An azure colored unicorn mare wearing a purple magicians hat and cape wandered through the streets of Canterlot in the dark of night, heading towards the city's exit. A cold wind hit against her as she walked down the brick paved streets. The stars and the moon were blocked out by dark clouds, so the only light she got came from the street lamps. She held her head low as she made her way towards the city's exit. She had once again failed in her attempt to try and have her show make a comeback.

After her humiliation in Ponyville a few years ago, Trixie had been exposed as a fraud. After that, nopony would watch her shows anymore. She managed to find a job on a rock farm in order to get buy. A job that she hated, by the way.

Trixie closed her eyes as she remembered in shame how she had tried to get revenge on Twilight Sparkle, the mare who had exposed and upstaged her, and the town of Ponyville. How she had found a magical amulet that would enhance her powers. It had worked, but the amulet had corrupted her and made her do things that she had ended up regretting. All she had originally wanted was to upstage Twilight and get her fame back, but the amulet had turned her evil, and she had ended up taking over the whole town and enslaving all the ponies who lived there. Trixie had just wanted to get her life back, not become a villain!

Twilight Sparkle and her friends eventually managed to trick Trixie into taking the amulet off and, fortunately, instead of locking her up or reporting her to Princess Celestia, they had been merciful and just let her go. But before she did, Trixie decided it was best if she apologized for what she had done, and decided that from then on she should take responsibility for her own problems instead of blaming others. She had been greatly humbled that day.

A changed pony, she had decided to try her magic act again, this time being more humble and apologetic for her lying and arrogance in the past, but so far it hadn't been working. Ponies still remembered she had been a fraud, and still refused to watch her shows. She was trying to do better, she was trying to apologize, but no pony would give her a chance. Everywhere she went, ponies kept rejecting her.

Trixie felt a cold drop on her nose. She looked up just as the dark clouds over Canterlot opened up and it started pouring down rain. Trixie was completely soaked in a mater of seconds. Knowing that, on top of everything else, she would now catch a cold, she continued to walk slowly towards the exit of the city. Her home, or rather, the small apartment near the rock farm where she was currently living, was many miles away. She had hoped when she had came to Canterlot that she would make enough bits here to buy a train ticket back home, but she had been greatly mistaken, and since she had no place to stay here in Canterlot, she was left with walking back home in the cold rain.

She really missed her show caravan.

This day could not get any worse, she thought to herself with a sigh.

At that moment, a horse drawn carriage came rolling up the street towards her. As it past by, it's wheal ran through a puddle near Trixie, splashing her with dirty water from the brick paved street.

At that point, Trixie couldn't hold it in anymore, and could feel the tears quickly well up in her eyes. She stopped right were she was on the street and began to cry. Her tears streamed down her face, merging with the rainwater as she let out all the misery that her life had become. She was so busy crying that she didn't hear the carriage that had just past by her come to a halt not to far away, nor did she notice the door of the carriage open and a pony with an umbrella stick their head out and look back at her.

As Trixie stood there crying, she suddenly heard a voice behind her. "Excuse me, miss." She turned around and saw a unicorn stallion wearing a black raincoat standing there looking down at her, his face obscured by the shadow of the hood of his raincoat. His horn was glowing with a light blue aura. Trixie quickly became aware that she couldn't feel rain hitting her anymore. She looked up and saw an umbrella, encased in the stallions magical aura, extended over the two of them.

The stallion spoke again. "I'm so sorry that my carriage splashed you."

Trixie sniffed. "It's alright. I was already soaked," she choked out through her sobs.

"If I might ask, what are you doing out at this time of night in the rain!?" he asked with concern in his voice. Then the stallion noticed the red in her face and the puffyness around her eyes and realized she had been crying. "Are you alright, miss?"

"Of course. I'm fine," she lied, trying to act tough.

"Are you sure? Because you look like you've been crying."

"I'm fine!" she snapped, a bit more angrily than she had intended. "I just have to get home."

The stallion was silent for a few moments. He obviously wasn't fooled. "How far away is your place? Allow me to take you there in my carriage."

As much as she really would have loved to accept the help, she shook her head. "That's not necessary."

The stallion didn't give in. "Please. It wouldn't be right if I just left you out here like this, especially after my carriage splashed you. It won't be a problem."

"No. It would be too far out of your way."

"Come now. How far is it?"

Trixie hung her head and sighed. "It's in another town," she said. "And I have no place in the city to stay."

The stallion was silent again as he finally realized the full gravity of the mare's situation. After a few seconds he spoke, "Well then, you can stay at my place for tonight if you want." He gestured towards the waiting carriage.

Trixie looked up at him, her desire to just give in and accept his help growing stronger. "Oh, no. I couldn't impose," she said.

