Diary and Journal of the Delta Guardian
Friday 22nd of October, Year 43 AD

Probably won’t be adding much commentary on my story from now on, unless of course it’s something major, or I think you might need a warning. Just a courtesy, y’know?

But yeah. This part of the story is… I dunno. I guess it’s what you’d expect somepony to do when a flaming meteor crashes into their back yard. Or the equivalent thereof at the time, I suppose.

Trixie was a simple mare, in her own eyes. She had simple wants and simple needs. All she wanted was to be loved and adored by all of Equestria, and all that she needed was the undivided attention of the masses as she went from her jewel-encrusted mansion to the stages that the privileged ponies that booked her built in her honor.

...At least, that was what she used to think she wanted. Certain events had shattered that vision, making her realise that all she really wanted was to make ponies happy with her performances, and all she really needed was her little caravan and the memories she made on the road. Granted, the fame and fortune would be nice, but she didn’t need it anymore.

The travelling showmare had made camp on the outskirts of the Whitetail Woods, a simple resting point as night fell on her journey across the Equestrian wilderness. Of course, with camp came work and she had spent the better part of the afternoon gathering firewood, restocking her water, and being sure her shelter was properly maintained.

After making sure her camp was good enough, Trixie had set about her cooking. A simple rabbit stew that sat bubbling in a pot over a relatively small campfire. While eating meat was a rather large taboo for most of Ponykind, Trixie liked it. There was nothing quite like the taste, especially when it was cooked just right. The juices that splashed across her tongue with every slow, savouring bite… there was just no substitute, and any attempt to make one in the past had left her feeling quite ill.

Trixie was currently lay back on the ground, a blanket beneath her as she stared up at the stars. Hat and cloak alike had been stored away within her caravan, hung from the hook that was their home when not worn, the showmare instead lay in a pair of blue jogging pants and a silver tank top that matched her mane. Letting out a soft sigh, the magician closed her eyes, attempting for a moment to bring her thoughts under control.

“Ponyville…” she began, speaking aloud into the night air, “was a disaster. I know I stretch the truth a little sometimes, but really, what were those colts thinking!? Luring an Ursa Minor into town was just… ugh, so stupid…” Pausing for a moment, Trixie sighed once again, covering her eyes with her palms. “And all my fault… guess I can’t go around telling kids I do all that stuff anymore… and that’s if my reputation isn’t ruined to the point I can’t get a gig anyway…”

With a groan, Trixie pushed herself up slightly, leaning back on her hands as she stared up at the sky once again. “What am I gonna do…?” she asked herself quietly, desperately searching for an answer in the stars. After a moment, the showmare blinked, confused as a streak of emerald green light shot across the tapestry of Princess Luna’s night.

With a wave of her hand and a pink flash of her horn, a small telescope flew from Trixie’s caravan straight into her grip, where she proceeded to point it at the sky above. She peered through. Just as she’d thought, the object streaking across the sky was a shooting star, though the emerald flames that made up its contrails struck her as odd.

Lowering the telescope, Trixie stared at the star as it travelled across the sky, finding that the sight provided her with an odd sense of clarity. After a moment, a memory rose to the surface of her mind, surprising her with its unprompted arrival.

”Remember girls,” a middle-aged mare spoke, smiling down at a young Trixie and a second filly, coloured the same hue as a blue flame, with a two-tone mane of charcoal and white. “Whenever you see a shooting star, make a wish, and one way or another it will come true.”

“Wow!” young Trixie cried, lilac eyes sparkling in wonder. “Is that true Mama? Really?”

“Of course,” the other fillie laughed, pushing the young Trixie lightly. “Ms. Lulamoon never lies!”

“Not to you two, at least,” Trixie’s mother joked, causing both fillies to burst out giggling.

A smile found its way onto Trixie’s face as the memory drew to a close, her gaze lifting once again as she traced the shooting star’s path. Nodding to herself, the showmare clasped her hands together, closing her eyes tight as she thought of the right words to say.

“I wish…” she began, pausing for a moment as her smile faded. “I wish something would change…”

Opening her eyes once more, Trixie looked back to the shooting star, watching it until it disappeared over the horizon, and for a few moments after she stared after it, as though expecting something to happen. When nothing did, however, she sighed, standing and heading back into her caravan, the campfire dying out with an absent water-concentrator spell that drew the moisture from the air.

As she pulled the door to her caravan closed, Trixie cast one last look in the direction of the star… and smiled. Somehow, she felt something very good would be coming soon.

Something very bad had come.

Trixie stared with wide, terrified eyes at the emerald blaze that was tearing through the forest, for once thankful for being woken up in the middle of the night, as that had given her time enough to move her caravan far enough away from the flames to keep herself safe.

Pokemon scurried and galloped and stampeded away from the forest in a panic, some weaving between her legs and others leaping over her abandoned campsite. At one point, she caught sight of a pair of Sawsbuck attempting to escape even as flaming trees crashed down around them. Without a second thought, she sent a pulse of magic their way, blasting the fallen trees away to clear a path for the creatures, both of whom quickly took the chance to flee.

