Chapter 11: The Great is dead…
Trixie squeaked in fear, trying to curl herself into an even smaller ball. The pony before her... had it really come to this?
The Bone Mare. She was the one responsible of guiding the dead to their final destination; the righteous to their rest in Elysium, the wicked to places best left unconsidered. While legends of her may vary in some degree, they all agreed upon her look; a silvery white mane and a night-dark fur, marked with the white of the bones beneath the skin. The bones were not there to scare, but to remind everypony that all were equal in the end and that everypony has an end to meet.
She had heard much of the Bone Mare in her time in Neigh Orleans, travelling in the circles of the occult at Blazer’s side. One didn’t even have to travel in those circles to have heard of the Bone Mare, though, given voodoo being as pervasive in the region as it was.
Trixie had always scoffed at those legends and stories, yet here she was, face to face with what she had once considered an over-the-top nursery rhyme.
“Why do you shake so?” the mistress of death asked in that incongruously soft voice of hers. She smiled, her violet eyes a glimmer as if at some private joke. “Last time you were here, this ‘over-the-top nursery rhyme’ was besieged with all kinds of questions. Have you perhaps finally run out of them?”
If Trixie still had a heart (or the Alicorn Amulet), it would have stopped after hearing that. She would have tried to jump and flee, but even in her panic recognized that the blackness around them offered her no shelter.
“Ah, bien sûr.” The Bone Mare gave her head a tap with her hoof in an exaggerated manner, still smiling down at Trixie. “Nopony is allowed to remember if they come back.” Whether an intentional affectation or not, Trixie couldn’t help finally noticing the distinct Neigh Orleans accent the Mare spoke with. “Well, I suppose we can start over.” She sat herself upon her launches and then lowered herself to her belly, bringing herself closer to the level where Trixie still cowered. She tilted her head while looking aside, as if trying to remember what the first thing Trixie asked the last time had been.
“Is this--”
“Completely real,” the Bone Mare replied, almost too quickly, before turning back. “And not in a perception-is-reality way. This is happening right now.” The Mare smiled and giggled. “Though to be fair, that is everypony’s first question when they get here.”
Trixie blinked and gaped at the being across from her. She was baffled by the whole situation. There she was, right in the middle of… somewhere, having a surprisingly light conversation with the avatar of death herself. Yes, she remembered the legends speaking of the Bone Mare usually having a quirky or odd sense of humor, but to actually be on the receiving end of it…
“What is…” Trixie stopped herself, knowing the question but unable to ask it. “If this were real,” she found comfort in denial, “what would it mean to m-- Trixie.” Even if this was the end, Trixie still had that primal need of keeping up the show. “What would happen to Trixie?”
"Oh, mon petit poney.” The Bone Mare scooched closer to Trixie, never breaking eye contact. “I believe you already do know.” She put a hoof over Trixie's shoulder. To Trixie’s surprise, it was strangely soft and warm, like a living pony’s hoof. “After all, you are a storyteller, aren’t you?”
“Storyteller?” Trixie asked, desperately trying to remember the rhymes and prose she heard years ago. In her years traveling, both before and after the life changing experience that was Neigh Orleans, Trixie had come to listen, read and eventually retell all kinds of stories; Death was never outside her repertoire. It felt strange to Trixie that, after having told so many tales of ponies meeting their ultimate fate, she would be so unprepared for her own.
“Mon dieu,” muttered the Mare as she ran a hoof over Trixie’s mane. “The last time you were not nearly so scattered. The panic from your final moments has truly taken its toll on you.”
Her final... Trixie felt a shiver run through her as her final memories came back to her; the tornado grabbing and spinning the balloon, the other girls screaming in terror, her voice trying desperately to scream alongside them; then the suspension ropes giving way, causing the basket to tilt and her to topple over the side. The roaring winds grabbing and spinning her this way and that as she was flung helpless through the sky.
The last instances of the cliff face looming ever larger.
The Bone Mare was continuing to stroke her mane in a soothing manner. “There there, my child. It’s over now.” She leaned in a placed a kiss on Trixie’s forehead, continuing the play the part of mother and foal. “No more pain. It’s over.”
“Wait.” Trixie pulled herself away from death’s literal embrace. “Am I... is Trixie truly dead now?”
