Her eyes surveyed the landscape with an unwavering resolve. She had traveled long and far, dodging the laughing of those lesser than herself. She had been ridiculed, persecuted, and mocked on more than one occasion. But here… Here is where she would start a new life.
Her cloak, ragged and filled with the many tears of travel, fluttered in the wind as a heavy rain fall descended upon her, drenching her once majestic clothes in water. A pointed purple hat, once lovingly stitched with stars and crescent moons, hung limply against the side of her saddened face, accenting the frown as she ran forward towards a pub that sat on the shores of whatever town she had stumbled into.
The pub was warm and welcoming, only a few stallions stood by the fireplace, their glistening armor suggesting of their rank. She walked past them with her head held high, ignoring the snickering of one as she passed. She quickly took a seat at the table and sighed, tossing her hat off as she waited for somepony to serve her.
What came however, was something even she did not expect.
A tall creature approached, walking on two legs like a minotaur, but lacked the coat of one. Strangely this creature lacked barely any fur at all. It stood as tall as Celestia herself, but lacked all of the regality as it tapped a quill against it’s dirty apron as two deep blue eyes gazed down at her.
It’s dress was strange as well, clothing adorned it from foot to neck, leaving only the arms and the head bare of any cloth. The mare sat up straight to address the waiter.
“The Great and Powerful Trixie demands food and drink strange creature!” Trixie proclaimed with an elegant wave of her hoof.
The creature rolled it’s eyes and tugged at its small patch of fur on it’s chin.
“The dirty and obnoxious Trix better have some bits.”
Trixie curled her mouth in a frown as she poked the creature much to its apparent discomfort.
“Do you know who I am? Are you not struck with awe?”
The creature snapped her hoof in its hand, the grip firm yet gentle, as it brought its face to hers and frowned.
“Listen, I may not have been here long, but I can already tell you and I aren’t seeing eye to eye. So I’ll tell you now, I don’t serve vagrants and bums so if you don’t have the bits then stop dirtying my floors.”
Trixie stared slack jawed at the snarling creature and pulled back her hoof. She never recalled being stood up by any matter of creature, she was far to powerful.
“Trixie assures you she has plenty of bits, but will only give them when she receives proper sustenance.”
The creature stood tall and looked down at her with a skeptical scowl before sighing and scratching the top of his head. He then walked back to the kitchen and disappeared, drawing the stallions from the fireplace to Trixie’s table.
“Hey there, aren’t you that unicorn that vanquished the Ursa-Minor?” One asked with a thick undertone of sarcasm.
The other laughed as he wrapped a hoof around her shoulders. The disgusting scent of jura filled the air around her as he breathed heavily, pressing his chest against her.
“Why don’t you show all of us just how great and powerful you are in bed huh? I’m sure a powerful unicorn like yourself would have no trouble with three guards of the princess.”
Trixie shuddered and tried to break free but found the other two surrounded her and blocked off an escape. She closed her eyes and tried to focus her power on a simple teleportation spell, but quickly found her horn shot only an array of sparks much to the amusement of the guards.
“Oh that’s pretty! Now lets show you our horns!” The apparent leader yelled as he pulled at her cloak with his teeth.
“Hey!”
The three stopped and looked behind them as the creature towered over them with a tray of food and drink in one hand, the other placed on the shoulder of the one pinning Trixie to the table. Her eyes looked up with fear and the creature growled as he glared at the guards.
“Take your grimy hooves off my customer.” It growled as it’s fingers dug into the stallion.
The leader laughed and put a hoof to the floor and ground it to emphasize his desire to fight.
“And what will you do biped? You gonna take on three of Princess Celestia's guards?”
The biped placed the tray in front of Trixie and pulled a strange object from behind his back, which was secured by it’s apron drawstring. The object was cylindrical and almost as tall as Trixie herself, with various dents along the shaft.
“No, I’m going to beat the shit out of three of the princesses guards. You know what this is called? This is a bat, bartenders where I come from use them to deal with obnoxious customers like you and let me tell you, in the hands of a man like myself it can be a very powerful tool.”
With that he swung the bat in a swift arc and met the guards helmet with the bat, his head flying to the left as his body followed. Quickly releasing the grip on Trixie the other guard rushed to head butt him but found his neck being pinned as the man swung to ride his back, using the bat as a reign.
“Giddy-up boy!” He yelled as the guard bucked him around.
With a quick leap the man landed on one of the tables and leaped over the guard, planting a swift kick into the side of his face. With two of the guards out he glared to the third and pointed menacingly at him.
“You next?”
Trixie looked over to see the guard in question let loose a thin stream of urine on the floor as he dashed out of the bar, his wings flapping wildly as he took to the rain strewn skies.
“You… You will regret that! When we inform the princess…”
The man groaned and produced a scroll from his pocket, unfurling it for the guard to see.
“Do you know what this is?”
The guard stared with an open mouth and let loose a few explicative’s before the man slammed the tip of his bat into the floor.
“Get out.”
The guard still looking horrified raced from the pub along with his partner, shattering the glass window and overturning tables as they fled. With a heavy sigh the man slumped into a seat, looking to the shattered room before rubbing his eyes with a free hand.
Trixie without any thought in her mind, looked to all the wreckage and looked back to the man, this strange creature had single-handedly taken out three of Celestia's royal guards.
Without even speaking she fled out the door, leaving the strange creature alone in a wrecked pub. She raced through the rain with her eyes wide from fear, disbelief, and…
What was this emotion?
She cringed and spoke out loud as if to herself.
“The Great and Powerful Trixie does not know guilt! Trixie does not!”
She was unable to complete her thought as she cried out in pain, tripping over a branch as her hoof twisted painfully. She looked up as her face became caked in mud as a small shack came into view. Trixie brought herself up with a grunt as she paced to the house, pushing open the door as she collapsed on a carpet, not even looking around or caring who owned it.
“Trixie just… Trixie just need to rest…”