Trixie yawned as she neared the outskirts of the capital of Equestria. Her ethereal appearance masked her aproach, but she rarely cared, flashing her image to young fillies that passed by. Their laughter and wonder at the sudden visitor always warmed her heart, though she wished that she could show it to everyone. Almost getting exorcised though was an experience she only had to have happen to her once before she decided to not be too careless.
One of her pointed ears twitched and she looked up before drifting into a small apartment complex. Within was a purple mare, a bottle in one hoof while being passed out on the floor. Trixie sighed, but another twitch of her ears made her smile. Truly one worthy of a gift from the Great and Wondrous, Trixie!
She pretended to trot along the floor as her fox nose twitched. After almost four years of being in the field, doing work that only the best of kitsune were entrusted with, Trixie had become accustomed to the stench of pain and sorrow, not that that fact made her happy. She always followed the scent though, and when she found its source, like this stupid drunkard, she would find the one most affected by it, like the little pink filly in front of her, and bestow upon them gifts.
The first was a simple blessing of luck, one all kitsune gave out. The next was that of warmth and care, to make sure their health would stay up. The last one was admittedly for Trixie though. This one was that she would look into the filly’s dreams, hoping to say hi and give them a friend to call upon when they needed her the most. Within though, she found something far more horrifying than an alcoholic.
Berry Pinch had been reliving the day when another spirit had come and seen her. Only, it wasn’t Trixie. Instead, it was a purple mare with a black cloak around her. The mare could control ice, be intangible, and had massive amounts of magical potential, at least in Berry Pinch’s eyes. To Trixie’s nose, the imprint left by the thing’s memory was that of horror, cold, and death, all that a kitsune swore to fight. Berry Pinch had been seen by a wraith, and now Trixie had a mission.
Finding her goal though, stumped her for a few moments. She had no idea where to begin searching. Sure, the dream had been in Canterlot, but it could have been weeks ago, and the monster may have long ago left. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to check. Trixie’s eyes glowed as her magic started up, and slowly a pulse of energy left her, growing faster and faster as it searched. A shiver ran through Trixie as the spell picked up the slightest traces of evil and cold, and it came directly from the castle. Ha! Trixie will be able to cleanup such a whelp almost instantly.
Trixie floated towards the castle, soon slipping through the walls and into the library where the cloaked menace sat, reading, most likely something foul and corrupt. Wait, is that– Every hair on her body stood on edge as she took in the dracolich between her hooves and wondered why in Equestria her magic didn’t pick up that! She shook the surprise away. It must already be completely passed on, or simply too weak.
She took in a deep breath, and gathered as much of her magic as she thought she could do safely. Her nose twitched as the white ball of fire grew, and then she threw it. The fireball collided with Twilight’s side, washing both monstrosities’ bodies over with fox fire. When the smoke cleared though, the mare was simply turning the page to her book.
What? I-is she ignoring me?
The barrage that soon came after had no mercy or subtlety behind it. It was simply fireballs and light spells, as fast, and as ferocious as Trixie could manage. No matter what she threw at her though, the wraith simply stayed put. With a final yell and the almost the last of her magic, she threw one last fireball, the only one directed straight towards the wraith’s face, instead of the body.
It collided against and incinerated the book.
Twilight looked up, finally noticing that it wasn’t simply the summer night making her have seemingly hot flashes. Her eyes narrowed and her body glowed. “I was reading Winnie the Pooh to my son.”
Trixie’s eyes went wide. “What? The Great and Wondrous Trixie knows most things, one of them being that a pony can’t have a dragon for a child. Now that I have your full attention though–“
“He was enjoying it. Apologize.”
Trixie blinked a few times in disbelief. “I will not! You two are vile creatures and I am here to rid Equestria of you before you can do any more damage.”
It was Twilight’s turn to blink a few times before sighing and putting her hooves around Spike. “Don’t listen to the crazy pony Spike. She lost her mind a long time ago.”
“Oh you bi-“
Trixie could have left the prison of ice, or as Twilight called it, the censor cage, at anytime, but instead, she stayed there. A second pulse of her magic sensed almost no evil, and definitely no malice, even from the monsters directly in front of her. It made no sense, and as much as it infuriated Trixie not to be able to understand, she could not deny her curiosity was piqued.
This curiosity started to die as the energy spent on her earlier spells caught up with her. Her mind started to wander, thinking of such things like how the creatures might hide their evil, how the dracolich breathed, and how the wraith’s ear might taste. Her tongue ran over her lips as her imagination had her petting the cute purple thing, growing close to her and– Wow, Trixie is far too tired for this. Recon will have to wait for another time. She took one more glance and nodded to herself. But Trixie will most definitely not be letting this… mare, out of her sight.