History of an Ancient Alicorn Amulet
lilinuyasha
Zecora scrambled about her hut, searching high and low for that one specific item she had hidden away.
“I do not think research is wise...the amulet is not meant for equine eyes.”
“I know, Zecora.” started Twilight, patiently waiting beside a pot of boiling green stew. “I just think that the more we know about it, the better we can understand. There aren’t many books on the subject. I feel like this could be a big, important part of history!”
“How do you expect to learn, if your library’s collection still yearns?”
“Well, I’ve recently discovered some spells that let me see into the past of an object or being. If I use it on the amulet, I could possibly see who wore it or created it first! Isn’t that exciting?” Twilight jumped, nearly knocking over the pot.
“I still feel uneasy. Maybe even a little queasy. But I’ve found the box in which it hides. Go, hurry to where you reside!” Zecora nearly shoved the box in Twilight’s hooves, as if the box was suddenly contaminated. She hated the situation. She hated every bit of it, and if Twilight decided she wanted to wear it out of curiosity, she wanted to be nowhere near her.
“Thanks, Zecora. I promise you, I’m not going to wear it, and no harm will come to it, me, ponyville, or Equestria.” said Twilight, mimicking Pinkie’s “Cupcake in the eye” promise.
“Off your neck, it’d better stay, or else there’ll be quite a price to pay.” Zecora stated, ladling a sip of the green goo into a cup.
“Don’t worry. I’ll have it returned soon. Thanks again, Zecora!” Twilight trotted out the door into the cold, deep, dark bitterness of the Everfree. She sighed heavily, readjusted her saddlebags, made sure the box was secure, and headed back towards Ponyville. Within 30 minutes, her castle was in sight, and she merrily trotted off towards it, humming a small tune to herself, taking note that a small thunderstorm was brewing. As she approached her castle, she gingerly pushed the door open, the setting sun behind her illuminating the halls with a pretty orange color. Yet, despite that and her friends personalities adorning various rooms, it still felt empty. She sighed, shrugged it off, and trotted off towards the castle library.
“Just a little more light...” she muttered, stepping inside. She used her magic to light the candles on the walls, brightening up the room to full illumination, much like...Golden Oak. She frowned to herself and set her saddlebags before a giant workstation in the center of the room. She set the box on the table, pulling out the magical Ancient Alicorn Amulet she had so desperately wanted to study.
“And then these...” Twilight pulled out two of her spellbooks, flipping to marked pages with the spells she had been looking into. She hadn’t practiced them yet, and she knew that was bad. Yet, she was too eager to try. “As long as I follow the instructions to a T...” she reassured herself. “Now, let’s see...”
Twilight worked her magic from the first book, touching her horn to the amulet. Whispers resounded around her.
The Great and Powerful!
Anything you can do, I can do better.
The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’t trust wheels.
Twilight knew it would only make sense to hear Trixie. That was a relatively recent event in the amulet’s past.
Would you like that giftwrapped?
The pony who sold it to her...how did it come into his possession? Why couldn’t she see anything? She could only hear these voices and memories swirl around her, but she couldn’t see faces, times, places...was it the spell? Twilight heard a woman gasp.
Oh, it’s beautiful!
I made it just for you.
Honey, you shouldn’t have!
But you’re so very worth it, my dear.
Twilight listened intently on the conversation. Something about it gave her a faint sense of nostalgia...like she had heard one of the voices before, or she had been there herself. She couldn’t quite place her hoof on it...but the voices stopped. She growled in frustration. That last snippet seemed so familiar...
“Who was that?” she yelled. “Why couldn’t I see anything?” she scoured the page for information. “‘However, using this spell on inanimate objects will generally not yield a visual experience. Sometimes, auditory will not work either. With living subjects, however, almost all trials have resulted in visual and auditory visions of the subject’s past.’Oh.” How could she have missed that? Whatever. That conversation was bothering her. She touched her horn to the amulet again, listening in on what the amulet had to say. This time, a new conversation played, with that same voice playing in the background.
I don’t think it looks TOO bad here. Perhaps a bigger shine...Perhaps she shouldn’t be able to take it off. No, no. ONLY she can take it off. Yes, that seems like the charm.
The voices faded out once again, only making Twilight more puzzled. She recognized that voice. It was a male voice...but there was no possible way any male she knew could have been around when it was created. That was possibly hundreds of years ago! And what of the female in the background? Clearly the amulet was created for her...but for what purpose? Was it a trap? Who created it? Twilight slumped over, resting her head on the table. Who could have made this? What male figure could have been around hundreds of years ago to create such a powerful object? Starswirl the Bearded, perhaps? No, none of his biographies mentioned him making it. It seems like something that would be mentioned...she scratched her head.
“Think, Twilight, think.” Was the magic of the amulet familiar to anything? Twilight scoured her brain, trying to recount all of the events upon Trixie’s return. What stood out? Square wheels...age spells...removing Pinkie’s mouth...removing Pinkie’s mouth. Removing Pinkie’s mouth. That had to be the answer! But that magic style...it almost seemed like...like...
“Oh, no...” she started.