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The failed experimental session was enough to scare Prophecy out of all hopes of being an oracle. It was so painful and frightening for her, she couldn’t imagine making a whole living off of this feeling. It had gotten to the point where she hardly wanted to leave the house, for fear of having more of these painful visions. Anything could trigger them, after all.

Her Mommy Trixie was determined not to let her become a shut-in for the rest of her life. Prophecy had too much to offer the world. Even if she didn’t want to be saving lives, it would be a waste of talent and personality for her to just hide away.

So Trixie had an idea. One that would actually help her.

“Elysie! Come on down!”

She called out, beckoning her daughter from her room.

“Mommy has a surprise for you!”

The young filly reluctantly came down the stairs and into the living room, as if she feared it would be converted into a laboratory when she got there.

“Are you and Eema gonna do more science experiments? If so I don’t wanna do it!”

“No! Heavens, no. This is actually fun.”

Trixie got straight to the point and threw down a box in front of her daughter.

“What is this?”

“It, uh, fell off the back of a wagon.”

The mare explained, not wanting to delve too deeply into how she got it.

“It’s got magical tools and toys and all sorts of things! You’re smart and talented and I know you really like puzzle games, so I got you some!”

Prophecy looked upon the box with curiosity and wonder. She feared a much worse surprise, but this was actually exciting. She loved toys and games! Just like any filly would. She didn’t take much time to wonder what was inside before flinging the box open and digging through its contents.

And there were toys and games galore! Puzzles, card games, a Rubik’s cube, the whole works. Plus a bunch of locks and bobby pins for some reason.

“What are these for?”

“Those are for you to learn lock-picking! It takes a lot of dexterity, just like any other puzzle. Don’t tell Eema, of course. We don’t want you breaking into places when you grow up.”

Prophecy couldn’t help but giggle at this.

“I won’t, Mommy!”

Then she turned to the box and took out the Rubik’s cube, starting to turn the sides every which way. Quickly slipping deep into concentration, it almost felt like she knew which move would be next. Like predicting the future! But not painful at all. For once she was actually enjoying herself.

It felt like she’d been working at it for an hour, but it really didn’t take her long at all until all the colors matched and the Rubik’s cube was solved.

“Look at you! Wasn’t that fun?”

Trixie beamed at her encouragingly.

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Well, all of these are yours to play with whenever you want! Try some more if you’d like!”

And so little Prophecy spent the rest of the afternoon playing with the toys and puzzles, harnessing her magic while still having fun. Trixie had finally found a solution that worked for her. Prophecy didn’t need to think about saving the world or anything yet, she was just a filly.

She would learn to channel her powers in time, at her own pace.

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Trixie’s cutie mark by Godoffury

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[Image Description: Prophecy, a pale blue unicorn with swirly pink and blue-streaked pigtails, sits on the floor and plays with a Rubik’s cube with her tongue stuck out in concentration. Next to her is a cardboard box filled with bobby pins, doorknobs, and various locks. Her mother Trixie Lulamoon, a blue unicorn with a pale blue mane, watchers her with a big smile on her face. End Description.]

Description
The failed experimental session was enough to scare Prophecy out of all hopes of being an oracle. It was so painful and frightening for her, she couldn’t imagine making a whole living off of this feeling. It had gotten to the point where she hardly wanted to leave the house, for fear of having more of these painful visions. Anything could trigger them, after all.

Her Mommy Trixie was determined not to let her become a shut-in for the rest of her life. Prophecy had too much to offer the world. Even if she didn’t want to be saving lives, it would be a waste of talent and personality for her to just hide away.

So Trixie had an idea. One that would actually help her.

“Elysie! Come on down!”

She called out, beckoning her daughter from her room.

“Mommy has a surprise for you!”

The young filly reluctantly came down the stairs and into the living room, as if she feared it would be converted into a laboratory when she got there.

“Are you and Eema gonna do more science experiments? If so I don’t wanna do it!”

“No! Heavens, no. This is actually fun.”

Trixie got straight to the point and threw down a box in front of her daughter.

“What is this?”

“It, uh, fell off the back of a wagon.”

The mare explained, not wanting to delve too deeply into how she got it.

“It’s got magical tools and toys and all sorts of things! You’re smart and talented and I know you really like puzzle games, so I got you some!”

Prophecy looked upon the box with curiosity and wonder. She feared a much worse surprise, but this was actually exciting. She loved toys and games! Just like any filly would. She didn’t take much time to wonder what was inside before flinging the box open and digging through its contents.

And there were toys and games galore! Puzzles, card games, a Rubik’s cube, the whole works. Plus a bunch of locks and bobby pins for some reason.

“What are these for?”

“Those are for you to learn lock-picking! It takes a lot of dexterity, just like any other puzzle. Don’t tell Eema, of course. We don’t want you breaking into places when you grow up.”

Prophecy couldn’t help but giggle at this.

“I won’t, Mommy!”

Then she turned to the box and took out the Rubik’s cube, starting to turn the sides every which way. Quickly slipping deep into concentration, it almost felt like she knew which move would be next. Like predicting the future! But not painful at all. For once she was actually enjoying herself.

It felt like she’d been working at it for an hour, but it really didn’t take her long at all until all the colors matched and the Rubik’s cube was solved.

“Look at you! Wasn’t that fun?”

Trixie beamed at her encouragingly.

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Well, all of these are yours to play with whenever you want! Try some more if you’d like!”

And so little Prophecy spent the rest of the afternoon playing with the toys and puzzles, harnessing her magic while still having fun. Trixie had finally found a solution that worked for her. Prophecy didn’t need to think about saving the world or anything yet, she was just a filly.

She would learn to channel her powers in time, at her own pace.

~~~~~~~~~~

Previous: Static Brain
Next: School Supply

Trixie’s cutie mark by Godoffury

~~~~~~~~~~

[Image Description: Prophecy, a pale blue unicorn with swirly pink and blue-streaked pigtails, sits on the floor and plays with a Rubik’s cube with her tongue stuck out in concentration. Next to her is a cardboard box filled with bobby pins, doorknobs, and various locks. Her mother Trixie Lulamoon, a blue unicorn with a pale blue mane, watchers her with a big smile on her face. End Description.]