>You are Trixie.

>You're a travelling unicorn magician in the land of Equestria.

>You go from town to town to put on shows for entertainment and money.

>Barely anyone doesn't know your name at this point. Especially those in Ponyville.

>Because of how often you travel you don't have any static roadies, just some misfits from each town to assist with your stage set up.

>This week you're scheduled to make your second stage appearance in Ponyville.

>As you walk along, you recall your previous visits.

>You had bested five of the six spirits of the Elements of Harmony.

>...Then you were driven out by that unruly Twilight Sparkle.

>Second visit wasn't any better.

>She, with the help of her friends, managed to trick you in your lust for power.

>You tip your hat down over your eyes in shame as you run through these memories.

>The mix of embarrassment and anger makes you pull your stage coach along faster.

>You hope that this time will be better.

>You are better. You worked to become better.

"Trixie is better than before... Yeah. She's not just some... Power hungry unicorn anymore."

>You talk to yourself for a while as you walk along the dirt roads.

>You finally reach Ponyville.

>Coming from Canterlot, it's quite a trek for a little pony like yourself.

>You drag your stage coach along to the town square.

>It was nightfall, so everyone was already indoors, if not asleep.

>You give a soft yawn as you use your magic to set down the coach stands and lock them in place.

>Slipping out of the harness, you unlock the door and step inside.

>It wasn't anything special. Just a small rack for your outfit, a bed, and a night stand with a picture of you on it.

>There wasn't any activity right now, but soon you'll have crowds cheering your name.

>Levitating your hat onto the rack, you climb into bed and cover up.

>Tomorrow was another day.

>You wake up some time after dawn.

>You went through your normal morning routine.

>Stretching, mane and tail brushing, food, brushie brushie...

>You step outside.

>You feel the bright sun on your coat, causing you o give a satisfied smile.

>Today felt like it was going to be a good day.

>You unlatch a large storage container from the back of your stage coach.

>Opening it up, it contained all the parts and tools to assemble your stage.

>You liked how easy it was to build the mechanism that converted your stage coach into a full on stage.

>You begin to assemble the structure.

>Various ponies come and go as they visit one another, and head to work.

>Most turned their noses up to you, others too preoccupied to take mind that you even existed.

>While tinkering with some complex internal latches, a mother and her son stopped to see what you were doing.

>"Mommy! Mommy! Isn't that the Great and Powerful Trixie!?"

>He sounded very excited.

>You take your head out of the the parts you were messing with to look at them, your ears perked in hope.

>"Come on, Pip. We have things to do. She isn't worth our time."

>You watch as she drags her colt along.

>Your ears droop down.

>You could almost feel your heart breaking.

"Maybe Twilight and her friends would like a friendly hello!"

>The thought of them possibly being friendly to you lifted your spirits some.

>You went back to work.

>You finish up with the construction of your stage mechanism.

>With one last bolt in place, you set the tools back into the storage unit and reattach the box to the stage coach.

>Looking into the window of the coach, you're able to see in a small hoof mirror on the table.

>Your face was covered in oil and your mane was a mess.

"Goodness, Trixie. You're a mess! You can't go out looking like that!"

>You quickly step inside to clean up and grab a bag of bits.

>It was late afternoon, but you still had things to do.

>Your first stop...

>You look out into the distance at a large, crystal castle.

>With a toss of your mane, you walk through the streets of Ponyville, saddle on your back, bits in the bags.

>You see various ponies whispering to one another as they seemingly stare you down.

>You try to keep a smile on your face, but it quickly becomes harder and harder to do so.

>You're totally unnerved.

>Picking up your hooves, you quickly speed up into a sprint as you make your way toward Twilight's castle.

"Wow, it's much bigger in person."

>You slowly walk up to the base of the crystal castle tree, looking up at it.

>This thing was gigantic.

>It almost made your ego look absolutely tiny.

>...Almost.

>Walking up the front steps, you knock on the door and wait.

>No one answered.

>You knock again.

>No one came.

>Eventually you pressed the doorbell twice.

>The all too familiar "Dong dong!" echoed through the halls.

>Eventually you hear a high pitched voice from behind the door.

>"Alright, ALRIGHT! I'm coming, sheesh!"

>The door opens a bit, revealing Spike.

>"If you're looking for Princess Twilight she---"

>He pauses to look at you.

>"Oh, it's you."

>He didn't sound very pleased.

>"What do YOU want, Trixie? Come to try and take over again?"

>He leans on the door as you sit down.

>That comment stung more than it should have.

>You're the Great and Powerful Trixie! You don't have to take shit from this dragon!

>Letting out a soft sigh to calm yourself down, you recollect your thoughts.

"Nonono, uh..."

>"Spike."

"Right, Spike. Trixie isn't here to take over, she was just in town and she uh..."

>He looks at you questioningly.

"Just wanted to stop by and give Twilight a friendly hello... It's been a while, you know?"

>"Uh huh? Right... Well, Twilight isn't here right now."

"Oh, that's uh.. That's okay. Could you tell Trixie where the others are?"

>Spike rolls his eyes at you.

>Second place.

>Sugarcube Corner.

>You simply couldn't miss the giant confectionery designed building.

>Just seeing it made you want to gag.

>You walk up to the door and knock.

