//------------------------------// // Then, We're Going To Fell A Goddess or Two // Story: So You Wanna Kill An Alicorn? // by chillbook1 //------------------------------// The fact that it took Trixie roughly thirty minutes to find her target probably wasn’t a good sign. To be fair, Twilight’s castle is rather large, and the princess herself sometimes struggles to find the rooms she needed. That said, the library should’ve been the first place Trixie looked, and it was situated adjacent to the throne room (the first room you see when entering the castle).Trixie, however, decided to try just about every room except for this one that she needed. Luckily, after a half hour of aimless wandering, faint purple arrows appeared in the crystal floor that were pointing in direction of the library. Trixie figured that this meant that she was getting closer, and excitedly galloped towards the library. Trixie burst through the door, a massive grin on her face when she saw the scuffle inside. Twilight kicked and thrashed, each leg held down by the four strongest of her friends (Rainbow, Applejack, Pinkie, and Fluttershy). Rarity sat a bit behind her, blocking Twilight’s horn with a glowing spell of her own. “What’s gotten into you? Let me go!” shouted Twilight. She locked eyes with Trixie, her expression shifting from confusion to fury. “Trixie! I should've known you were behind this!” “Indeed, you should have, Twilight Sparkle,” cackled Trixie. “But alas! Even if you somehow did see Trixie coming, there was naught you could do about it! Trixie now has the power of an alicorn, and she cannot be defeated!” “The power of an alicorn? What in Equestria are you talking about?” She struggled again, just as futily as before. “And what did you do to my friends?!” Trixie laughed, throwing her head up to get the evil pose just right. “Oh, just a bit of mind control magic. They are entirely under my control!” cackled Trixie. “Don’t bother trying to talk to them, by the way. Now, they’re simply puppets to do my bidding!” “That’s not true,” said Rainbow Dash. “We can hear you two just fine. Actually, we could probably let Twilight go if we—” “Silence, slave!” barked Trixie. She regained her composure rather quickly, then turned her attention back to Twilight. “As for Trixie’s new powerful… Let’s just say that your sister-in-law won’t be writing you for some time.” Twilight gasped dramatically, punctuated by the loud sound of “dun-dun-duuuun!” that originated from seemingly nowhere. “And, now, Trixie will do to you what she did to the Princess of Love,” continued Trixie “With you dead and your magic mine, Trixie will fell the remaining princesses! Equestria will be mine!” “You fiend!” exclaimed Twilight. “You’re mad! You could never defeat Celestia!” “Oh? Not even with the magic of two princesses on my side?” asked Trixie dubiously. “I’m quite sure that the Almighty Trixie Lulamoon, Slayer of Alicorns, can handle two little princesses.” “But—” “Enough!” bellowed Trixie, stomping her hoof. “I have put up with you for far too long, Twilight Sparkle! It is time for you to die! Any last words?” Trixie charged her horn with violent, murderous intent, while Twilight looked dead ahead. Trixie was a bit disappointed. She was hoping Twilight would beg at least a little bit. “Very well, Twilight. Die!” Trixie was about to unleash her magic, when Twilight finally spoke. “Do you know why Celestia’s mane moves?” Trixie stopped just before firing her killing spell, gripped with total confusion. “W-what?” asked Trixie. Twilight’s demeanor had changed from apprehensive to bitter and resentful. The subtle shift in the way Twilight looked at Trixie sent a wave of uncertainty through the alleged alicorn-killer. “Do you know why Princess Celestia’s mane moves?” repeated Twilight. “You’ve seen it, of course. The way it waves and flows, almost as if it’s not solid. Her tail as well. Luna’s does it, too. Do you know why?” Trixie had absolutely no clue why their manes worked like that. Truthfully, she never gave it much thought. She did go through a phase during puberty when she tried to use her magic to mimic the princesses’ mane, but that wasn’t unusual. Just about every growing filly (and a few colts) had attempted the feat at some point. None had succeeded, Trixie was no exception, and she sort of forgot about it. “Trixie isn’t sure. A side-effect of alicornism?” tried Trixie. “Although, if that’s the case…” “How come my mane isn’t like that?” finished Twilight. “How come Cadance’s and Flurry Heart’s manes are normal?” Trixie was intrigued. What exactly was Twilight playing at? “And I suppose you know why?” asked Trixie. