Trixie Lulamoon blinked open her heavy eyelids groggily, sleep deprived. The sun was rising and beautiful rays of orange were shooting out into the sky whilst birds chirruped from their trees. It was a beautiful scenery, one that even Rainbow Dash would have admired, but Trixie had no time for that sort of thing. She had to get a move on before a pony found her.

"Food," Trixie whispered to herself as she stretched her tired legs. "Food."

The unicorn inspected the smelly bins, searching for something edible. The sun began to rise higher into the air as Trixie gathered up her breakfast: a box of noodles and half an eaten daisy sandwich. That was good, considering that she normally ate rotten eggs.

Trixie ate in silence, planning out her day. Her horn glowed and an illusion of a Canterlot map materialised in front of the magician. Trixie felt a rush of pride at her successful spell casting and beamed, before frowning again as she studied the map.

"Hmm," she said thoughtfully. "Maybe a visit to the Royal Palace will be good. Trixie heard some ponies talking about Princess Celestia having a special guest."

With a faint pop! the illusionary map vanished. Trixie got up with a groan, tired, but slightly eager. Gradually, the mare had reluctantly begun to enjoy her daring life as a street pony, enjoying the feeling of freedom that ran through her head all the way to her rump when she ran. She was content. Eventhough she was famished. And parched.

Smiling, Trixie straightened her beloved hat and tightened her cape, before rushing off to the north. She had business to do.

* * *

"I think I should go now, Princess Celestia," Twilight Sparkle smiled apologetically across the table at her mentor. "I'm afraid that I've got quite a few jobs to do in Ponyville and Spike will be waiting for me."

"Of course Twilight," Princess Celestia returned the warm smile. "You may come whenever you want. It is always a pleasure having you, even if you're only staying for breakfast."

Twilight knew that her cheeks had gone a bright red and that she was beaming at the Ruler of Equestria. She never knew that Celestia enjoyed her company so much. Why, if she had known then she would have spent all of her day with the Princess!

'No I wouldn't,' Twilight thought firmly. 'My friends are back in Ponyville.'

"I'll see you soon then, Princess," Twilight had long since learned that Celestia preferred when she didn't bow.

"Goodbye, Twilight."

Twilight walked, no skipped, out of the room, her head in the air. She pushed the doors open and exited the building, walking straight into a blue unicorn.

"Oof!"

Twilight blinked and blushed. "O-oh my! Sorry about that!"

"Trixie should have looked where she was going." The blue unicorn replied, tipping her purple hat forward sheepishly.

Twilight laughed.

Wait.

Blue unicorn?

Purple hat?

Third pony language?

Trixie?

Trixie?

"Trixie?" Twilight gasped, her mind whirring.

Trixie's eyes shrunk. "Twilight?"

The two unicorns stared at eachother. Twilight's gaze dropped down to Trixie's tummy. She was skinny and filthy, her ribs showing. Twilight started to feel slightly uncomfortable. She had been having breakfast with royalty, whilst Trixie had probably been starving.

"Trixie?" Twilight asked, her voice quivering. "H-have you been homeless?"

Trixie shuffled her hooves. "No."

"You've been living on the streets."

"How did you know?"

"Aha!" Twilight declared triumphantly. "So you have been starving! You've been homeless and living on the streets!"

Trixie took a step back. Then another. Uh-oh. She found her hooves galloping against the concrete street, her telekinesis gripping onto her hat furiously.

Twilight gasped and flung herself after Trixie. "Wait! Trixie!" She shouted, her voice blown away by the wind. "No!"

But no, Trixie didn't stop. From the corner of her eye, Trixie could see Twilight summoning up magic from her horn, preparing to teleport in front of the blue unicorn. Trixie was cunning, sly. She was also clever. A genius at illusions, one would say. And she was going to put her skills to use.

Skidding to a halt, Trixie concentrated hard, forming five other Trixie's in her mind.

Twilight too, skidded to a halt, her eyes blinking rapidly.

Six Trixies were in front of her. It was obvious that they were illusions, she just had to figure out which one was real. Twilight studied the six ponies, looking at their features carefully. Soon, she had realised that one of them was sweating hard, their purple eyes darting around, refusing to look directly at Twilight. Brow furrowed, Twilight took hold of the guilty pony with her telekinesis. The five remaining Trixies instantly disappeared.

"H-how did you know that was Trixie?" Trixie stammered, wincing at the strong hold of Twilight's magenta telekinesis.

Twilight gently dropped Trixie onto the ground, horn at the ready in case Trixie decided to run for it. "If you want to blend in, you need to fix your facial expression a bit."

Trixie whimpered and Twilight bit her lip. The show pony was scared of her, that was for sure.

"What do you want to do with Trixie?" Trixie asked faintly, her stomach turning uncertainly.

Twilight sighed. "I don't know, Trixie," the mare admitted. "I really don't know."

Trixie suddenly felt herself falling, her world spinning. Her head was hurting. 'Oh Celestia,' she thought. 'I'm fainting.'

* * *

Trixie's tummy hurt. Badly.

"Trixie?" She heard a comforting voice say. The voice was amazing. It reminded her of the night and how the stars would gently twinkle at her. Trixie smiled contentedly as her eyes opened. A purple unicorn with a dark mane and tail was staring worriedly down at her.

"You're awake!" The unicorn said with relief.

"Twilight?!" Trixie's eyes shrunk to the size of pinpricks once again.

Twilight looked even more worried. "You haven't got amnesia, have you?"

All of a sudden, the past events came back to Trixie. Her fight for escape. Twilight. And she was laying in a bed.

It was too much for Trixie. Her mouth opened and all of her breakfast came out, the noodles and the sandwich. The lavender scented sheets now smelled of vomit and daisies.

"How did I know this would happen?" Twilight muttered, reaching out with her magic for the blanket. She squeezed the duvet cover and the vomit vanished, presumably to a bin. The fresh cover was once again over Trixie.

"Twilight?" Trixie asked, snuggling into the sheets.

"Yes?"

"Leave the talk for tomorrow, Trixie needs to got to sleep."

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