Author's Notations: Thank you, to all who have been sending in reviews about my HORRIBLE spelling and grammar, I'll try to get it better but no promises. Also thank you to those of you who have just been reviewing in general. Sorry for this chapter, it was mainly me just bullshitting around. My little pony belongs to Hasbro.
When the sun had finally started to get into the middle of the sky, Me and Trixie woke up and started to pack up our little campsite. Roger had been sitting there with the same look on his face the whole time we were asleep since he was a necro-pony he didn't sleep, but he told me later about how he actually didn't see things in the darkness anymore, which I suppose is good since he won't be sleeping anymore.
I was still a bit groggy for only having about two or three hours of sleep. Trixie seemed to be perfectly fine though, she told me how being a 'world famous magician' makes you work very odd hours.
I think we made good progress the first few days, nothing really spectacular happened either. We just walked, not stopping unless Trixie or I needed to go use the bush. After a good while of silence, I started to hum "Desperado" by the Eagles, Roger recognized it and started to sing, his deep raspy voice didn't actually sound that bad, even if the only reason it was like that was because of magic.
When we had finished Trixie looked over smiling, "I got a tune for you." she said. Her horn started to glow, and transparent instruments started to appear around her. I swear on my dead body, which at the time was walking next to me, I heard her start playing "Maybe" by the ink spots, but when she started to sing I almost fell over. Her voice sounded like something a goddess would've been envious of.
When she had finished I noticed that Roger was hovering a little, as though one who was in love. I smacked my face with a hoof and she started to laugh at the sight of him. "I must say, You're quite good at singing Miss Trixie." He said after he had finally collected his bearings.
She blushed a little, "Thank you, usually I travel by myself, so nopony hears me sing since I am just a traveling magician." Trixie said.
I nudged Roger a bit, "Hey, you do know you're dead, Don't go falling in 'love' with anypony. You'll just hurt yourself, and if the feelings are mutual, then you'll hurt them as well." I said, but he just looked at me angrily, "You just want her for yourself." he said with venom in his voice.
I was a bit stunned, but then I started to laugh. 'Man was I this jealous about Luna?' I thought, "No, and technically if I wanted her for myself, I'd let you have her!" I said through my laughter. Trixie was just looking at the pair of us like we were insane. Which, at least, I was.
I started to think about how Roger was changing, true it was very slightly, but he was still changing from how I would normally do things. But then a thought hit me, 'Since I still have my soul, did I just create a new one with the memories of what happened before I died?' I started to become a bit scared, 'If that's true, then I can't teach him the magic that the princesses taught me. If I do there could be some dire consequences.' I thought.
When we stopped after the sun had fallen behind the horizon, and the moon started to rise. "Goodnight, Um, I never caught your name." Trixie said looking at me. I just brushed her off, "Don't worry it doesn't matter." I said. She looked at me oddly, but shrugged and walked over to Roger. "Goodnight Roger!" she said with a big smile on her face. He smiled back and replied "Goodnight and sweet dreams to you as well principessa." he said bowing a bit. It was the normal thing I said when telling a young lady goodnight, seeing as all it meant was 'princess' in Italian.
I rolled my eyes, and leaned against a nearby tree with my head propped up. The fire had gone long into the night, but finally, by about twelve, it went out. I suddenly awoke, of the same recurring nightmare that I started to have after I rose Roger from my grave and gave him his contentiousness. 'This is when the fun begins' I thought to myself as I opened my closed eyes. They of corse returned, some even coming from Roger himself. I got up and whispered to Roger as I got closer, "Be right back" he nodded and returned to his statue like state. He thought I couldn't tell, but I notice the red pupils fall on Trixie as she slept. 'You'll feel the same pain that I did' I thought as I walked away from my little party.
The faces had come back as they always did. I sometimes heard a high pitched screams as one or two of them screamed and flew at my face, attempting to scare me. I shrugged them off and grabbed the stick out of my pack that I used for practice, 'Let us fight' I thought basically at the wisps I saw. As a few of them approached I swung the stick, as I had a thousand times before, right for their eyes. I had been dealing with the things I saw like this ever since I got here, trying to keep up the ideals of my long sword training. I heard some galloping behind me, and whirled around, I don't know what the hell was going, but I saw an old knight, his armor dented, rusty, and bloody. He held a large Zweihander with the 'flaming' blade.