A sad nod was given as confirmation. “Indeed. Last time was different. There were ponies fighting very hard to bring you back. This time? Well... there are things that even Princesses cannot do.”
Trixie blinked, then looked down and away. “So this is the way The Great and Powerful Trixie ends, is it? It’s... not exactly how she would have expected it.”
“It rarely is,” the Bone Mare told her in that soft accent of hers. “But it has to happen at some point. Everything dies. That’s the only constant.”
“That and taxes,” Trixie added with a snort.
“Bien sur,” agreed the Mare around pleased giggles.
Trixie couldn’t help smiling in return. She was dead now; truly dead. Her life was over. No more worries, no more decisions; all of those had already been made. Everything was done. The life of Trixie Silverlight Lulamoon, The Great and Powerful, was over. She might have raged and cried at it all, but she didn’t feel like she needed to. Despite her initial reaction to the Bone Mare, to the realization she was dead, now that she thought about it she felt a calmness about the whole thing. There was a strange peace in the finality of it.
She still had questions though.
“Why the accent?” Trixie asked as she turned back.
The Bone Mare rubbed her forehooves together, the playful smile pulling again at her painted lips. She appeared rather pleased at Trixie’s acceptance of the situation. “You’re not the only pony here who had spent some time in Neigh Orleans when they were alive.”
Trixie’s ears flicked about. “The stories are true then; you were mortal once.”
“Once,” the Mare agreed with a bob of her head. “As those before me were. As the others alongside me were as well.”
Trixie’s ears were now raised to full attention. “Others? There are other reapers?”
“An earth pony term that; reapers. Those who harvest souls that have reached their maturity. But essentially, yes. There are many aspects of life, and so death must possess an equal number. My area involves travelers and wanderers.” A very wide smile split the Bone Mare’s face, the mischievous look in her eyes waylaying Trixie’s fears. “You should see what death looks for the Princesses.”
“There is an aspect for the Princesses?”
“There is, but suffice it to say, she does not get much work,” said the Bone Mare. She winked at Trixie.
“I never expected that.”
“Given that both of them believe they are cursed with immortality, I expect that come the day they finally meet her, it will be quite the surprise for them, too.”
Trixie shook her head, grinning at the absurdity of the notion. “It seems so strange to think that one day they might...”
“Die?”
Trixie nodded.
“And why would that be, my little pony? Everything dies. Metals rust, rock crumbles, even suns burn out. Everything reaches an end, in time.”
Glancing down, Trixie rubbed her hooves together. “Well that's a rather depressing outlook for Trixie. She had always viewed the Princesses as a constant in the world.”
“The only constants in the world are life, and change, and death.” The Bone Mare smiled. “And taxes. Of course.” She reached out and rested a hoof on Trixie’s withers. “Don’t be sad because the road has an end. Are you not a roani, a vagabond? Weren’t you taught, by your blood's tradition, to value the journey over the destination?”
Nodding slowly, Trixie raised her gaze to meet that of the Bone Mare once more. “I was.”
“And?”
Trixie reflected over her life. The orphanage had been hard, but looking back she could tell that the caretakers there had done their best for her. Celestia’s School had been a rocky time, trying to find herself, but there were good ponies and good memories to be had there if she thought about it. The road itself was just as hard, if not harder, but it had led her to Neigh Orleans, to the ponies that would be her mentors and a family she never had. Whatever difficulties those years held for her were more than made up for by the good times. The road after wasn’t as smooth as she had hoped it would have been when she started going down it, and certainly held its share of mistakes, the largest costing her her life. But its end wasn’t all bad. It ended with friendship, true friendship at last. There was the hope it may have been longer, but nothing could be done about that now and she had made the most of it she could while she had it.
“Trixie is satisfied. I am satisfied,” was her final pronouncement.
“Good,” the Bone Mare declared. She ran her hoof over Trixie’s mane once more before settling it before her. “Then it is just a matter of waiting for the final ties that bind you to the world of the living to fade enough for us to make the final portion of your journey. I wouldn’t worry about it too much if I were you, not with where you’ll be going.”
“How long will that take?”
“It can vary, but time moves differently here than in the world of the living. Some of it depends on the pony, on their willingness to let go. That’s part of why I’m here. Suffice it to say, it will happen. It’s just a matter of waiting until it does.”
