Third Pony
'NO! NO!' She screamed out! His huge red hand grabbed her and lifted her up to his face. He looked at her with those dark, lifeless eyes and grinned. His mouth opened and a sound like millions of demons from the deepest pits of Tartarus came out. She felt her magic begin to weaken. He was absorbing her magic! She fought to stop him but was powerless, she couldn't use her magic! She tried to turn her head, she tried to escape but he was still draining her! It hurt; her horn felt as if it were on fire! She could feel him inside her mind! She could feel him searching through all of her thoughts and memories looking for magic! She heard him laughing while he was ripping away her magic! She begged him to stop but he wouldn't! When she began crying, he called her a pathetic little pony and kept tearing her magic away! It hurt her so much! She desperately wanted him out of her head! She could feel the emptiness he was leaving behind. There was just a void where her magic had been. She felt like she was an old rag in his grip. He'd taken everything she had. Everything she had since she was a filly. The things that made her... her. Her magic and her cutie mark were gone. When he was done with her, he cast her aside like she was an empty bottle and walked away.
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She lay on the ground, her spirit broken, unable to move. She tried to use her magic but nothing came out. Her horn felt... dead. She began to cry. It was hours before she could lift herself from the ground and crawl back inside her caravan. She climbed into the cubbyhole where her bed was and pulled her thin blanket over her head. She curled into a ball and begin sobbing into her hooves. The only reasons she left her bed were to eat or relieve herself. Days passed before she could stand it to stay out of bed for very long. She would hear a sound in the forest and would cower in a corner, shaking and crying. It was only after she ran out of food that she dared venture more than a few metres from her door to forage for something to eat. She brought back grass and pine cones to boil. She hadn't eaten that since she started her career and had to stretch her meagre meals.
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After several days, Trixie felt her magic return and was overjoyed, but it didn't feel right. She could use it but it felt as if there was something else in it. Something that wasn't, familiar. Something, awful. Him! It was as if she could still feel him in her mind pushing her around and searching for her magic. She thought if she didn't use her magic she couldn't be found again.
The night after her magic returned, she began having nightmares about what he'd done to her. The excruciating pain had been nothing compared to the sense of emptiness and ravishment she felt. There was something else, she thought she heard Twilight's laugh in her nightmares instead of his. Twilight had nothing to do with what happened. She'd felt resentment towards Twilight because of the seeming ease with the way things came to her. It seemed that nothing came to Trixie without hard work. But, that wasn't Twilight's fault. She knew that both times she had confronted Twilight and been bested, it had been her own fault. Before she left Ponyville the last time, she had a fleeting thought to ask Twilight for help. Maybe that was why she heard Twilight's laughter. Maybe it was her subconscious telling her that she needed Twilight's aid. But, before she could ask for Twilight's help, she would need to apologise for what she'd done.
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She had been trying to go to Twilight and apologise for days. She'd agonised for hours over the decision. She made up her mind to do it but stopped at the door of her caravan and promised herself 'Tomorrow, I'll go tomorrow', every time. One day, the emblem of Twilight's cutie mark appeared above the treetops. It was a daily reminder of her promise. Every night she dreaded going to sleep knowing... he would be there, waiting for her. She would wake in the morning feeling spent from her restless sleep and the cycle would begin anew.
It started to rain that last night and the roof of her caravan began leaking. She was hungry, wet and cold. She began shivering so much that she couldn't keep her wet blanket over her. She got out of bed and put on her hat and cape then went out the door. It seemed like she slogged through the cold rain for hours before she arrived in Ponyville.