He dismounted off of his horse, and bowed. I bowed back, and he drew his weapon. I Used the magic I had to make a human like golem out of the ground and made him a similar sword.
As my vision cleared, I realized it had worked, and I was in the golem's body again. I put my sword back into the normal guard that I started from. My golem, and this, hallucination fought for a long time. I had finally bested him after I half-sworded it in the fake knight in the neck. Making his spiritual body fall to the ground, as he disappeared, his horse followed him. I let go my influence on the golem and it crumbled, the stone sword the only thing left of our fight. I took it and plunged it into the ground, imbedding it about halfway up the blade of the long weapon.
As I walked back to the campsite, I heard another scream, expecting it to be one of the faces I ignored it, until I heard it again, but this time I noticed. There were no faces anymore. I took off like a bolt of lighting towards the campsite, knowing what had happened, but now wanting to accept it. When I arrived I was me with the terrorfied form of Trixie hiding in the tree I had slept on.
Roger seemed to of removed his hood for a moment to see if he could adjust his jaw so that it wouldn't fall off anymore. Unfortunately, Trixie had woken up earlier than expected, and had seen the sight.
She sat there screaming for a good while, I was trying to yell at her, but she had shut her mind down because of what she saw. I got tired of trying to reason with her, so I just bucked the tree as hard as I could, it had the desired effect. She fell out of the tree and landed onto a rather large rock, knocking her out.
"Well, what do we do now?" Roger said, a bit less jolly than usual. "She knows now, do we kill her? Or do we stage it as if nothing happened?"
I had an idea, "alright, we won't have to kill her, but you're going to look very strange until I can find a permanent solution." I said grabbing a bit of mud, and slapping it onto his face.
After a few hours me and Roger staged just waking up, Trixie woke up. "Uhhhg, what happened?" she said still really groggy from being knocked out. She rubbed her head with her hoof, and saw Roger sitting over on the far side of the fire. His hood was down, but instead of the skeletal pony, what she saw was a rather ugly unicorn, with a bright red coat, a tan mane, and light blue eyes. He waved and continued his discussion with me. "whew, that was a horrible dream." she muttered under her breath.
Roger and I finished talking, so we started to pack up the campsite. When I looked up I saw Trixie walk over and start talking to him, I chuckled "probably about the weird 'dream' she had." I turned around and continued packing things.
What I had done was simple enough, put mud all over his body, then make it look as though the mud was skin, add some grass for hair and he was done, the only thing we had to worry about, is making sure nopony saw him naked, or when he got wet.
I had no doubt that after a while, we could find some kind of spell to actually make him alive, but if I was a fugitive the whole time, it would be a pain in the arse to get around without having the guards chancing us the whole way. I chuckled to myself, 'when he gets brought to actual life, maybe I'll be able to arrange a little marriage for those two love birds.' I started to laugh at the thought, when I finally calmed down, I felt two pair of eyes staring holes into the back of my head. 'at least they don't know what I'm thinking'.
The sun had barely started to rise as we started off for Ponyville. I estimated a few hours walk until we hit Whitetail woods. Since we didn't take the main road back to the small town, we had to pass through the woods to arrive into town. It was the usual uneventful walk, for me at least. Roger and Trixie were laughing and talking behind me, I gave them their space since, well, I doubt she's had any really good friends since what happened in with Twilight last time.
I just kept on walking with a steady space, theorizing about how he Roger was able to gain his independence from me, I shrugged 'Meh, it's not like it really matters, I mean, who would like talking to themselves all the time?' I thought starting to laugh again.
As time went on, nothing especially interesting happened. I just walked, I started to go through what I would do when we got to Ponyville. Me and Roger would probably see if we couldn't get Trixie a house, or make one, so that she could live there, at least until we got Roger fixed up, then I could kick him over to her to worry about. I turned my head to look at them, but they were whispering things into each others ears, so I couldn't get anything out of it. I started to see the woods in the distance, so I sped up to a fast trot, hearing the other two start doing so themselves, I decided to bullshit them. I got a good sight of the forest, and looked behind me, they were still talking. I teleported myself over to where the woods began.
When they just kept on talking amongst themselves, I whistled at them getting their attention. Trixie and Roger just stood there for a moment, Roger started to laugh and Trixie followed suit. Eventually they calmed down and teleported over.