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t ask you if I couldn’t answer when you didn’t know,” said Twilight. “Very few ponies know the answer. In fact, I believe I am the only living pony other than the princesses themselves that know. Would you like to become another?” Trixie frankly didn’t care about Celestia’s mane. If it were up to her (and it soon would be) Celestia’s mane would be the only thing on the mare that moved. Still, Twilight’s question was very good at making Trixie curious. Twilight wasn’t struggling anymore, but she had far from accepted her fate. It was making Trixie nervous. “Very well,” said Trixie after a moment of contemplation. “Why does Celestia’s mane move?” Trixie’s heart fell somewhere into her gut when she saw what Twilight did next. It was the most menacing thing the princess could have done in her position, and it managed to spook Trixie even more. Twilight cracked a smile. “It’s simple. Celestia’s mane moves because it doesn’t,” said Twilight. She let that sit for just long enough to see Trixie be confused. “Celestia’s mane doesn’t move, because she doesn’t have a mane.” “What are you—” “That pink, blue and green on her isn’t hair. It’s pure magic,” said Twilight. “Inside the princesses, where they should have bones and guts and veins, they instead have several multiverses. Each. They leak it out to avoid damaging themselves, and if they let out just a smidge too much…” Twilight shook her head. “Equestria would be reduced to ash.” None of what Twilight said was true. The princesses’ manes moved because of their age; As they grew older, the magic that kept them alive for so long started depositing harmless background radiation that accumulated in their manes. This radiation slightly alters the properties of matter, allowing solids to behave almost gaseously. It would happen to Cadance, Flurry, and Twilight in a few hundred years, and plenty of ponies knew this fact. It wasn’t exactly the type of thing to come up in a pub crawl, mind you, but it was far from a national secret. If the average pony heard the actual reason why the princesses manes moved, they wouldn’t be floored with the revelation, and they wouldn’t glare at you for wasting their time witch such an obvious question. It was the type of thing that belonged on a Snapple cap. “N-nonsense! That cannot possibly be true,” said Trixie, even though she was already starting to believe it. “If that’s the case, how come Celestia always asked for your help? With that power, could she not have defeated any threats before they even arrived?” “Of course she can, Trixie, but where’s the fun in that?” chuckled Twilight darkly. “If you could play checkers with somepony that’s equally skilled to you or a filly who barely knows the rules, who would you pick for a fun game?” “Why are you telling me this?” asked Trixie. “Why should Trixie care?” “Because, Trixie, even with my power, you couldn’t oppose Celestia. You need something that you won’t get from killing me,” said Twilight. She jerked her forehoof, which was currently being held by the surprisingly strong Fluttershy. “Oh, uh… Er… I was gonna tap my temple, but… My hooves are held… Knowledge, is what I meant. You may have my power, but you won’t gain the things I know. And I know a lot about the princesses.” “What are you suggesting?” asked Trixie. “I will help you get strong enough to kill Celestia,” said Twilight. “Under two conditions. One: You must guarantee my safety. Two: You leave my friends out of this.” Trixie looked down at Twilight for a few moments, contemplating the situation. She was supremely confident in her abilities before, but after hearing the lie that Celestia was a vessel for multiple multiverses of pure magic energy was enough to make her doubt herself, if only a little. Trixie sighed, running a hoof through her mane tiredly. “Very well, Twilight Sparkle. I accept your conditions,” said Trixie. “Slaves, release her and return to your homes until Trixie comes to collect you.” The mind controlled mares dropped Twilight to the ground and stiffly cantered out of the room. Trixie grabbed Twilight by the hoof and helped her up. “What shall we do first?” asked Trixie. “Some sort of magical training, yes? Uhg, but Trixie has no time for training!” Trixie clicked her tongue, deep in thought for a moment. “Oh! Trixie remembers reading about a room that is outside of time. One day in Equestria would be a year in the room. It was called… Er… The… Exaggerating Chronology Compartment? Yes, that’s it exactly!” “Don’t you mean the Hyperbolic—” “Silence, Sparkle!” declared Trixie. “You will take Trixie to the Exaggerating Chronology Compartment!” Trixie grinned. “And then… Then, we’re going to fell a Goddess or two.”