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// Rarity 
// Story: A Not so Peace of Mind 
// by trinidream 
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Meanwhile in FillyDelphia:
Rarity could sense something wasn’t right from the start. She opened her eyes and noticed the sleeping mask wasn’t on her face like before. “Spike? I-” She stopped herself when her accent didn’t ring into tone. “Spike!” Rarity screamed and popped a hoof out and screamed then. “Why am I blue!” She fell out of bed and another little dragon broke her fall.
The dragon was white with a yellow belly and yellow spikes on his head. He did share a few characteristics with Spike but wasn’t anything near the purple dragon she knew and loved. “What are you talking about Trin, it’s me!” The dragon’s voice was stuffy, and was almost the same pitch as Spike’s voice but a tone higher. “What’s gotten into you?” He asked.
“What?” The blue pony was agast. She lifted her hoof off the ground and heaved. “Where am I?” She yelled. This accent didn’t suit her at all.
“You are in your bedroom.” The little dragon whispered. “Okay, let’s go over the five questions. Starting with Who.” 
Rarity tried listening to the dragon but when her eyes met a vanity mirror in the room her hearing just went to ringing. She started screaming when she saw her real reflection.
Then, a little pony showed up at the door. “Trinity, why are screaming?” The pony was about Sweetie Belle’s age but didn’t look anything like her either. “Whimsical what’s wrong with her?” The little pony asked the dragon.
“I don’t know...” 
The filly had a yellow coat, blue eyes and a brown mane. She was a very skinny filly but didn’t look unhealthy.
“What?” Trinity breathed.
Whimsical could only sigh. “Again...Let’s go over the five questions. Who, you are Trinity Dream...” Whimsical smiled.
“Trinity Dream?” The name didn’t ring any bells so it couldn’t have been something she did. “Wha-Who-where!” Rarity immediately felt faint and lightheaded.
“Trinity!” Whimsical looked at the pony as she had turned a paler blue than normal. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” 
The mare fell unconscious and both the dragon and the filly yelled a name that was not hers.



When Trinity awoke she found herself with the same dragon looking at her. She rested her head on her hoofs and grunted. “You mean it wasn’t a dream?” She laughed insanely.
“No...” The dragon spoke. “What’s gotten into you?” 
Rarity sighed trying not to scream again. “You sound like you have a cold...” She pointed to the dragon.
The dragon gasped and stomped his foot. “You know that’s a egg-defect. Remember, it’s the way you hatched me!” He yelled.
Rarity went wide-eyed and took a step back. “Okay, you don’t have to yell...”
The dragon sighed and tried to calm down.
“Are you Trinity?” The little filly asked.
The mare snorted a little but then lightened up. “No, I don’t believe I am...” Rarity finally stated.
“Oh...” The filly sighed. 
She looked at the little filly and then at the dragon. “Mind telling me the five questions?”
“Who, Trinity Dream...” The dragon repeated as he sat down on the floor. “What, a pony...but I am guessing you already were! But you are a unicorn...” He trailed off thinking of another one. “Where, you are in Fillydelphia, the corner of Equestria.”
“Fillydelphia? Oh my...” The blue pony put a hoof to her mouth. “I am from Ponyville...” She frowned.
“You’re from the country!” The small filly squealed.
That made Rarity smile. The big squeal from the young pony made Rarity feel more at home. She couldn’t help but think that this young filly would get along well with Sweetiebelle. Then, Rarity didn’t think she could feel more homesick in her entire life. 
“Well, we’ll have to go there and see if we can meet up with someone who can help us...” Whimsy finished.
“Yes. I know a pony!” Rarity smiled. “We just need to get to Ponyville. But you wouldn’t happen to know how? Would you?”
“No.” The dragon stated. “I mean, Trinity did this before at a fair in Canterlot but there was a great and powerful unicorn to help.” 
“Canterlot? Who was the great and powerful unicorn?” Rarity leaned in toward Whimsical.
“I don’t know she could have been an alicorn too...I just don’t remember....” He finished.
Rarity growled and stomped her hoof. “Oh, this is the most worst possible thing!” She went and fell onto the floor and the two watched her confused.
“You are the most strangest pony I have ever met...” The little filly told her. “Not counting Gold Doubloon in school...” The filly trailed off.
“Gold Doubloon?” He sounded like a pirate pony.
“Yeah. He’s really weird...” The filly rolled her eyes and sighed. “Anyways, my name is Sweet Dream!” The filly squealed. “...and I have a quill as a cutiemark!” She showed off her flank and smiled. “I love to write stories!”
Rarity smiled. “Hmm... Now what does this cutiemark stand for?” Rarity gestured to the one on Trinity’s flank.
Sweet Dream squinted. “I don’t know. Me and Trinity think it means astral travel or dream travel but we’re not sure. She’s been taunted by it ever since she earned it...” 
“Oh.” Rarity Sighed.
“What’s your name?” Whimsy asked.
Rarity smiled and flipped Trinity’s mane. “My name is Rarity!” She struck a pose and snorted. “This accent...” She sighed. “I want my accent back!” 
“You have an accent?” Sweet Dream squealed. “Is it a country accent? Ooh! A western accent? Oh, I always wanted one of those!” The young filly exclaimed. “How do ah look in thes hat!” She began to talk in what was a mimic of AppleJack’s voice.
