Trixie was sitting in an armchair in Prince Blueblood’s lounge at the Canterlot castle, holding a newspaper in front of her face with her magic. With her were her two best(and by best, I mean only) friends, Prince Blueblood and Gilda the griffon. Blueblood was over at the bar, fixing himself a drink, and Gilda was lying on her back on a couch, tossing a tennis ball up into the air and bouncing it off the sealing to entertain herself.

These three ‘friends’ had been brought together by the two things they all had in common; their arrogant and selfish attitudes, and their mutual hatred for Ponyville, or more specifically, six specific mares who lived there. Trixie had met Gilda on the road and, after chatting with her for a bit, the two had become good friends. And then Trixie had met Prince Blueblood later while she was visiting Canterlot, and had become friends with him as well. After that, Gilda and Blueblood had become friends…ish through Trixie, although to say that the unicorn stallion and the griffon didn’t always get along would be a major understatement, what with one being a spoiled, snobbish, upper-class pony and the other being a short-tempered, bullying, delinquent ruffian. Needless to say, they butted heads more then Rarity and Applejack used to. Trixie mostly just ignored them when they got this way.

But despite all this, the three would still hang out with each other because, well, each of them were the only friends they had.

Trixie glared down at the newspaper angrily. On the cover, it showed a picture of the mane six being honored by Princess Celestia a few days after saving Canterlot from the Changeling attack. ‘ELEMENT BEARERS SAVE EQUESTRIA FOR THE THIRD TIME.’ read the head line in large bold letters. Trixie growled angrily and crumpled up the newspaper into a little ball with her magic and threw it across the room in a rage.

“I HATE THEM!” she shouted at the top of her lungs, standing up on the chair as she did. Gilda and Blueblood looked over at her in surprise at her sudden outburst. “I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM! Everypony thinks they’re SOOOO great and SOOOO special just because they saved Equestria a few times. THEY’RE NOTHING SPECIAL! The only reason they were able to do it was because they used those six all-powerful pieces of jewelry to defeat the bad guys, and the third time it wasn’t even them! It was that Princess and her new husband that got rid of the changelings in the end! Those mares do nothing! It’s the elements that do all the work! Without those stupid pieces of jewelry, those six are no more impressive than anypony else!” Trixie sat back down in her chair, seething with anger.

After several seconds, Blueblood spoke. “You’re absolutely right, Trixie,” he said as he picked up his freshly made cocktail with his magic. “Those uncouth ruffians don’t deserve all that praise they’re getting. At least you girls have it easier than me. I have to put up with my aunts, my sister, and that new asshole of a husband of hers.” He took a sip from his glass and continued. “All I hear anymore is that I’m an embarrassment to the royal family. An embarrassment! Me! Prince Blueblood! That jarhead, Shining Armor, actually had the nerve to ask me where I was during the Changeling attack, saying things like that I was a coward for not staying and fighting. Well I certainly wasn’t the only one! I was joining pretty much all of the other ponies in Canterlot in doing the intelligent thing and trying to stay safe! Besides, he’s one to talk. He was busy being that nasty Changeling Queen’s love slave while his own fiancé was trying to save him!” Blueblood took a drink from his glass. “I hate that bastard so much.”

“Yeah, that must suck,” said Gilda like she didn’t care very much, still tossing the tennis ball into the air and catching it. “But you’re both right about those six lame-os from Ponyville. They’re a bunch of little goody two-shoes bitches, especially Rainbow Dash and,” she caught the tennis ball and suddenly crushed it with rage in her talon, “THAT PINKIE PIE!” she growled through gritted teeth. “Oh, what I wouldn’t give to just rip into that pink nightmare with my claws, just wrap my talons around her neck and squeeze the life out of her, just punch that stupid, stupid grin off of her stupid, stupid face.”

Trixie crossed her fore hooves in disgruntlement. “Why couldn’t it have been any other ponies in Equestria other than those six? Why them? I, the great and powerful Trixie, could save Equestia too if I just had the chance!”

Gilda let out a dry chuckle. “In order to do that, ya’d need some kind of super power like the Elements.”

Trixie slouched further in her chair… but then her expression changed and her eyes opened wide as something suddenly hit her.

“You’re right,” said Trixie. “So why don’t we get one?”

Gilda and Blueblood looked at her.

“Hu?” said Gilda in confusion.

Trixie suddenly jumped out of her chair and turned to her saddlebags lying on the counter. She opened one side up with her magic and pulled out an old book from within. She levitated it over onto the mahogany table in the lounge and began flipping through pages.

“Trixie, what are you doing?” asked Gilda as she and Blueblood started coming over to her.

“Why didn’t I think of this before?” Trixie said to herself, ignoring her friend’s question. She felt Gilda and Blueblood’s presence on either side of her. “You’ve just given me a great idea, Gilda. I remember reading about something in this book I acquired recently.”

“Egg head,” she heard Gilda mutter under her breath. Trixie ignored her.

“Here it is!” she said as she found the right page. “This tells about a potion that can give the drinker unlimited power. It’s called the Witchweed Potion. Apparently, a long time ago, some feline named Katrina used this potion and it turned her from a weak little kitten into a powerful dark Queen. If we could make this potion our selves and drink it, we would gain incredible power too.”

“And then we beat the crap out of Stinky Pie and the rest of them?” asked Gilda with a smirk.

“No!” said Trixie. “Although that would be satisfying. We use the potion’s power to save Equestia from some disaster and show everypony that we can be heroes too, and then finally get the respect and admiration we deserve,” then she grinned darkly, “as well as steal the spotlight away from those six losers forever.”

“I would definitely  like that,” said Blueblood as he and Gilda grinned. “So how do we make the potion?”

Trixie frowned. “It isn’t going to be easy. The directions aren’t all here. I’ll have to do some research. Also, this is pretty dark magic. Even attempting to mess around with this could get us thrown into a dungeon for the rest of our lives if we get caught.”

“I’m willing to risk it,” said Gilda.

Blueblood looked a little unsure, but he nodded.

“Also,” continued Trixie, “we’re going to need the key ingredient Witchweed. Apparently, it only grows in one place. What is now the Everfree Forest.”

Blueblood took a step backwards. “No! No way! I’m not going anywhere near that accursed place. Forget it! Do you have any idea what kind of things live there?”

Gilda grabbed him by his neck collar. “Come on, you nancy! Do you want to prove your sister and that Shining Armor guy wrong, or not? Now grow a pair!”

Blueblood swallowed, thought for a moment, and then nodded. “Alright. I’m in.”

“So am I,” said Gilda.

Trixie grinned. “Great! Let’s get prepared to go find some Witchweed! Blueblood, we’ll need you to book our trip!”

Blueblood sighed. “Of course,” he muttered. He had long since gotten used to the girls taking advantage of his money. It was either that, or Gilda hurting him.