Trixie nodded and looked around. She was still surrounded by featureless blackness, but it wasn’t an oppressive blackness. Still, she had a desire to stand, to move about. Perhaps it was a sign of the ties to the world of the living fading, as the Bone Mare had said. Either way, she was tired of sitting and got to her hooves. The Bone Mare followed.
Offhandedly, not looking directly at the Mare, Trixie said, “You mentioned having been to Neigh Orleans when you were alive. How long ago was...”
She stopped talking when she looked back at the Bone Mare, finding her slowly shaking her head. “That is not the question that you truly wish to ask, mon petit poney.”
Trixie’s eyes darted over the painted bones covering the Mare’s hide as her mouth bobbed open trying to form the question. Drawing from the feeling of calm she had about her own death, Trixie swallowed and asked. “Have you escorted Hope Lulamoon to her final destination?”
The Bone Mare nodded, satisfied with Trixie. “No,” she replied softly. “In all my dealings, I have not crossed paths with her. Now I am not saying that she may not still have passed this way, I am just saying it has not happened since I assumed this position. I have been escorting ponies to their final resting places ever so slightly less than you have been alive, young one.”
Trixie felt the tension drain from her. She still didn’t know what had happened to her mother, but at least she knew she had not died during the better part of her life. That she may never truly know what happened to Hope was the one true regret that she still had about her life.
“So what happens now? Do we just wait, or..?” asked Trixie as she fidgeted about in place. She had suddenly become very antsy and felt unable to stand still.
“I think we may be ready to head out,” commented the Bone Mare. “You seem prepared for the final part of your journey. Come.” She reached out a hoof to wrap over Trixie’s withers only for her hoof to pass through it.
Trixie felt a wave of cold pass through her and look up at the shocked expression of the Bone Mare. “Wha-what’s happening to Trixie?” The cold was intensifying, feeling like it was drowning her in ice water. “Why is she so cold? What is going on?” Trixie looked at her hooves, and to her horror, she could see through them.
“I… don’t know.” The Bone Mare stepped back. Her eyes were wide and panicked as she gaped a Trixie. “You are.. being pulled away by... something.” She jumped at Trixie, failing to hold her hooves.
“A-away?!” Trixie shouted in desperation. “Away where? By what?!” She tried to wrap her hooves around the Bone Mare’s neck, managing to actually hold on somehow. “Don’t let Trixie go!”
“I won’t!” The Mare’s horn lightened up, its violet aura trying to wrap around Trixie and hold her secure. “I won’t let you down again!”
But it was hopeless. Trixie’s figure was fading away and there was nothing to do.
“NO!” Both ponies screamed in fear, though it was the Bone Mare’s that was the final voice echoing through the void between worlds.
“No...” she choked out, looking down at her hooves. A sob wracked her body and she squeezed her eyes shut, tears overwhelming them. The avatar of death shivered, feeling pain and sorrow typically reserved for the living. It was a feeling capable of driving her to do something she swore she would never do.
The Bone Mare turned her head and opened her eyes. The aura of her magic once more flared along her horn. Breathing deeply, she channeled all her power into the forbidden spell. The realms beyond the living world were to remain separate not just from that world but from each other. She intended to cross over where she wasn’t welcome. With one powerful swipe, she reached out with her magic and rent the veil between realms.
The dreamscape was quiet that night, Luna was pleased to see. Not many of her little ponies were in need of her aid in banishing fears and bad dreams. She was reflecting on how nice it would be to not have to worry about being able to meet her sister for breakfast. Tia had been quite distraught the last few days, and she hoped her company would aid in restoring some good cheer to her sister.
Luna spun at the sound and the fury that came forth as a rupture between realms burst forth behind her. She flared her wings aggressively, her horn aglow in magic as she prepared to face the unknown threat.
She was greeted by the sight of a midnight blue unicorn stumbling out of the rupture, one covered head to tail in painted bones. An unmistakeable figure.
“What is the meaning of this?” Luna asked, more confused than anything. Even if it had been a thousand years, she was sure not even the avatar of death was allowed to cross between realms.
“I need your help!” the Bone Mare lifted her head and shouted at her, raising Luna’s confusion.
