Memories Set In Stone

by MrSandwich116

Chapter 1: The Fall Of The Great And Powerful Trixie

"Hah! You may have vanquished an Ursa Minor, but you will never have the amazing showstopping ability of The Great And Powerful Trixie!"

Trixie exclaimed as she cast a smoke spell allowing her to escape Ponyville. For a moment, she worried the ponies wouldn't let her escape, she looked back in fear. It seemed like the pegasus with the rainbow colored mane had thought to do so but stopped mid-air for some reason. Regardless, she kept galloping until her hooves couldn't take her any further. Once she stopped what felt like miles away from Ponyville, she shut her eyes trying to catch her breath.

How had a regular old unicorn been able to defeat an Ursa-Minor? And more importantly, how was that unicorn better at magic than The Great And Powerful Trixie? These thoughts bounced around in Trixie's head as she listened to her heartbeat slowly regulate to it's normal pace. She began to shiver as she realized that she'd left her hat and cape back in her cart along with all her other possessions. But there was no way she was going back to get it. Despite the fact that she had nothing to do with the Ursa-Minor attacking Ponyville, she was still sure she'd be less than welcome there again.

"Ugh, what did The Great And Powerful Trixie do to deserve this!" She cried out in anger. Her voice was lost amongst the trees that surrounded her. "Where am I exactly?" She muttered to herself as she analyzed her surroundings. It seemed to be a forest, she'd gotten herself lost in a forest of all places! She let out another cry of anger as she sent a spell at a nearby pile of rubbish, she merely knocking a bit of bark off of a discarded branch. The force of the spell sent the a piece of the debris flying at her forehead. Trixie let out a yelp as the small piece of wood flew across her face leaving behind a large gash that bled profusely. "Things couldn't get any worse!" She yelled in pain.

Almost as if to disprove her exclamation low growls began to emanate from the wilderness around her. Trixie's eyes widened as she slowly turned around to see multiple sets of green eyes enveloped in darkness staring at her. Not only that but the pile of rubbish she had shot at began to move and change shape, from a pile of sticks and leaves into the menacing form of a wolf. She tried to force her body to run away but her hooves could barely hold her up at that point. Timber wolves, she'd only ever heard of them but she'd never seen any in person, despite their constant appearance and defeat in her made-up stories. She recalled how her stories went. In those she'd show up just in time to save some helpless village and blast the timber wolves with some miscellaneous spell that would either destroy or ridicule them, whichever Trixie felt would impress the crowd more.

"Stay back lest you wish to feel the wrath of The Great And Powerful Trixie!" She cried out standing on her hind legs to emphasize her greatness and power like she'd done countless times before. The timber wolves weren't impressed, especially since standing on her hind legs turned out to be too much for Trixie's tired body to handle. She hit the ground with a dull thud as they began to creep closer to her, moving in smooth circular motions as they prepared to pounce on their prey. She produced another shot of magic, the blue bolt simply bounced off the wolf's massive frame, not even chipping the creature like she had before.

"The Great And Powerful Trixie is showing mercy by not destroying you all in a single blow! Leave now or you will have to face my full magical might!" This time her voice began to crack with an uncertainty that she didn't realize she was feeling. Trixie spun her head around in despair looking for a way out, anything at all! She shot another bolt, this time it didn't even reach it's target, fizzing out a few feet from one of the wolve's faces. She wished she could run away but it was far too late for that.

The blood from the gash on Trixie's head began to seep into her eyes, tinting her vision red. She desperately wiped her hoof across her face, only making her completely blind to her attackers. "Trixie has destroyed hundreds of timber wolves you are nothing to the likes of The Great And Powerful Trixie!" Trixie jumped as she heard a twig snap right next to her ear. "This is your final warning!" Trixie curled herself into a ball, she could feel the breath of one of the creatures on her body and it's hot saliva dripping onto her face. "I warned you! Now prepare to feel the wrath of The Great And Powerful Trixie!"

A loud crack broke the wolve's growls. She could feel the wolves divert their attention away from her. She tried to spin her head around to see why but it was impossible, her body was paralyzed The timber wolves resumed their growling this time in a different direction. Trixie tried to at least open her eyes to cracking sound but her head fell to the floor leaving her dizzy and beginning to fall unconscious.

