The Only Chapter
I eagerly followed my wife as Trixie slowly trotted ahead of me. We had just left a restaurant, celebrating our tenth anniversary of being together in general. The school was closed for the summer so we didn’t have any real work responsibilities to worry about.
Ponyville seemed so different now then it did about ten years ago. More than just ponies lived here now. I paused and waved at Lyra and Bon Bon before galloping to catch up to Trixie. Sunburst got married to Night Glider, a move than stunned us all. I honestly expected him and Twilight to get married but she got together with a former royal guard.
“Are you okay?” I asked, finally breaking the silence as I opened the door of our house with my magic for Trixie.
“I’m fine,” Trixie answered as she stared at her wagon in our front yard through the living room window. Even though we had settled down and bought our own home, Trixie insisted on keeping the wagon. Even when a stallion from a museum wanting to buy the wagon to put in a Heroes Of Equestria exhibit, Trixie refused. She also chased him around the yard with a pitch fork before I quickly intervened. Why we had a pitch fork, I have no clue. I’d be lying if a part of me didn’t find it hilarious.
“I know you’re lying Trix,” I said sternly as we entered our bedroom and jumped on the bed, levitating the blankets over us. “You get a look that tells me.”
“What is this look?” Trixie asked, flicking her ears curiously as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“Your eyes get kinda small, you get a bit sweaty and look around nervously.”
“Oh.”
“So what’s going on?” I asked as I pressed my muzzle against hers.
“You know how Granny Smith died last year?” Trixie asked quietly.
“How could I forgot? I’ve never seen Apple Bloom cry before like that. Half the town showed up. Even Celestia, Luna and Cadence accompanied Twilight,” I sighed as I remembered it all.
“And remember how Mayor Mare died a few weeks ago?” Trixie pressed. “And somecreature named Amethyst Star took over her position.”
“Where are you going with this?” I asked in slight frustration. I typically was fine with guessing games but not on our anniversary of all days. Trixie sighed as she stared at the ceiling.
“Who’s going to remember us when we’re gone?”
All my frustration disappeared at that as I stared at her in a mix of confusion and surprise.
“What?” Trixie rolled back over and faced me.
“I said, who’s going to remember us when we’re gone?” Trixie repeated her question.
“Where’s this coming from?” I asked.
“We aren’t getting any younger Starlight. We’re in our forties after all. Heck, we don’t even have any kids. Who’s going to remember us when we die? Who’s going to remember Granny Smith or Applejack or Scootaloo or Mayor Mare?” Trixie questioned as she flicked her tail a bit. I wet my lips and looked away.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I like to think that years from now, somecreature is going to open a history book and be like “Who is Starlight Glimmer?” or “Who is Trixie?” and then be like, I know them! The two ponies who saved the Elements and the Princesses from the changelings and the ponies who helped defend their country from Cozy Glow, Tirek and Chrysalis. That’s what I like to think.”
“That’s whats going to happen to you,” Trixie pointed out. “I’m a retired showmare, Starlight. What’s my legacy going to be? We don’t have kids, all I am is a washed up mare stuck in the past.”
“We can always adopt,” I said honestly. “And your legacy is the greatest showpony in all of Equestria. The pony who sacrificed herself almost so I could get to the Queens throne with Thorax. The pony who put her students ahead of her and helped evacuate the school with me and Sunburst. The pony stood by my side with all of Equestria on that hill. That’s your legacy.”
“I’m not the greatest showpony,” Trixie muttered. “That honor goes to Harry Hoofdini.”
“Greatest in my book,” I winked at her. “And the most powerful too.”
“I was back when I was younger,” Trixie admitted. “Just because I still do shows sometimes at our school doesn’t mean I’m great and powerful anymore.”
“Oh please!” I scoffed. “The history books are already being wrote about us all. There’s a whole book dedicated to the two of us alone! And if I remember correctly, you have your own history book being wrote about you. Full of your snarky, sarcastic loud comments.”
“You’re lucky I love you otherwise I would have said something about that,” Trixie said in mock anger as we both laughed. “I guess I was a bit down in the dumps. Especially after my dad died and all.”
“I know,” I sighed and stroked her mane with a hoof. “Jackpot was a nice stallion. Even if he didn’t want you following in his foot steps for some reason and never supported it, he was nice. I do miss him too even if we only met a few times.”
“He supported it after a few years. He only didn’t at first because he told me the life of a magician was a long and lonely road and to make some friends. Only then would I be able to call myself truly great and powerful,” Trixie admitted. “Ten years I had spent traveling, wondering what that meant. When we met, I finally understood what he meant.”
“And if I remember, us being friends wasn’t the high light of us meeting,” I teased. “Pretty sure when we both got drunk on our honeymoon and you told me I was the greatest thing to happen to you.”
“Well okay you got me,” Trixie blushed. “It was the truth by the way. Thanks for listening. I’m not the greatest at emotions as you know.”
“Anything for you,” I grinned as I slid closer to her and pressed our bodies together as Trixie rolled over with her back facing me. “Remember, I still have my own stumbles with being open about my emotions. Just because I’ve gotten better doesn’t mean I don’t falter.”
“True. You always were the strongest of the two of us,” Trixie said with a hint of bitterness. “Sorry that was rude.”
“Meh it is what it is. And just because I’m more talented in some forms of magic, doesn’t make me stronger. You’re way better in stage magic. It’s your special talent after all.”
“Got me there.”
“Feeling better?” I asked after a moment of silence.
“Yes Starlight. Thanks.”
“Anything for you,” I smiled as we laid in silence. “Can I ask a personal question?” Trixie gave a quick bark of laughter and gave me a look.
“After what we’ve done in this bed? How more personal can things be?”
“Why do you like being the small spoon? I always figured you would be the one in control.” Trixie stared at the wall and appeared to be thinking.
“I feel safe,” she finally said. “Not like I feel unsafe normally. Just makes me feel like you’ll always be there like this.”
“Damn right I’ll always be here,” I answered as I nuzzled her mane. “It’s what partners do.” I draped a foreleg over her as I kissed her. “Sorry you felt this way for so long.”
“It’s fine,” Trixie sighed contently. “You can apologize.”
“I just did?”
“Apologize better,” Trixie twisted her head to stare into my eyes and her eyes lidded.
After a sleepy lovemaking session, we passed out in each other’s hooves. I don’t care about the future as long as Trixie is here in it.