Luna looked the Bone Mare over. Had she not been in the spaces between dreams, she might has mistaken the other mare for the distraught subject of a particularly bad dream. “Bone Mare, Guide of the Departed, how can We--”
“There is no time for this!” the Bone Mare snapped. He angry expression quickly fell back into one of anguish again. “Something has pulled Trixie back to the world of the living, a feat that should not have been possible. It was an evil force, unmistakably dark magic. I can’t sense her, but I know she went there.” Then, the Bone Mare did something she vowed to never do; she bowed to Princess Luna. “Please, I’m not allowed in there. I need your help.”
Luna stood rigid, taken aback by the actions of the mare before her.
The Bone Mare looked up with tears running down her skull-marked face. “Please, I’m begging you,” she gasped. “I’m begging you to help my daughter!”
*CRASH!*
It wasn’t the sound that woke Celestia in the middle of the night, nor the tremor felt through the entire castle. It was the undeniable feeling that something in the word had just changed for the worst.
Trying to keep a cool head, the Princess trotted calmly to the hallway outside her bedroom, finding the guards stationed there. She asked them what the noise was, but neither of them knew and were actually waiting for a third guard who went downstairs to find out.
She made to step around them only to have one block her path.
“Please, your majesty, this could be nothing,” he tried to reason. “Possibly a mishap in one of the alchemy labs or even a collision between transports outside the castle.”
“I appreciate your dedication, Swift Wing.” Celestia always took pride in knowing each one of her guards by name. “But I’m going to investigate anyways.”
“It could be dangerous, we can’t allow you to go.” Swift Wing again blocking her attempt to get by him.
Celestia lowered her gaze to meet that of her guard. They must be scared if they were acting like this. “How will you stop me if I ordered you to allow me to go?” Swift Wing opened his mouth to answer. “And how would you stop me if I didn’t?” She softened her expression upon seeing his clear distress. “You and Sunlit Shield will escort me on my investigation of this matter.”
Swift Wing snapped a salute. “Yes you majesty!”
The two guards fell in step behind her. The further down into the palace proper they went, the clearer it became that this was no simple accident. Even without her magical senses to guide her, the smell of smoke made it clear enough where Celestia was to go.
Though part of her had been dreading it, Celestia’s heart skipped a beat upon seeing the palace’s firepony brigade rushing in and out of the entrance to the Canterlot Archives. When she finally managed to get by, she had to stop again in awe of the destruction. A large number of shelves and cabinets had been damaged by fire, but the path of destruction appeared to be confined to a fairly straight line.
If only that line didn’t extend from the door of the Black Room to the outside of the Archive’s wall. She reacted quickly to that, ignoring her escorts and throwing open the door to the safe room as quickly as possible. The door itself had suffered massive damage, bent outwards on its metal frame with a hole melted through the middle. The inside of the room was scattered with shards that used to compose the secure box she herself created and charmed with seven spells designed to keep anything from even opening the box from the outside…
…but not from the inside.
Soon, Celestia would know what the Alicorn Amulet was capable of.
It was raining in Ponyville. This rain wasn’t the one the ponies usually crafted for crops or to keep weather in check. No, this one was natural, untamed. It came right from the Everfree.
Lighting and thunder fell with the fury of an angry dragon pursuing a pack of diamond dogs that had dared to raid its horde. The storm struck Ponyville as a grim reminder there were things in the world they couldn’t regulate. The wild magic from the Everfree, too powerful and too ancient to be controlled, besieged the town’s night with the darkness of it clouds, keeping away the moon. Only the lightning was allowed to bring light to this night.
*KRAKOOM!!!*
A lightning strike illuminated the cemetery, striking too close to one of the graves. The light revealed the temporary marker:
Here lies
Trixie Silverlight Lulamoon
The Great and Powerful
She brought magic to our lives
The night went back to darkness after that, until a new flash brightened the area. However, this second light wasn’t heralded by the ominous roar of the thunder. Neither was it of the same white light of the lightning.
*Flash!*
A crimson ball of light made its way through the cemetery. Like an arrow, it went fast and directly towards its target. The object inside the ball of light hit the ground of Trixie’s grave and dug its way through the earth until reaching the coffin under it, burrowing through the coffin’s pine lid. The Alicorn Amulet wormed its way into Trixie’s remains, settling itself in the cavity it had been extracted from days earlier.
*baBum*
Like blood coming from a deep wound, necroplasm flowed out of the Amulet, filling the coffin.
*baBum, baBum*
The liquified dark magic was boiling, shaking the ground of the grave.
