If haven't already read Goodbye Forever: Great and Powerful Trixie, then you might get a little confused about some parts.

Read that first, before reading this.

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Four months had passed since that day in Ponyville when Twilight Sparkle had taken everything away from Trixie for the second time in a row. No … it wasn't just Twilight this time. This time she had help from those other ponies. Thanks to the local newspaper, as well as the small talk that she frequently picked up on from other ponies, Trixie couldn't forget their names, faces, and personal information, no matter how hard she tried.

How in Celestia's name did she fail to notice that what Twilight used wasn't magic, but special effects instead? As a former showmare, Trixie should have been able to detect the strategy that Twilight was playing at. Trixie wanted to blame the Alicorn Amulet. If it wasn't for the mental corruption produced by the amulet's power, Trixie would have been able to use her brain properly and, undoubtedly, would have been able to see through Twilight's act as easily as a Timberwolf sees through the night. However, it didn't matter who or what she blamed for her more recent problems in life.

Trixie used most of her remaining bits to buy a train ticket to Manehattan. The plan was to get a new start on life in the big city. She'd find a new job, buy a new house, and maybe even make a few friends if she was lucky. Sadly, Trixie learned the hard way that nothing in life ever goes exactly as planned.

Even after casting her old identity aside, Trixie wasn't able to find anypony willing to hire her. The only open slots that Trixie found available were jobs that completely degraded mares. Trixie had too much respect for herself to dance on a pole for a living, just to entertain a few dirty minded stallions.

Without a job, Trixie wasn't able to buy that small house that she had envisioned since stepping off of the train so many days ago. A few nights later, while sleeping on a park bench, a group of ponies mugged Trixie. During the assault, Trixie was robbed of the rest of her money. The other ponies weren't satisfied with taking home a measly 14 bits, so they punched and kicked her until she passed out. They also tore her black cloak, the only source of warmth that she had brought with her after leaving Ponyville, and tore it to shreds.

The next morning, light snow fell from the sky. The harmless levels of snow turned into a full scale blizzard one week later.

At present, Trixie was wondering through a harsh snow storm. She had no money, and even if she did she wouldn't be able to use it since it was Hearths Warming Eve and everypony was closing down shop for the day, her only way of staying warm at night had been destroyed, she hadn't had anything to eat in days, there was plenty to drink on the ground, but Trixie usually tried to avoid eating snow since it lowers your body heat, and she had long since abandoned all hope of finding a new beginning in Manehattan. The unicorn began to ponder if she should have just chosen suicide instead of trying to start over.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she suddenly lost the ability to stand, and fell to the ground. She tried to get back up, but her legs just wouldn't budge. Trixie expected that this would happen sooner or later. The body can only last for so long in the cold without proper amounts of food, water, and shelter.

Trixie looked around and spotted a dumpster across the street from her current position, near a dark alley. "The inside of the dumpster might give me some sort of protection from the cold," thought Trixie. Since she didn't have the energy to pull herself up and walk towards it, she'd just have to crawl. This was easier said than done. Her body didn't want to move anymore. Trixie's body had gotten so weak that the snow felt like a warm blanket. It was so relaxing that Trixie contemplated falling asleep right then and there. She had been struggling to survive for so very long … and the odds of her life getting any better were pretty slim.

Why not give up? Why not take a well deserved rest? It would have been easy. All she had to do was lie here in the snow, close her eyes, and relax. If she did, she wouldn't have to worry anymore. She wouldn't have to suffer like this. Besides, she'd rather die than have to degrade herself any further by crawling across the street like some sort of worm.

It had been decided, after so many days worth of hardships and struggles, this is where it would all end. At long last, the tale of Trixie Lulamoon could finally close. Her journey as a rising magician, turned bum, would end here. This was the greatest act of mercy that she had received since she cast her old identity aside.

Trixie closed her eyes, silently awaiting death to pay her a visit. While she sat there, she listened to the private symphony that was taking place inside her body. Her heart, it was playing a peaceful melody specifically for her. She smiled as the song slowed in its pace. She usually hated slow songs, but this time things were different. Once the song ended, all her troubles in life would stop.

"No!" screamed a voice that sounded so far away, yet so familiar at the same time. What was that voice? Where had it come from? That's when Trixie realized what that sound was. It was her conscience. Had she really become so delirious that she couldn't even recognize her own inner voice?

"You can still make it. Do the one thing you excel at, even more than performing for other ponies. Survive!"

"No … I'm tired … I need to rest."

"Just one more day Trixie … please … don't give up just yet. Not like this. Not in the streets … not in the snow … not like some sort of starving dog."

"Fine … just one more day. After that … I'm taking a well deserved nap."

Trixie felt a little silly arguing with the one small shred of her being that didn't want to accept death just yet.

Trixie opened her eyes and although her vision had become blurry, she was able to relocate the position of the dumpster that seemed to be waiting for her. She outstretched her front right leg and placed it as far as she could in the direction of her desired location. Trixie then pulled herself forward. She repeated this action with her front left leg. Each drag was another battle won, and yet the war raged on. All the while, her body screamed in protest. The dumpster was only a few meters away. It was so close, yet so far away. Oh how badly she wanted to just give up and die, but that small part of her that wanted to cling to life would have none of it.

As she inched herself closer and closer to the dumpster, Trixie's heart seemed to beat even louder while, at the same time, slowing down.

Just as Trixie's newfound determination began to falter, she made a new discovery. She had done it. She made it across the street and the dumpster was standing directly in front of her. Now came the hardest part. She had to get back on her hooves, and climb inside the metallic sanctuary.

The unicorn took a deep breath and focused everything she had into her legs. She was halfway up when her legs gave out on her. Her brain pulsed from the pain as her body fell. So much of her precious energy had just been depleted for nothing. Trixie grunted from soreness as she tried again, but was met with the same result.

What kind of a cruel joke was this? It was as if somepony had attached her success to the end of a fishing hook and purposely pulled away each time she tried to reach for it. Tears fell from Trixie's eyes, which turned into ice the instant they touched the frozen concrete below.

Trixie tried one final time. She was running on fumes, so this was it. If she failed to climb inside the dumpster this time, then she would perish.

To Trixie's sheer amazement, her third attempt proved to be even more pathetic than the previous two. Her body didn't move at all. Using the last of her strength, she flipped herself over so that her back was resting against the dumpster. She was back to where she was several minutes ago. Physically and mentally defeated and patiently waiting for the end. As her adrenaline wore thin, her vision started to fog up once more. If Manehattan was to be her final resting place, then the dumpster would be her tombstone.

Minutes later, Trixie found herself being assaulted by another gust of wind. The cold air had blown something into her face, some sort of paper like substance. She barely felt it of course. She was almost gone. Too weak to brush the paper away, she opened her eyes so that she could study it. Regardless of the condition that her eyesight was in, she was able to make out what the paper was, and the contents that were on it.

Fate was truly an ironic thing. If she had the energy, Trixie would have laughed until tears rained from her face. It was a newspaper, and on the front page it read, "10 Ponies and A Zebra Thwart Crazy Fraud's Revenge Attempt!" On the bottom of the headline were the faces of everypony that played a part in Trixie's greatest failure. Funny, one of the last things that she'd see before slipping away were the faces of the ones that ruined everything. Another gust of wind blew the paper away in the next instant.

Before slipping away into unconsciousness, something else caught Trixie's attention. She weakly turned her head to the side and saw what appeared to be another pony running towards her with a blanket.

"Who …" was all Trixie had time to say before her world was engulfed into a void like darkness.