>A light blue mare answered the door.

>"Oh, why uh hello there... Trixie..."

>She sounded very hesitant to see you.

>You tried to brush it off.

"Hi there uh... Mrs. Cake, was it? Is the pink one around?"

>You poke your head in through the top of the split door.

>"Oh, you mean Pinkie Pie? Oh, no, I'm sorry. She isn't! I think she said something about needing to help her friends with something."

>Your ears flatten as your gaze goes to the floor for a moment.

>A crash comes from the background.

>"Oh, I'm sorry, I'd love to stay and chat Trixie, but I think my husband needs help with the foals again. Toodles!"

>As quickly as she came, she left again, slamming the door shut on you.

>Something ate at the back of your mind.

>Probably just overthinking things.

>You knock on Ponyville Boutique.

>You expect the frilly frou-frou lady Rarity to answer the door.

>Probably give you some lip, but still answer regardless.

>The door opens.

>Without any warning, the Cutie Mark Crusaders barrel out of the Boutique and knock you down.

>Their constant shouting and jumping was going to drive you up the wall.

>"Oh my gosh it's Trixie!"

>"What's she doing here?"

>"Hay, wasn't she uh driven off the las' time she wuz here?"

>You stand up and dust yourself off.

"Trixie is here for another show, and she decided that she might... Try and make amends with the others."

>"Make amends? With you?"

>Scootaloo stuck her tongue out at you.

>"Why would y'all wanna do that? Nopony 'round here even really likes you!"

>"Yeeeeah, you kinda did mess up the town a bit with your take over..."

>"But that bubble was really cool!"

>They kept going on and on about your past visits.

>These fillies wouldn't be of much use.

>Dragging yourself along, you go to seek another home.

>That little cottage that served as a home for that yellow pegasus.

>What was her name...?

"...Fluttershy."

>It took you a while, but you finally found that little cottage she called a home.

>It actually didn't look that bad from the outside.

>You expected it to be a shack of sorts, being torn apart by the supposed wild animals she kept.

>You knock.

>No answer.

>You try the doorbell.

>Nothing.

>You look in through a window.

>Not a single soul.

>You felt your heart sink even further.

"Maybe they're just... Out fighting some monster? Yeah, maybe that's it."

>You try to convince yourself that was the case...

>But you have a sinking feeling that wasn't it.

>Walking along, you look up at a bunch of out of place clouds.

>This must be where that skittles pegasus lived.

>Rainbow Dash.

>You called out to her.

"Hello? Rainbow Dash? Anyone home?"

>Nothing.

>You stand there for a moment and remember when you zapped her ass with a bolt of lightning.

>You giggle quietly as the face she made.

>After a few minutes of awkward silence, you move on.

>On your way back to town you walk past Sweet Apple Acres.

>That place looked like a ghost town.

>In fact, it felt like a ghost town.

>You were there, alone. Not even Snips or Snails came to say hello.

>You watch as the sun hits the horizon.

>Ponies who were once talking have vacated the streets.

>Open windows shut to you as if you were some foreign monster.

>You hang your head in silence.

"Well, Trixie probably deserves this. She did try to best everyone, and enslave them..."

>You eventually reach your stage coach.

>You look at the stage housing mechanism before walking inside of the little room.

"Maybe it's best if Trixie just left town."

>You spend the rest of the night in your stage coach.

>Alone.

>Brooding yourself to sleep.

>You toss and turn in your sleep.

>You're locked in a nightmare.

"No... No... Trixie isn't like that!"

>You're a younger version of yourself.

>You seem to be in Magic Kindergarten.

>A group of other unicorns begin to surround you.

>"Wow, what a loser!"

>"I bet she can't even cast any basic spells!"

>"Aww, what's the matter? Is the little girl gonna cry?"

>You felt tears well up in your eyes.

>They continue to berate and tease you.

>Suddenly a very smooth, deep stallion voice pierces their laughter.

>"My daughter, whatever is the matter?"

>You open your eyes to see your father sitting next to you.

"D-Daddy?"

>He wraps you in a warm hug.

>"Is it the kids from school again?"

>You nods and holds onto him as tight as you can.

"They just don't understand that I'm a late bloomer and.. and..!"

>Just digging into these feelings began to draw out power from the magical well that resides in all unicorn.

>Your eyes glow white as you leave your own body, watching the scene from someone else's view.

>Your horn glows as a sudden burst of magic erupts.

>Your father is tossed across the room and lays on the floor, smoking.

>You lose control and let loose a powerful blast.

>Your room has been blown to bits, your father laying on the floor with fear in his eyes.

"Daddy... Daddy I'm sorry, please.. Help me...!"

>Everything goes white.

>You thrust yourself upright.

>Your horn is letting out a small magical discharge, just enough to create some beams of light.

>Shaking your head, you regain control of your magic before uncontrollably weeping into your hooves.

>At least once a month you see that dream. The same dream every time.

>You pick up the photo of yourself and flip the frame over.

>A picture of your family was hidden on the back.

"Mom, Dad... I'm sorry.. I wasn't good enough."

>You were always teased for not being on-par with your classmates.

>This led to many problems, both academically and socially.

>You were distant from everyone from that day on.

>Learning through each mistake every day on how to better control your magic.

>You lay down again and try to sleep some more.

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