*baBum baBum*
Inside the coffin, the mess of broken bones and torn skin was slowly reforming. In the middle of it all, the dark magic of the amulet started to glow.
*baBUM! baBUM!*
The first test to the Amulet’s might was to give Trixie power beyond mortals. This time, it was going to do far more than that.
*BABUM! BABUM!*
Once again, like a wardrum, the Alicorn Amulet’s power pulsed with rage. A new pulse of thunder and lightning graced the night, this time hitting the marker on Trixie’s grave, shattering it.
“Trixie Lulamoon of Equestria”
Suddenly, all the movement inside the coffin ceased.
“RISE!”
An azure claw rose from under the ground, surrounded by a red aura.
It was a dark and stormy night.
… long live The Powerful.
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Black Racer eh? That's some obscure shit right there.
Black racer?
I was expecting one of the Godhand.
*Le Gasp* Trixies Mom is the acting Pony-Reaper and Trixie is a real Tartarus-Spawn now?
The tension is so thick, you need an Eviscerator to cut through it!
https://youtu.be/PeDqIv7ILiI
#toomuchsuspense
This is a LOT to take in, WOW.
Sigh.
No rest for the wicked, eh?
Well, let's see where road lead you, o Clan of Lulamoon.
I hope you all find rest in the end.
But for now...
What can Princesses of Mortals, Aspects of Harmony, Bone Lady and Daughter of Death opossed the accursed Amulet?
This sure as fuck is going places I never would have expected from it. I absolutely love it.
If I were death, I am sure I would be so sick of that joke by now.
given what's about to come out, i approve of the star wars reference
I can't get the smile off my face for how that was written, especially the end. I saw the Bone Mare being Trixie's mother from the 'Spent time in Orleans' and 'Never reaped your mothers' soul' lines. I can't wait for the reveal of the 'Undead and Powerful Trixie's' reveal to the living pony population, especially since she has no Magic Limiter on her horn anymore. All in all a great chapter and anticipatingly waiting for the next.
-Ambassador of the Changelings,
Dopple Ganger
Just wow, didnt see that coming. Great chapter.
The various aspects of Death having different avatars is also in some of Pratchett's Disc World novels. There is a Death of Rats, sort of a companion to Mort, the Death of Humans. The series Dead Like Me was excellent, it's a shame it was so short lived.
I tell you one thing, though. I was a convenience store clerk for awhile & talking to customers gets real old, real fast. They all say the same things over & over & it feels like you've been having the same conversation w the same person FOREVER! They say about 2 or 3 words & you could conduct both sides of the conversation for about the next 5 minutes. (One of many reasons I don't have that job anymore)
This story, so far so good. Was Black Racer from Speed Racer? (Or am I thinking of Racer X ?) It was about 40 years ago & I never watched the series.
Azure... claw?
Huh, Black Lantern Trixie
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Well, the story has been sticking pretty closely to the events of season 3 so far. At that point in the season you should recall the ill-fated balloon ride at the end of Wonderbolt Academy.
Suffice it to say, Dash does not manage to catch everypony this time around, as Dash's own thoughts in chapter 10, Trixie's recollection in chapter 11 (and the main events of chapter 12 will) show. We decided to deal with the aftermath of that gruesome incident as opposed to the immediate effects.
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Hm... it sounds like I might have to rewatch an episode or two.
Wait, Cloudsdale doesn't have a special weather service for dramatically appropriate thunderstorms?
6570460 How about...
Oh god, what evil force has taken Trixie fro her eternal slumber so soon?
Hope the jerk who did is blown to bits.
Trixie resurexted as a banshee. Now that's some serious shiet...
Also you Bone Mare... dayuum! So much buff for Trixie once again but it's her story, so it's okay I guess? It's a bunch of mixed feelings...
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Hey! Jack Kirby deserves the nod.
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: [dead horse noises]
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Well, a lot of characters crossed my mind, like Grim Reaper (from Billy and Mandy), Death (from Sandman), Hades (Disney's) and of course, The Seventh Seal's Death. But then, 'Walker came up with that Bone Mistress and the idea of linking her to Baron Samedi from vodoun/voodoo tradition. I thought it was a neat concept and decied to walk the extra step of linking it to Trixie's own time in Neigh Orleans.
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Did I mention I used to write every chapter under my pen with a cliffhanger? There was a time (barely more than a year ago) I was actually unable to write "The End" without adding a question mark.