A sharp tugging at her hair managed to pull Trixie’s gaze from the blaze, causing her to spin around with a yelp only to lock eyes with a small, floating Pokemon, coloured a grey-blue with pink highlights at the ends of each of the many hair-like appendages atop its head. Red eyes with yellow sclera stared back at her, a string of five crimson gemstones glittering in the firelight around the Misdreavus’ neck.

“Um…” Trixie muttered, starting to feel a little uncomfortable with how the Ghost Pokemon was just staring at her. After a moment, however, the Misdreavus floated around her, moving towards the still-burning forest and looking back as though it wanted her to follow. When she didn’t move, however, it rolled its eyes before floating back over and grabbing her hair in its mouth, pulling harshly towards the forest.

“H-hey!” Trixie cried, staggering forward from the initial pull before catching herself, pulling her hair back. “What’s wrong with you!?”

“Mis!” the Misdreavus shot back, using its whole body to try and point her into the forest.

“I’m not going in there!” the showmare screeched, eyes wide. Misdreavus shook its head, finally deciding to ignore her as it turned and flew into the blaze itself, making Trixie’s eyes widen in shock. “H-hey, wait!” she called, biting her lip nervously for a moment before throwing up a basic shielding spell and hurrying after the Pokemon, weaving around any still-standing trees as she attempted to keep the Screech Pokemon in her line of sight.

However, focusing on the Ghost ahead of her proved to be Trixie’s downfall, as an unseen root that stuck out of the ground caught her foot, causing the showmare to trip and fall. As she pushed herself up, Trixie froze, a loud cracking sound echoing through the forest. Looking up, she saw a blazing tree branch breaking away from the tree, having time enough to scream before it fell, certain this would be her end.

A wave of psychic energy shot through the branch as it approached the showmare, splintering the wood and sending shards scattering over the ground. Trixie blinked in surprise, heart racing as she looked up to see the Misdreavus floating above her, concern in its distinctly feminine eyes.

“Th-thank you…” Trixie breathed, climbing to her feet as the Misdreavus nodded and continued on its way. She made sure to stick close to the Ghost this time.

Trixie and Misdreavus hurried through the forest together after that, the showmare keeping a magical barrier around them to protect from any other falling debris as the Ghost Pokemon cleared their path with its Psywave attack, blasting fallen trees apart. At one point, Trixie glanced back, managing a smile as she saw that the Pokemon of the forest were using the path they had carved in order to escape faster as well. After a time, the showmare skidded to a halt, eyes wide in shock as she stared down at what lay before her with Misdreavus at her side.

A massive crater, easily the size of a small neighbourhood - if not bigger - and deep enough that, if Trixie were to stand on her own shoulders ten times, she would still only just reach the top. Shaking off those thoughts, however, drew the showmare’s eyes to what lay in the center of the crater. Not a meteorite, or even a spaceship - that idle thought told Trixie she needed to cut down on the comic books - but…

“Is that a person?!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Trixie leapt over the edge of the crater, sliding down the steep decline on her rear. She had to make sure they were okay. If this person was in the middle of the crater… that did not bode well for their health, to say the least.

Upon reaching the prone figure - a woman, Trixie noticed with a blush as she rolled her over, revealing the burned and charred clothing beneath the tattered brown cloak that had covered her backside beforehand - the first thing that the showmare made sure of was her pulse. Years of working with pyrotechnics had lead to Trixie taking at least a basic course in First Aid, meaning it was almost instinctual as she reached for the woman’s neck, placing two fingers to the flesh just beneath her jaw. After a moment, Trixie released a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding - there was a pulse, and it was a strong one.

Looking around, Trixie resolved that staying in the centre of the impact site was not a good idea. After making sure the woman could breath properly, and that she was adequately covered up - an awkward process, as Trixie steadfastly refused to touch anywhere inappropriately for fear of any repercussions should the strange woman awaken - a gentle purple light surrounded her, lifting both the stranger and the showmare out of the crater before setting Trixie gently on the edge. Looking around for a moment, Trixie allowed herself a smile as her Misdreavus companion floated to her side, nodding silently before moving to clear the path ahead of them. The return trip seemed like it would be much easier.

Zoey awoke with a groan, pushing herself into a sitting position before grabbing her head in pain. Her skull throbbed in agony, the feeling of a truck smashing into her coursing through her head every time she tried to open her eyes.

“One Hell of a hangover…” Zoey muttered, rubbing at her temples in an attempt to reduce the pain. “Fuck, didn’t think they’d let me drink… hope I can have some coffee or something…”

“Trixie placed a pot on the fire ten minutes ago.”

Zoey paused. Cracking open an eye, she glanced at the woman across from her, idly taking in the fact that she was covered in a coarse-looking blue fur and had long, silver-blue hair. A horn also shot out from her forehead. Wordlessly, Zoey looked around herself, recognising the telltale signs of a stereotypical traveller’s caravan.

