Title:           Trixie X Anon The Dreamer (Hiatus)
Author:          onlythedead
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First Edit:      Wednesday 10th of September 2014 05:34:41 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 27th of November 2014 06:13:04 PM CDT

>It's funny.
>You think you should be more afraid.
>You aren't.
>Even as you lay in this shadowed alley in the heart of a busy city, your life slowly ebbing from you, you are calm.
>You are Anon.
>It's the greatest feeling of tranquility you've ever felt, know that it would be over for you soon.
>No more worrying about the minutia of everyday life.
>No more pressures.
>No more people.
>It's not like you were leaving anyone behind anyway.
>Your parents were long gone.
>You had no close friends since you moved across state.
>In a world of billions of people, you were still alone.
>You wanted to live like that, you now realize.
>Inevitability provides a magnificent lens to see things with clarity.
>Shame it took this to allow you to re-evaluate your choices.
>Like, why you were wandering alone in the big city in the middle of the night.
>Why you came across what you did.
>Why you felt compelled to try and stop it.
>You did, you remind yourself as rainwater streams over your prone body.
>You lie facing the sky, the light mid-summer rain washing away the only trace of what had happened to you.
>You felt insignificant.
>You felt cold.
>It was almost over.
>The dark would claim you.
>But-
>Your vision blurred.
>Not from pervasive black.
>But from luminescent white.
>You feel like you are being lifted.
>It was time.
>Time to wake up.
 
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>"Anon... Wake up!"
>Your eyes frantically search the small room you were in.
>Trixie's concerned face greets you.
"It was... a nightmare..."
>You knew it wasn't just that.
>It was the end of your old life.
>"You were thrashing in your sleep... Are you sure your alright?"
>You pull her close to you and fight back unwanted tears.
"Not yet. But... I'm getting better."
>You feel awful for continually doing this.
>You lay awake starring at the ceiling while your marefriend lightly dozes, snuggled into your side.
>For the past few weeks, your dreams have been plagued with life before your time in Equestria.
>You can't really imagine why.
>You and Trixie are officially together.
>Your Magic shows are better then ever.
>So why are you feeling so homesick?
>Trixie's been worried sick about you.
>You constantly wake up in the middle of the night, thrashing and calling out nonsense.
>You need help.
>You have to tell Trixie.
>It might hurt her, but hiding it has only served to make it worse.
>Maybe she would know someone you could talk to.
>Trixie eyes flutter open and stare right at you.
>"Anon.... are you sure your alright? I just want to help you."
>You shift so you are on your side.
"Come morning, we'll talk about what's been bothering me."
>Her frown is apparent, even in the darkness of the wagon.
>"Have I... have I done something wrong? I am not very-"
>You quell her fears with a soft kiss.
"No, you have been nothing but loving and supportive. I'm the one that has been keeping things from you."
>Her frown softens
>"You know you can tell me anything, right?"
>You pull her close enough to hear your heartbeat.
"I know, I thought it was just a phase and it would pass. I didn't want to burden you with my troubles."
>"That's what marefriends are for. Sharing burdens."
>You chuckle.
"I guess I wouldn't really know to much about that. I've never had one before."
>"Not even before? Girlfriend, I mean. You wouldn't have been with a mare on Earth."
>You snicker.
"Some humans might. As for special someones... I'll tell you in the morning."
>"May I-"
"Always."
>She wants you to be the big spoon.
>As you wrap yourself around her she turns her head to look at you with sleep-laden eyes.
>"I love you Anon. Never forget that."
>You tenderly run a hand down her side.
"I love you too Trixie."
>Despite your efforts, sleep eludes you.
 
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>You lay nearly motionless the entire night, listening to the soft breathing of your companion.
>Your mind was trying to figure out how to explain to her exactly what had been keeping you up at night.
>Slowly, the sun's rays began to creep into the wagon.
>You continue to lay staring at the ceiling, your hand absently running through Trixie's mane.
>Trixie was never an early riser, despite her claims to the contrary.
>"It's not that I'm not enjoying that feeling..."
>Damn, she was already awake.
>"But you owe me an explanation."
>You put your head against the back of hers.
"I have been having nightmares..."
>"I gathered that. What about?"
>Her tone was laced with worry.
"It's about my time before I got here. I guess I was so busy trying to stay alive, than everything with you."
>She pushed her back against you as you hold her.
>"You never did tell me just how you got here."
>You shake your head.
"I can't really remember too be honest, or at least I think I can't."
>"Your mincing words your words, Anon. Tell me plainly."
"I died."
>It just slipped out.
>You didn't want it to.
>"Died...? But you are so very much alive."
"That's what the dreams have been about. I'm lying in some alley, something happened to me, and I was dying."
>Silence followed your answer.
"The thing is, after these dreams started... I can't remember anything else. I need help making sense of this."
>Trixie turned to look you in the eyes.
>"As much as it pains me to admit it, my skills at oneiromancy are negligible."
>What was she talking about?
"Orry what?"
>"Dream magic. I admit I have never truly delved into that kind of magic. So we will require some kind of outside assistance... unless of course you want to try and get your hands on a spell book and try anyway."
>Something about that seemed terribly wrong.
"Would that be dangerous?"
>"Any magic is dangerous Anonymous, especially if the spell is cast for the first time."
"How dangerous are we talking?"
>She seems to mull her next words over in her head.
>"Considering I know next to nothing about how your mind works... potentially fatal."
"Yeah, I would rather that not happen. So who can could we go to for this?"
>Trixie bites her lip.
>"The obvious choice is Princess Luna. She takes care off all the dreams of ponies in Equestria."
>You could tell she was omitting something but before you could question her, she continued.
>"A thought occurs that, if she is indeed taking care of dreams... why are you still having yours for so long."
"What else? I can tell when you aren't telling me something."
>She does her best to look away from you.
>"Princess Luna is... the sister of my old mentor. The teacher I ran away from to pursue my own path... for you I would face that, but I worry that she can't help."
"I understand. Do you know of anyo- er anypony else that could help me?"
>She looks thoughtful.
>"I have heard that there is some kind of shaman in the Everfree forest. Some rumours say that they deal in potions and other remedies. I'll admit that this is going to be something of a long shot, reports as to where exactly they are are few and conflicting."
>That left you with a choice.
>Try to find some shaman in the woods.
>Or travel to Canterlot and request assistance from the Princesses.
>One of which is your marefriend's estranged teacher.
>Neither option seemed particularly promising.
>On one hand, If Trixie was right and Luna's magic couldn't help you it would be a wasted trip.
>On the other a mysterious shaman in the woods might turn out to be nothing more than a Snakeoil vendor at best and nonexistent at worst.
>"Well Anonymous, what do you thing we should do?"
 
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