Rarity laughed. “No. I don’t have a western accent, but I do know somepony who does. I have a more sophisticated accent.” Rarity sighed.
“Oh!” The filly scoffed.
“What?” Rarity walked around Trinity’s room and then her stomach growled. “What do you have for breakfast?” 
“Oh well, we usually eat breakfast out on these days...” The little filly trailed off.
Meanwhile, Whimsy was thinking. “Rarity, Rarity... I have heard that name somewhere...” 
“Really? Where?”
Whimsy shrugged. “Oh, I think Trinity was talking about you. Ya see, she went to Canterlot upon hearing about this other Princess’ coronation. I didn’t get to go though. She was talking about this beautiful white and purple pony next to the princess-”
“That was me!” Rarity was stunned. Out of all the ponies that she could have noticed she chose Rarity. Fluttershy was gorgeous too. After all, she did have the longest mane out of all of them. Then again, Rarity was wearing a fabulous dress that day, but so was everypony else. 
“Oh. Maybe that’s why her powers chose you as a target.” Whimsy thought.
“What?”
“When Trinity loses control of her powers, she can transfer herself into their body but the only side affect is they get switched to her place. Which, is a very bad thing if you don’t know the person...” Sweet Dream told her.
“Oh.” Rarity trailed off.
From downstairs they heard a yell. “Come on girls, time to go work on the house!” A stallion’s voice shouted.
“What?” Rarity gasped.
“Our dad’s in the construction, renovation and real estate business! He let’s the whole family chip in and help. He was really looking forward to me getting a hammer as a cutiemark...” Sweet dream trailed off.
“Work? Construction work?” Rarity breathed.
Whimsy patted her on the leg. “It’s not that bad... All you do is paint, fill holes and...” Whimsy had to think. “Well, I only know because Trinity talks about the dreadful day she had to go through.”
“Oh Fun...” Rarity growled.
“Don’t worry! We get to listen to music and it’s not as bad as you think! Also, we get to stop at Timberwolf Hill for breakfast!” The filly squealed. “it’s not what you think...” Sweet Dream frowned.
“What?” 
“It’s a wagon stop. You can order sandwiches and buy food. Like a mini mart!” The filly squealed again.
“Alright...”
“Girls!” A grown mare yelled from the stairs which could have been their mother. “Your father is growing impatient!” 
“Coming!” Sweet Dream yelled. “Just stick by me, and you should be fine.” 
“Okay... But when are we going to Ponyville?” Rarity really wanted to meet this Trinity who was now occupying her own body.
Whimsy huffed. “That’s going to be a problem. After all, who knows your friends could be coming here...” The dragon looked around. “We could meet up at the train station once you guys are done for the day?”
Rarity then had an idea. “Wait, can you send letters?” If Spike could send letters through the air, maybe Whimsy could do the same.
“I don’t know...” Whimsy clawed at the ground. “I never did it before.”
“Girls!” Their Parents downstairs were obviously getting impatient. “If you don’t get down here this instant! I am coming up and dragging you down! What are you doing?”
“We’ll talk about this later! Now, go!” Whimsy ushered them out of Trinity’s bedroom and shut the door.
The mares walked downstairs and they looked at their mother sheepishly. Rarity was trying her best to play along.
“What were you girls doing?” Their Mother asked. She was a white unicorn like Rarity, with a brown and purple mane. She had a fringe similar to Trinity’s but it was a little curled out.
“We were...” The little filly tried to come up with an excuse.
“Styling our manes! Have to look good!” Rarity finished.
The mother sighed. “Well, your father’s waiting at the wagon so get out there!” She pushed both of the young ponies outside and they all got in the wagon. 
“About time...” The stallion growled. 
“That’s dad...He can have a temper...” Sweet Dream mumbled under her breath.
Rarity sighed at the events to come.
“Your brother is going to meet us at the house.” The stallion told them and wagon began moving. Rarity began to take in everything. Fillydelphia was a bustling city, a little calmer and nicer than Manehatten. There was a couple of tool boxes in the wagon with them along with some buckets of water.
The stallion pulling the wagon was the same coat color as Sweet Dream. A butterscotch yellow. He also had a dark brown mane just like Butterscotch too and was a little on the buffer side of things. She couldn’t see his eyecolor though. He just kept looking forward an unsettling anger waving through the air.
She began noticing everyone’s cutie marks. Trinity’s mom’s was a spatula, obviously cooking was her talent. She already knew that a quill was Sweet Dream’s. Her dad’s cutiemark was a hammer and a nail. It didn’t surprise her much though, Sweet Dream did say he was hoping for her to get a construction cutiemark too.
They arrived at the wagon stop and Rarity growled. “I hope they have salads...” She sighed.
“Better get an egg sandwich... That’s what Trinity gets, with haybacon on it!” 
“Eww heh eww!” Rarity just shivered at the thought. “Well, I want a salad.”
“What? It’s yummy!” She licked her lips.
“I am getting a salad and a tea!” The unicorn walked into the store.
“Okay... But you’ll seem weird...” The filly mumbled. "Trinity also likes iced coffee... I can't stand it though..." She stuck out her tongue obviously showing disgust.
Rarity sighed. "Oh well..." She trailed off. "I don't care."