurry of smoke--as she materializes--voices can be heard interweaving through the flurry. Only one is familiar, the one she shared memories with.

Trixie appears in a what looks like a tent but is much larger. Towards the end is a large desk seating three ponies drowning in their own wrinkles. Behing her is her master, Silver Streak.

"So this is the all-powerful genie. She doesn't seem like much." A brown earth mare rubs her eye glass to get a better look at Trixie.

"Hmm, yes," says her neighbor--a stallion of dark blue mane and cyan pelt, "she is rather young-looking. She isn't even an alicorn. How do we know she can take down the Great and Powerful Tricky?"

"What?!" says Trixie. "That's my line!"

"Quiet! We will get to you soon." The leftmost mare spits at her, her white mane curling as she does.

"Excuse me!" taunts Trixie. "But some old hags and graying stallions will not order Trixie around. Trixie should just turn you all to ash right now. It'll be much more merciful than what time is doing to you."

"Trixie, please," says Silver Streak. "The elders are the leaders of this village. Don't anger them more than you already have."

Trixie snaps the tip of her mane at the elders as she turns to her master. "What did Trixie do? Trixie has never met these old fools."

Silver looks down at his hooves. "I-It wasn't so much you, but the wish you granted me."

"So this is your fault," says Trixie.

Silver sighs. "Yes..."

"Than why is Trixie the center of their anger--don't get Trixie wrong, it's only befitting for Trixie to get attention, but this is not the attention she deserves."

"Young lady," says the white maned mare. "We will not have this kind of attitude in our village!"

Trixie tilts her head at her. "I'd like to see you stop the Great and Powerful Trixie. Now that's better than Tricky," says Trixie, putting extra disgust in her sister's name.

The elder mare stands to her hooves so fast, her chair flies off behind her, which surprises Trixie. She didn't expect the mare to have that much strength.

The last pony who hasn't spoken yet--a black stallion with a snowy mane--lifts his hoof at the elder mare. "Easy Agnes," he says. "The great one approaches. She'll know what to do with--this." He notions to Trixie.

Trixie rolls her eyes at him, but soon freezes at a very, very familiar voice. And she knows now why she shut her up all that time ago in Ponyville.

"Trixie?!" A wrinkly, pink earth mare walks in, her mane straight but quickly springs to life, which surprises everypony in the room, including Trixie. "It's me! Pinkie Pie!"

Trixie nervously smiles. "Hey... you."