Leaving Manehattan for the last time, I set off with only my wagon and as many of my belongings as I could carry. I travelled for ages until I reached Canterlot, where I decided to perform on the street. I found a nice place in a square, at the edge, and started to show off my talent and magical abilities.
Unfortunately, the high society ponies ignored me. I tried my best but I just couldn’t attract them. So I doubled my efforts, continuing to show every ounce of my magic tricks to please them, but they continued to ignore me. Some even reported me to the guards and I had to leave Canterlot in a hurry before I could get into any trouble.
Now what? Trying to perform in Canterlot was a mistake, and I had only a small amount of money left after I had spent most of it on a beautiful costume to show my abilities. I needed to go somewhere where my talent could be seen by all. I needed fame and fortune, and there was only one place that could meet all three of my needs: Las Pegasus.
It was a rash, quick and bold decision; getting there would take several weeks on hoof, but I was determined. If I can make it there, then I can make it anywhere.
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"That's it?" 'and I was thinking it was going to be a series of trials that test our loyalty, kindness, generosity, honesty and laughter, or some crappy honour thing.’
“Yes, it is. Trixie understands if you feel unworthy to accept the challenge, for you have no hope of defeating the Elegant and Most Powerful Goddess Trixie!” more fireworks went off as Trixie rose up on her hind legs and posed for the cheering audience.
“Well, we accept your challenge!” O’Neill called out over the noise of the audience.
“Jack, what are you doing?” Jackson asked in a low voice, but Trixie could still hear it.
“Proving to these people that this horse isn’t a Goddess, Daniel,” O’Neill replied.
“But what about the trade agreement?” Jackson asked.
“We can establish a trade agreement with them after we prove that this ‘Trixie’ is a false god.” O’Neill responded, effectively deflecting the question.
“Me? A false god? The Elegant and Most Powerful Goddess Trixie has never heard such slander against her true nature in all of her immortal life!” the crowd agreed with Trixie, as they booed SG-1.
“Okay, how about we do a deal?” O’Neill half asked, half shouted over the negative response of the crowd.
“Trixie is listening,” Trixie said after she had raised a hoof to silence the crowd.
“If you win the challenge, then we leave peacefully. If we win, then you must step down from your high horse-” Trixie shot a glare at O’Neill as the crowd started to boo again. “Sorry, my bad. If we win, then you must leave this world and go back to whatever stable you galloped out of, and never return.”
Trixie put a hoof to her chin in mock thought, while she formulated a plan. After a few seconds, she turned to face the crowd. “The Elegant and Most Powerful Trixie accepts, but with one condition.”
“And that would be?” O’Neill asked as a weird sensation of dread building in his gut.
“You will have your memories wiped if you either dare to cheat, attempt to leave, or if you cause any trouble, and we’ll dump you on another world afterwards. Also, if you decline the challenge now, Trixie will wipe your memories anyway.” Trixie looked down at SG-1 with a smug, evil smile on her face.
“Deal,” O’Neill begrudgingly replied. ‘Did I just get conned by a talking horse?!’
“Excellent. Azarn shall take you to the best tavern in the city, where you shall stay until sunset tomorrow, when we have our challenge,” Trixie said before she motioned to her platform bearers to take her back into the pyramid. More fireworks as the crowds cheered for their Goddess as she entered the pyramid. Soon, the crowds had vanished all too quickly, and Azarn had appeared in front of SG-1.
“Brave challengers, follow me to the best tavern in the city!” Azarn said happily as he began to walk down a side street.
“Jack, that was a bad idea,” Jackson said as he walked next to O’Neill.
“What was?” O’Neill asked.
“Agreeing to the challenge and making all those conditions! We can’t back out now because we’ll have our memories wiped, if we lose we’ll fail in our mission and you just insulted the city’s ruler in front of most of its inhabitants.” Jackson explained as they turned round a corner and into a main street.
“Don’t worry Danny boy, we won’t lose, because I have a plan.”
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This is all I can manage with this chapter because of one special event: the Queen of England’s Diamond Jubilee. I am helping out with a Jubilee party so I only had today to write a chapter. Don’t worry, after the Jubilee I will be able to write a longer chapter for this coming weekend, I promise.
“Do you Pinkie Promise?”
GAH! Pinkie! Where did you come from?!
“Your imagination, silly!”
…I need to get out more. But now for a couple of notices-
“You didn’t Pinkie Promise! I’m sure the readers would want you to Pinkie promise them that the next chapter will be super duper long!”
Sigh… if only you go back to wherever you came from, then fine. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye (thank god I wear glasses otherwise I’d actually poke my eye out).
“Okie dokie then! See you in the next chapter’s authors notes!”
And she’s gone, thank god. Now notices…
First, a thank you to km for pointing out some errors and giving me feedback for the first chapter. Hopefully the characters should be more in character. Secondly, thanks to earthrise for suggesting some ideas that may appear later. And finally, thanks to everyone who has liked reading this story so far.
Please comment about mistakes, or if the characters are out of character, or if Pinkie appears out of nowhere and starts talking to you, because that is a bad thing.
Whatisname, over and out!
“Bye everyone!”
GAH! Stop breaking the Fourth Wall!