The Power of rage

by Flareblitzfury

The Weakness

Trixie had just run from Ponyville after tripping as she ran under the cover of the smoke. She was outside Ponyville, looking back at it, hearing the cheers of ponies as they revel celebration. Trixie wanted to stay longer, but she feared the how much backlash she'd get for what she did to everypony. As she walked more out of the rural town to her wagon, she felt began to feel worse about the grief she caused them. By the time she got into her wagon, she had began to cry. She was inside, tears coming down her face, as she started to think of why she did that in the first place. She threw her cape and hat off in disgust with herself, she wanted to forget.

Her mind started to be cloudy by what her motives were, revenge. Trixie wanted to beat Twilight Sparkle any way she could, so she even turned to dangerous artifacts. What made her feel worse was that while corrupted she was enjoying the power, the control over other ponies, she adored it, she hated the fact that she loved every second of it. Forcing other ponies to do what she said, afterwards it felt so wrong, yet, at the same time right. Every time this thought came up she began to feel worse.

She looked at herself in the mirror and saw a washed up jerk, who will never have true friends, sure there's Twilight, but her jealously will always be there, to make Trixie hate her, want to bring her down, but then she'll lose a friend, the only one she feels she truly has. She wiped her tears away just barley as she continued to view herself in the mirror, she didn't see the great and powerful Trixie, she saw the weak and pathetic loser.

She looked down at the ground at her tear drops, ashamed at the weakness she displayed. Revolted, she looked back up at the mirror and with a magical blast broke it, shattering the mirror into pieces. Like the mirror, her faith in herself had been shattered, and is practically impossible to fix. She dropped to the ground, and the weeping had begun. She wanted to be good enough to be respected, she wanted praise, the only way she ever got it was through her old ways.

As she continued to weep, she heard something outside her window. She got up from the ground and opened the window. She saw nothing, she closed the window back and went to her bed. Trixie pulled the blanket over her and laid her head on her pillow. The tears from her face trickled onto her pillow as more dark thoughts pulled her into deeper self hate. Closing her eyes, she attempts to fall asleep, unsure if it would happen.

Trixie managed to fall asleep, but even in her dreams she wasn't safe from here sadness. Her dream was just all the worst events of that time, playing her up as a villain who should be hated, and shunned. The dome encasement, the forced labor, and the banishing of Twilight, were on an endless loop.

She tossed and turned in her bed, terrified of her own mind. As she turned left in right in her bed a dark cloud formed hovered from the broken glass on her floor. It drifted towards Trixie, getting closer with every passing moment. It floated above her body as it continued to toss and flail in the bed. Trixie took a breath, and the cloud was breathed in. In her sleep, she coughed violently, puffing out parts of the dark cloud. Trixie then started to wheeze and wheeze, still coughing in her sleep. Her wheezing began to worsen as her breath got shorter and shorter. Her breathing become shallow and even more restless.

After a very violent cough, came a light blue cloud. the cloud dissipated in the air in moments. Trixie no longer was moving around in her bed, instead she was steady. Snoring was heard as she relaxed and got her breathing back to normal. Inside her dream, things began to change.

The replays of those events continued in her face, as if she was forced to sit through it all. The air in her dream starts to become thick. Trixie notices this and as she does,discovers that the replay is getting harder and harder to see.

"Wh-What is this?" she wondered in a calm voice wiping tears from her face.

The air soon accumulated and poured behind Trixie, making the shape of a dark cloud. Trixie turned around an saw the dark smoke cloud. Baffled, she tries to reach out an touch it. When she does, the cloud backs away and begins to take a shape.

The cloud started to sprout four legs, each leg one at a time.The legs touched the ground and then the head formed, and began to change and contort into a face. It still continued to look like a silhouette as a long straight tail, with a sharp end was made.

The cloud body was fully formed and took on colors that she recognized. It had taken the form of Trixie herself. Trixie was shocked to see the previously dark cloud change into her.

"What are you? And why are you me?" she questioned the Trixie cloud.

The Trixie cloud got closer to Trixie while stating a few words.

"Power, revenge I can give it to you." It said approaching her.

She had thought about it, but knew this wasn't a good idea. Although she did want revenge, she blames Twilight for making her feeling like trash. Trixie doesn't want to think that way, she's trying to push those feelings away. Her decision to have power and more magical and mental power than Twilight, or have her as friend she wishes she could be happy for. She would do anything to make her horrible feeling go away. Even with all the possible risks, she walks up to the Trixie cloud, and extends her hoof.

"Ma-Make me stronger." Trixie said looking down at the ground, as her hoof shook, waiting for what was going to happen next.

Comments

[Arkan0id]

Will read tonight!

[HMXTaylorLee]

Did read it!

A couple of odd phrases and some conventional niggles, but certainly an interesting start!

[Flareblitzfury]

4849351 Thanks for the feedback!
I appreciate it!