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Not enough suspense. Must follow the master.
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Man, that sounds like an AWESOME! trailer for what's coming next. In fact, PM me, if you can do that again I might as well ask you to write a short description for another project I'm working on.
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The Bone Mare is probably as tired of that joke as everyone else, but since this is her daughter we're talking about, she can pretend it's funny for a moment.
Technical true is best true.
(To think that this is the toned down version. Between 'Walker's and my editions, there was a point when this was more blatant).
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The Bone Mare/Hope Lulamoon: Hey everyone I'm a mother! Woo!
Hey, Princess Luna, I have a daughter.
I have a daughter, random dead guy.
Cemetery! I have a daugh-teeer.
Hey, Caronte, guess what, I have a daughter. Did you know that?
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Yeah, it was like one of those mystery tales where they give you all the clues and you're supposed to assemble it faster than the story does it. The first ones to pop in my mind are Dan Brown's books.
Oh, and a full Alicorn Amulet powered Trixie is on the lose now. The reactions may vary, but I think the standard one will be "The horror" turned up to eleven.
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Which one? Because there was a lot of things coming in this chapter.
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Care to elaborate?
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Allow me to ad my two coins:
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The Blackest Night falls from the skies,
the darkness grows as all light dies.
She craves your hearts and your demise
by my Dead Hoof - Trixie shall rise!
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It had one, but they were on mandatory vacations. Something about being overworked by that Frankie Einstein guy.
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The Bone Mare/Hope Lulamoon: Oh, if there's someone behind this, I will know. And whoever it is, he won't see death as the peaceful release most of ponies come to know.
6572696
Banshee?
Hmm, didn't considered that. Heh, a Banshee, lady of death and harbinger of tragedy. HA! with Trixie's doom bringing bad luck, she may as well be one.
img05.deviantart.net/2f62/i/2012/143/5/6/bird_and_banshee_by_valkyrie_girl-d50wkp3.jpg
(I wonder if I could adapt that to a pony?)
P.S.: What would Larson do?
6573090
Just when it looks like everything is starting to go well for Trixie, and hoping we might see the Next Great Adventure...
...we get the Amulet going "Even In Death, And Beyond" on Trixie. Jelaous possessive much?
6573090 Yes Trixie shall rise.... and then blasted into oblivion by White Lanterns.
6573090 I was refering to "trixie lulamoon... Rise" but i'll take credit for that too
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The edits were a good idea, then. It was just blatant enough to make me feel dumb for not picking up on it sooner, but not so blatant to be impossible to overlook. A very nice balance.
Also, Trixie has friends on the other side. Or more specifically, her Mother is Death. Like 6569896 said, I didn't see that one coming. Also, I thought the Alicorn Amulet was going to grow a new body for Trixie using the bits and pieces still stuck to it as a base, but busting out of a sealed room and digging up Trixie's grave all on it's own was a good spin on expectations.
6573090 That's a huge biatch of an answer! I like it!
Why do you always take the exotic interpretations? It was the mentation of claws that brought me upon the banshee myths. I rather take the interpretation from my home country: [where we call banshees Strzyga]
img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20060630180934/wiedzmin/images/thumb/d/d9/Strzyga.jpg/500px-Strzyga.jpg
Now this is easy to ponyfy. Maybe you could take the pretty over-artistic teksture of that banshee you found, lay it upon this horrible horrible monster from the slavic domain and change the feet to a type of claw you could get from a hoof. I'm thinking something along the lines of feet of pigs... that could be intresting...
Larson would take the myth, candy-fy it and elaborate upon the subject. As we do now. The real question is: what Polsky would do? [Propably a gayfic but shh, Dave is Perfect]
6573090 Wait a minute. I just realized Trixie has a mother. And she's a reaper. Boy I feel bad for whoever did this to Trixie now.
"So, you took my daughter from her sweet rest of death?"
"Maaayybe?"
"I'll enjoy walking with you to the, "Other side."
6574122 Well, in a way, Trixie did this to herself. Perils of not researching artifacts before use.
Don't know why anyone thought mere physical injury would break the Amulet's hold on Trixie.
...I suppose taking the amulet away MIGHT have worked, had the box it was put in been far more robust.