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First Pony
“NO! NO!” I'm screaming at him! His huge red hand grabbed me and is lifting me to his face. He's looking at me with those dark, lifeless eyes and grinning. His mouth is opening and making a sound like millions of demons from the deepest depths of Tartarus. My magic is beginning to weaken! He's absorbing my magic! I fight to stop him but I'm powerless, I can't use my magic! I'm trying to turn my head, I'm trying to escape but he's still draining me! It hurts, it hurts! My horn is on fire! I can feel him inside my mind! GET OUT! I can feel him searching, intruding through all of my thoughts and memories looking for magic! STOP! OH, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP! I can hear him laughing while he's ripping away my magic! I beg him, again and again, to stop but he won't! I can't hold back my tears. He calls me a pathetic little pony and keeps tearing my magic away! It hurts so much! I desperately want him out of my head! I can feel the emptiness he's leaving behind. There's just a void where my magic was. I feel like an old, limp rag in his grip. He's taken everything I have. Everything I've had since I was a filly. The things that made me... me. My magic and my cutie mark are gone. He's done with me and he's thrown me on the ground, like I was an empty bottle. He's just walking away from me like nothing happened. Like I don't even exist.
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What did he do to me? I feel so weak. I... I can't stand or move. My whole body feels leaden. I'm trying to use my magic but nothing's coming out. My horn feels... dead. My tears won't stop.
It's been hours since he left me here and I'm just barely able to move. I must get inside. I don't know if I can get into my caravan. Climb,... Trixie. You... can... do... this. I just want to get in my bed. Why is this so hard?! I just want to stay curled up on my bed and hide from the world. I don't even have my first foalhood magic to pull my blanket over my head. I can't stop crying. I want to go to sleep and never wake up.
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How long have I been asleep, this time? I'm really hungry and I have to... go again. I don't want to get out of bed but I have to. Maybe I can stay out of bed a little longer today? I wish I didn't have to, go, outside. WHAT WAS THAT!? IT'S HIM! RUN TRIXIE! GET INSIDE! HIDE! PLEASE, DON'T LET IT BE HIM! It was a another false alarm but I'm hiding in a corner, crying and shaking. He's ruined my life.
I'm so hungry but there's no food left. There are things I can eat but they're... outside. I'll be cautious and gather some that are nearby the caravan. Grass and boiled pine cones. I used to stretch my meals with this when I first started out. Now it's all I have.
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I feel different. My horn feels... alive! Is it possible? YES! My magic is back! How WONDERFUL! Trixie feels as strong as ever. But, it doesn't feel quite right. Something else is there. It's... not... familiar. It feels... awful! It's... HIM! He's still in there! He's still hunting for my magic! NO! NO! NO! NOT AGAIN! NOOoooo! That laughter... . It was a dream! I feel my heart pounding and I'm soaked in sweat. My magic is back but I keep dreaming of him taking it. The pain I felt while he... stole my magic was nothing after feeling him... touching my memories and thoughts... and the emptiness he left behind. But, his laughter... It wasn't his. It couldn't be! Why would it be hers? She had nothing to do with what he did. I always felt like I resented Twilight because of the seeming ease with the way things come to her. Nothing ever comes to me without hard work. But that's not her fault. Both times I confronted her and she beat me, it had been my fault. Before I left Ponyville the last time, I had a weak moment and thought about asking Twilight for help. Maybe that was why I heard Twilight's laughter. Maybe it's my subconscious telling me that I need Twilight's aid. Before I can ever do that... I need to tell her how sorry I am for what I did.
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How many days has it been? I agonised over the decision but I need to do it. I need to see her. I have to tell her I'm sorry for what I did but every time I leave the caravan and start to go, I get so scared that I run back to bed and hide. I promise, tomorrow I'll go. Her cutie mark appeared above the trees days ago. It's reminding me of my promise every day. But, every night I dread going to sleep knowing... he'll be there, waiting for me. I can't keep living like this.
What's happening? I'm so cold and... wet? Oh, great! It seems the whole roof is leaking. It's raining so hard and it's cold. Why did those pegasus ponies feel the need to make it rain on such a cold night? I can't stop shivering and I'm so hungry. Twilight's library is warm and dry. But it's so far and it's raining. That's just another excuse. You've put this off for too long, Trixie. You made the decision and know it's what you need to do. Get your hat and cape. Now step out the door. It's just putting one hoof in front of the other, now.