Upon reaching the top of the immense mountain range, a large rolling plain greeted our hero, and assistant, on the far end was an ever so slightly visible gash in the landscape. The great and powerful Trixie requested time to retrieve her cart. Her assistant pointed out that if the Durududu was real it was likely in the gash and getting the cart in and out of the gash would be a problem.
Trixie nodded, "You are ever so clever, little Masq. Truly worthy of being my assistant." She patted roger and pointed him ahead. "Forward, our impressive ally. Forward unto the breach"
Roger nodded softly and continued along the route she had pointed out. As Trixie did so, her comrade in awe-inspiring wonder arrived, Gilda the Mighty. She spoke clearly and powerfully in a manner befitting a lion, "Hey, Trix. You here about those rumors too?"
Trixie laughed confidently, "Surely you jest! Gilda, I am here to solve those rumors and prove without a doubt that I am far superior to that delusional Twilight Sparkle. When I do, I will prove that I am far more deserving of princess status than that silly filly." When her assistant pointed out the accidental rhyme, Trixie insisted, "That was no rhyme but an accurate portrayal of her royal smugness." Quick note: She again is not serious about these statements and means them all in jest.
Gilda spoke again with the strength to shatter mountains, "And I guess he is writing it down to prove it happened? You are clever as always, Trix." The writer would like to enter here how amazing and loyal Gilda is to her good friend Trixie and these compliments are in no way here because she held his head in her claws and coerced him into putting these compliments to the page or go back and edit his previous statements.
The rolling plains were much larger to cross than anyone on the quest expected. Even Roger seemed to be at a loss as to how such a large amount of grass could exist untamed. The writer speculated that with the increase in prevalence of proper roads that there has been little need to keep the grass trimmed. The Durududu had left a mildly sizable path through the grass, as its weight and form of movement made it impossible to pass through it without leaving a path. The writer brought up his sister's brilliance in assuming what it was.
Trixie laughed again, her voice dampened over the plains by the tall grass now passing over their heads in height. "Of course, Trixie was correct. Trixie is the most learn-ed of all ponies on matters of the mystical. No myth or legend is beyond Trixie's knowledge. Even Umbra would be jealous of Trixie's great abilities." The writer in no way attempted to correct his sister on this, as doing so might offend a griffon with very powerful claws.
Their journey continued with the two great heroes speaking of their great deeds in details too longwinded and grand to recount to the mere commonfolk within the pages of this meager journal. Not that the events recounted to this point were not grand and wonderful, nor that they would not eventually become even more grand than the stories currently being told, but the tales being told were still great and… and… and they are just very impressive stories that do not matter the tale at hand. The writer hopes he does not receive any problems with this paragraph.
When her assistant seemed to become distraught, the great and merciful Trixie defended, "You will cease your tormenting of my brother and partner. He is far too great to be grouped in with the other young fillies and colts. He is my brother after all, not some silly blank flank." Masq chose to remain silent about the reference to the Crusaders as they are brave and fantastic.
After much further longwinded discussion they arrived at the gash, the grass parting silently, as they wished to approach undetected. The Mighty Gilda said sternly, "I'll check out the inside of the place, Trix. If nothing is down there right now, I'll signal you." With great speed to put even Dashie to shame, Gilda flew with the force of a hurricane, but still silently, down into the gash. There she discovered 15 diamond dogs. In a matter of moments, she beat them so bad they went scurrying to their holes and she returned stating, "I made sure it was all clear for you guys. Let's find that Vrudodu thing that you are looking for."
Warning: The events about to be recounted are 100 percent true and in no way blown out of proportion by the writer of this book at the request of the subject known as Trixie Lulamoon.
When the group arrived at the bottom of the canyon, they were riddled with holes like an ant hill. Trixie came up with the brilliant plan that Gilda would take the expert of disguise that was her ever so helpful little brother. He would cast an illusion on her and they would search the higher caves. Trixie would travel with Roger, who had been ever so peaceful to this point, riding him and disguising themselves with magic to look like a diamond dog. Once inside, the great and powerful Trixie would begin to ask them about their operation. Speaking broken equestrian was of no problem to her and it may very well uncover their true plans. Even Masq saw no issue with this, but attempted to insist that he would be a better choice for pretending to be a diamond dog. Trixie insisted that she would gladly put herself in harm's way to protect her friend and brother.
So Trixie began her infiltration into their society. As is to be expected, Trixie adjusted quickly and they were so thrown by Trixie's brilliance that they spoke to her in the simplest of words they had and often asked her more details about her brilliant diamond dog self. She was very clear with her cover, answering every question in elaborate ways they could never unwravel. They guided her to where they ponies they had taken were being kept and told her to stay right there along with 10 other armed diamond dogs to guard the ponies. One of the ponies claimed to be sick, so being the merciful pony that Trixie is, she went in to investigate. It was then that the illusion was ruined. The ponies attacked her, Roger fighting some of them off with furry backhands as if he knew not to hurt them despite their attempts to harm Trixie. By then, it was too late. Her concentration ruined, the illusion shattered and she remained locked in the cell with the other ponies.
Now, Trixie could have easily teleported away but she did not see why she should leave so many innocent ponies behind or take all of the joy of fighting their captors from them. The speech she gave to rouse them was beautiful and spoke to the soul so much that they demanded Trixie cease her speech and that they would fight alongside her because of the words she had spoken. Using her brilliant mind and powerful magic, Trixie took the keys from one of the guard and unlocked the cell, unleashing a torrent of very displeased ponies. Trixie remained in the cell with the sick to tend to them, trusting that the other ponies would not require the great experience and combat powers that Trixie very much does have. Much to her relief, Masq and Gilda found their way to assist the other ponies, though the sound of the fearsome Gilda and the force unleashed from such a torrent forced Trixie to curl up in the corner of the cell to save her hearing and body from needless harm. And that is why Trixie was in the far back corner while Roger and the rest fought.
The writer would like to end this chapter on the note that Roger is the sweetest bear in the world and would never do any of the things that the prisoners will claim later. He was very well behaved and never ate diamond dogs by the pawful, or bit off their heads like they were chocolate bunnies, or ripped out a beating heart just to show it to them before he ate it. He is a lovely bear and I will not have such horrid rumors tainting his good name.