"Do you need help?" A bored monotone sounding voice came through over the growls of the monsters who'd found new prey. Trixie however only barely heard, it felt as though she was perceiving the world from within an aquarium where sounds and feelings had to force their way through the glass and water to have any hope of being perceived.

"The Great And Powerful Trixie needs help from nopony!" Trixie yelled as she began to slip into an all too familiar and recurring dream.

It was the first day at magic kindergarden. Trixie trotted alongside her mother and father. They dressed in the same style they always did, expensive and over the top. They made Trixie do the same but it didn't really matter to her, she was far too excited to notice details like those.

"Now Trixie I hope you know how important it is that you pass the entry exam with flying colors." Her father said in the snooty Canterlot voice that most ponies in the city had. In the dream her father's face was blurred, the same as her mother's. "Yes, especially considering-"Her mother's voice always became garbled in this part of the dream "-it's a wonder they let her in at all let alone having her be-" Her speech went back to garbled gibberish. Trixie's father told her to stop talking as he pushed open the door leading to the exam room.

There was a huge hole in the ceiling that was still in the process of being repaired along with many broken windows very recently replaced it seemed. Four unicorn ponies all in formal attire sat at the back of the room, in the front of the class was a cart with a light blue egg polka-dotted with slightly darker blue spots. On the side there was a small picture of the egg breaking and a dragon emerging. Trixie's parents stood right behind her as she stared at the egg. In the dream, it always felt like she'd done this hundreds of times before, even though she'd only done it once in real life.

But no matter how hard she tried to change the outcome of the exam, it never did. Her horn would let out blue sparks, like it always did. The egg would begin to glow and levitate, like it always did. Trixie would feel a rush of joy, like she always did. In that moment her cutie mark would always appear as she began to believe that all of the stories they'd told her of who she was and what she could do were true. And right when it seemed she had found her calling and would pass the entrance exam, the egg would explode, covering the room in the slimy remains of the fetus, like it always did.

Trixie always wished the dream would end here, earlier if possible, but it never did. The ponies would tell Trixie and her parents how she hadn't passed the test, doing so in disgust trying to wipe the slime off of their clothing. And then her parents would start yelling at the ponies all in garbled speech until the very end when they said the five words that have never left her since "Don't you know who she is?!" She's not even sure her parents even said those five words, the words that haunted her so, they could have been some part of the garbled speech that she mistook for words. At this point the scattered contents of the egg would begin to gather around Trixie. Every time she had the dream what appeared from the viscera would be different. This time it formed the residents of Ponyville. "Don't you know that she is-" The sentence was concluded not in the voices of her parents but in a garbled and monstrous version of her own voice resonating from the remains of that poor dragon. Trixie tried to cover her ears but it was as if the words came from her own head her own mouth, those five words. "-The Great And Powerful Trixie!"

She awoke screaming as a large beam of energy painfully blew out of her horn obliterating the wall beside her. She could hear some large building being blown apart outside even over her own maddened screams. She continued screaming at some internal threat, with a fear that suggested some unbridled terror. Like that of a victim about to be devoured by a horrid monster. Her screams are cut short as she is hit in the back of the head by some hard object sending her into a more blissful dreamless sleep.

Comments

[RainCrasher]

An interesting start, but I rather like it. I can buy the dream as being a source of Trixie's insecurities and such, and a very valid reason for Trixie ending up on the rock farm in the first place. Good work. I shall be watching this story with interest.

[MrSandwich116]

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Thanks a lot! You don't know how much it means to me to get positive feedback on my first story, I'll try not to disappoint!

[zalla661]

I love how despite Trixie's best effort she still tried to keep the timberwolves at bay with her magic. Great and powerful or not, such acts of bravery are what make real heroes in the end. To stand against such opposition and try to make a difference like she tried in Ponyville. Good job keeping her in character.

Glad to see someone gets this concept with Trixie. Put on your brave face Trixie!

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[zalla661]

6044088 Yeah because nothing says tragic backstory like having dragon fetus all over your face. I know that was tactless but I can't help myself. That's what I felt when i read that part. I t was good, just hard to take it seriously when the idea of undeveloped dragon fetus is scattered all over.

But I too shall follow this story! Maud is fourth best pony!

[MrSandwich116]

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Glad you liked it!

[SusieBeeca]

Timberwolves, and then an exploding fetus. Good job, you have my attention! On to the next chapter!