Looking back to the blue woman, Zoey sighed. “Okay, what drugs did you slip me?” she asked tiredly.

“W-what!?” the blue woman cried indignantly, causing Zoey to flinch as her head throbbed in pain once more.

“Nevermind!” Zoey shot back hurriedly. “Just… keep your voice down… head hurts…”

“Oh, sorry,” the woman replied, being sure to stay quieter. “So, um…”

“Who are you?” Zoey asked suddenly, cutting off the stranger’s words. “And more importantly, where am I? Obviously not the hospital, they would never give me anything this nice…”

“Oh, this is Trixie’s home,” the woman answered easily, gesturing around the space that, while large enough for someone on their own, felt rather cramped at the moment. “Trixie is a travelling magician, bringing joy to the fillies and colts of Equestria.”

“Uh-huh,” Zoey muttered, nodding along. “And… ignoring that you sound crazy, who is this Trixie?”

The woman blinked, tilting her head to the side for a second before seeming to come to a realisation and pointing to herself. “Sorry, I have a habit of slipping into the third person when around others. It's something from my performances that just kinda became a tic. I’m Trixie.”

Again, Zoey nodded, before shivering. It was then that she noticed she was sat covered by naught but the cloak of her costume. “Right… okay then Trixie, one more question. For now at least.” Looking up to Trixie, Zoey opened her cloak, raising a brow as the blue woman’s face erupted into a crimson blush. “Where are my clothes?”

“Th-they were destroyed when I f-found you,” Trixie replied, averting her gaze as much as possible within the small space. “I-I covered you the best I could, b-but… you can borrow some of Trix-” She paused, cursing under her breath before continuing. “Some of my clothes if you like. At least until you get your own.”

Zoey nodded. That seemed plausible enough. Closing the cloak around herself again, she looked around. “So… we’re in your caravan, which is in… Equestria, did you say?”

“Yes,” Trixie replied, chancing a peek before sighing in relief and turning to give Zoey her full attention. “We’re about a week’s travel from Ponyville, and I’m on my way towards Applewood right now.”

Sighing deeply, Zoey shook her head. “Are we moving now?” she asked, receiving a shake of the head from Trixie in answer. “Good. That gives you the option of getting out while I get dressed, I really don’t care if you watch though. Where do you keep the clothes you wear the least.”

Blushing once more, Trixie pointed to a small chest in the back of the caravan, watching in interest as Zoey stood up and moved in that same direction. She promptly vacated the caravan when the woman threw her cloak off, revealing her bare skin without a care in the world.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to strip in front of ponies!” the showmare called over her shoulder, grumbling quietly.

“Nope,” Zoey shot back. “She just told me I was a worthless slut.”

Trixie suddenly decided to cut off her rude comeback.

After a few moments of silence, Zoey eventually stepped out of the caravan, now garbed in simple black pants and a sky blue strapless crop top. “Ugh,” she muttered, tugging at the top that accentuated her curves flatteringly. “I feel like I’m wearing half of a leotard here. Which, normally, I’d be all for, but this is a little too small too.”

“Sorry,” Trixie offered, rubbing the back of her head. “I noticed earlier that you were a little… ahem, larger than me in some areas.”

Zoey blinked, looking over Trixie for a moment before her gaze landed on the mare’s chest. “Oh!” she cried in realisation, slamming a fist into her open palm. “Right, gotcha. My tits are bigger.”

Trixie’s face turned crimson once again in a matter of seconds as she stammered, tripping over her words before sighing. “You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” she asked in resignation, massaging her temples.

“Nope,” Zoey shrugged. Looking around for a second, she blinked. “Holy shit, what happened here?!” she cried suddenly, eyes going wide as she took in the sight of the burned foliage and blackened grass.

Looking up, Trixie blinked. “Oh, that was the fire that I found you in the middle of,” she offered. “Luckily the rain started up not long after I got back, but… yeah. A meteor crashed into the middle of the forest and started a blaze.” Pausing for a moment, she looked around, kicking a loose pebble. “It was strange, though…”

“How so?” Zoey asked curiously, rubbing at her arm worriedly.

“Well, the whole blaze was green.”

Cursing under her breath, Zoey sighed. “Yeah… yeah, that’d do it…”

“Do what?” Trixie asked, raising a brow curiously.

Sighing again, Zoey turned to the stranger that had rescued her. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, I guess. But first of all… I never told you my name, did I?”

“No,” Trixie replied, crossing her arms.

“Well, it’s Zinnia.”

And that there lead to a long, confusing, and quite frankly kinda awkward conversation about what I was and where I came from. Of course, Trixie didn’t quite believe me when I told her that there was no meteor, and that it was just me that had crashed into the forest, but as I explained more - specifically the bit about the chat with Rayquaza - she seemed to open up to the idea.