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Actually, the Black Racer is a New God, from Jack Kirby's latter comics after he left Marvel for DC. The New Gods are supposed to be concepts incarnated, and the Black Racer is death as the inevitable end that reaches everyone, which is how it will catch up on the Princesses, as inevitable...
...and it also looks like this.
http://www.comicvine.com/black-racer/4005-10032/images/
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And there I thought that nobody caught up with that one.
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Gee, that amulet was already creepy without the stalking subtext-- hmm.... [evil laughter]
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I don't know about you, but I don't see any White Lantern around.
Or a ring for what it matters.
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Oh, right.
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Glad we found that tricky (no pun intended) middle ground.
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Man, It's been ages since I played Altered Beast.
And yeah, now Trixie can sing that song and tell the truth;
Well, about the amulet; We still don't even know what it really is, so we can still expect anything.
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Dude, I'm working on a character that's pretty much a Romani ronin that has traveled an entire continent, if not beyond; exotic is just the logical first step when it comes to it. Also, this very fic inception is me trying to get outside of any box I can find, so I have to constantly rethink it to keep it faithful to its original intention.
On Trixie's look, 'Walker and I already have something, and that's all I can say on the matter.
Now, on what to do, I think I should step outside of the box and ask "What will Nightwalker and I do?"
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The Bone Mare/Hope Lulamoon: Are you ready?
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Now THAT is a good point.
6575018 Oh but I have a trick! PLOT DEVICE! GO!
*Portal opens and white rings... WHITE RINGS EVERYWHERE*
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Shame about the pun, I would have enjoyed it.
Honestly, I feel like want to offer to help sometimes, but then you surprise me again and I am glad I am not a pre-reader. It's one of those stories.
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Thanks, mate.
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For all that I complained when I first commented on it, I've really grown to love it. You've been doing a great job. Kudos, bro.
Yeah, that's why Evil Artifacts are illegal. Not because they perform Unspeakable Acts, but because they don't come w the required safety warnings!
Plus, they all have completely inadequate tech support. There isn't an evil wizard ever born that can write an adequate User's Manual, they are worse than computer geeks.
If only Trixie had consulted the Better Business Bureau before buying. But, sadly, they never do.
6575018 Not like it's bad. The wierd stuff just screws with my mind.
We know you do. We had never any dubts.
Now go out there and write a new chapter, because we belive in you!
The ride's not over yet! I'm going to get whiplash if we keep up like this, but I love it!
Trixie's reaction: "OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!"
6571971 what about...
I'm surprised that I remembered about this...
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You know, I'm not sure how it will sound, but that comment I'll remember as one of my greatest triumphs with this series. So, thank you for making it possible.
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The fault is all on evil wizards. Next they'll be taking our jobs and there goes Equestria!
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And so, this song became that comment's soundtrack.
Thank you.
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If you knew...
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If. You. Knew!
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P.S.: Soundtrack off!
6581591 Hey, us evil wizards gotta eat too! I've got mouths to feed, bills to pay, and there's nothing in this world for free! No, there definitely isn't any rest for the wicked. Or did you think money grew on trees?
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Okay that's a fair point. I got nothing.
But dey terk urr jerbs!
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Honestly, it's deserved. Your writing chops really have come a long way since then, too. The last chapter in particular is something I'm sure will stick with me.
That line? Honestly gave me the shivers. It's one of those "killer lines" that maybe one out of a few hundred stories ever manages to have for me - the sort that comes together so perfectly, I end up remembering them long after I've forgotten the details of what a story or book was even about.
The only other one I've seen here is from Ringcaat's "The pony who lived upstairs," which is an excellent "first contact" type of story that I recommend very much, by the way.
If that sounds vaguely like someone crying out to an uncaring god, it would be because that's kind of what it is, in a strange and only half-figurative way. I have only the vaguest idea anymore what happened in the rest of the chapter it's from, but it just brings it all together in that perfect way.
6581591 I would take "No bullets fly" but this is cool too!
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Oh, It. Is. On.
Great so far. Some advice from an old Bugs Bunny cartoon to whoever raised Trixie "Never send a monster to do the work of an Evil Scientist"
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If you want a good story with a really killer single line, check out Best Friends Forever by Obselescence if you haven't already. It got a favorite from me solely for Celestia's last line to Twilight. That was a thing of beauty.
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I've read that and it's a pretty good one, I agree. It didn't work quite as well for me, though. I suppose the theme of it just never did for me.