Chapter 1: In Which Trixie is Lazy
Twilight's eyes narrowed into thin ovals as she studied the crude drawing adorning the door that was blocking her path. It depicted, with thick, straight lines, what she supposed must have been a three-legged pony. The pitiful creature had an amorphous mid-section and stick-legs that jutted out at right angles from it's “body”. Its head—crowned by a purple triangle with a smattering of gold stars—was an equally bulbous blob with a barely discernible “face” that consisted of two black dots for eyes, and one rather squiggly line that Twilight guessed to be its “mouth”. Across its back lay a wavy purple rectangle covered, like the triangle, in gold stars. At the end of the it were a series of thin black lines that seemed to indicate it was supposed to billowing, as if being blown by wind. The whole thing had been drawn on the back of a book cover—The Seven Ponies of Wisdom. She could tell by the thickness of the material, and by the fact that, in fine print, it had The Seven Ponies of Wisdom stamped on the lower right-hand corner.
She continued to examine the picture, noting that it had been colored in by, what appeared to be, colored wax. Several times the color would spill from its confines and onto the blank spaces, making the picture look like it had blurred edges in many places. Beneath the drawing were a series of words, a warning to all how dared enter. In large, bold letters it said: “TRIXIE'S ROOM—KEEP OUT!” Twilight chuckled as she noticed that the “M” in “ROOM” and—on a separate line—the “T” in “OUT” had been squashed against the margins of the page, leaving them looking much thinner than their brothers. Her chuckle turned to a groan however, as she noticed, in tiny letters flanked by parentheses, an addendum to the message.
“especially Twilight Sparkle” was written in red lettering just beneath the warning, and with “Twilight” crossed out so that it read “especially Sparkle”. Twilight rolled her eyes before noticing a second addendum: “and Spike too”. She sighed, her face sagging into droopy frown. She could hear faint sounds coming from the door; it was the sound of someone rustling through a drawer and tossing objects around. Twilight winced as she heard the shattering sound of glass hitting the floor. Silence reigned for a few seconds, then—more rustling as Trixie began rummaging through her drawers again. Twilight raised her hoof slowly, her face contorting into a look of apprehension. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in deeply through her nose. Letting her breath out slowly she knocked on the door quietly.
No answer.
Twilight's eyes narrowed as her brow furrowed. Her lips tightened, forming a thin line. She raised her hoof again, staring at the the “pony” in front of her. She rapped her hoof against the door, harder this time, rattling the picture.