The stallion shook his head. "You wont be imposing. It wouldn't be right if I just left you out here like this, especially after my carriage splashed you. Please, I have more than enough room at my house."

As much as Trixie didn't want to have to rely on another, the offer of a roof over her head and a warm bed was something she just couldn't refuse. So she nodded to the kind stallion. "Thank you," she said, truly grateful for his kindness.

"It's no problem," he said happily. "By the way, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Prince Blueblood."

"PRINCE Blueblood?" said Trixie said in surprise. "You're a Prince?"

"Yes, I'm the Princesses' nephew," he said proudly.

Trixie's eyes widened in amazement. "I'm Trixie," she said, a bit timidly now that she realized she was in the presence of royalty.

"A pleasure to meet you, Trixie," said Blueblood.

They walked over to where the carriage was waiting. Blueblood opened the door with his magic and let Trixie climb in first while he held the umbrella for her. Blueblood then climbed inside the carriage after her and closed the umbrella. The two sat down in opposite seats as Blueblood magiced the door closed behind him and the carriage began moving again.

Blueblood took off the hood of his raincoat, exposing his long, beautiful golden mane. Trixie was grateful to finally be out of the wind and rain. She was amazed that royalty would actually help out somepony like her like this.

"So, Trixie, why are you so far from home and don't have a place to stay?" Blueblood asked her while they sat there.

Trixie hung her head. "It's a long story," she said sadly.

"We have time," he said, then added, "if you want to talk about it, that is."

So Trixie told Blueblood her story. From how she boasted and lied that she could defeat an Ursa Major, to how, in her hatred, she had used dark magic to try to get revenge on a town, but it had corrupted her and made her do terrible things. She told him how she had learned a lesson and was trying to restart her show, and this time be more honest and humble.

"I'm not proud of my past," she said in shame, "but I'm trying to do better. The only problem is no pony will give me a chance." She hung her head again.

Blueblood stared at her for a long moment, taking all of what he had just heard in. Trixie wondered if the Prince would hate her now because of her past. She began mentally preparing herself in case he decided to kick her out of his carriage.

When Blueblood did speak, however, what he said surprised her. "I know what it's like," he said after a few long moments.

Trixie glared up at him in shock. "How do you know what it's like?" she said, a bit of anger rising in her voice again. How could HE know what it's like? He's a bucking Prince!

"Because I wasn't always so perfect either," Blueblood responded. "I used to be a…" he hung his head and sighed, "I used to be a complete ass."

Trixie stared at him, searching his face for any sign that he wasn't being honest, but his expression was totally solemn and even a bit guilt ridden. She listened as he continued.

"I used to think that because I was royalty, that meant that everypony that wasn't royalty should do everything for me," he said. "I thought my title automatically made me above everypony else. I was arrogant, snobbish, selfish, and thoughtless to everypony around me. Back then I thought I was perfect, but I know now that I was a horrible pony.

"You don't seem like a horrible pony to me now," said Trixie. "So what happened?"

"Well, one night, a few years ago, I was at the Grand Galloping Galla. I met a mare there and she accompanied me that night during the Galla. Needless to say, I treated her horribly that evening, and after I used her as a pony shield for a flying cake," Trixie gaped at Blueblood in utter shock at that, "she told me off and embarrassed me in front of everyone. Not long after that night, I met with my aunt, Princess Celestia, and she wasn't pleased with me. She told me that the mare was actually a good friend of hers, and in fact, one of the Element Bearers who had saved Equestria from Nightmare Moon. So I had treated a national hero like a lowly servant. So after my aunt berated me, I had felt like a piece of dirt. After all, she IS the ruler of Equestria, so if SHE says I'm a bad pony, then it must be true. After that, I realized just how horrible I had been, so I decided to try and better myself. I learned that just because I'm royalty doesn't mean I can get my own way all the time. I tried to be more appreciative and considerate of others from then on. I tried to help others whenever I could. It wasn't easy at first, but it got easier as time went on. And it has paid off! Ponies have started liking me better. I apologized to that mare I treated badly at the Galla the next time I saw her, and to make it up to her, I let her christen an air ship that I was supposed to christen. We're now on friendly terms."

Trixie was astounded by the time Blueblood had finished his story. They really did have a lot in common. They had both been victims of their arrogance, but after a serious blow to their pride, they had learned a hard lesson and were trying to do better.

But Trixie hung her head again. "But how can I show ponies that I'm sorry for my past and that I've changed my ways if no pony will give me a chance?"

Blueblood thought for a moment. Just then the carriage stopped. Blueblood looked out the window. "We're here," he said.

Blueblood opened his umbrella and he and Trixie stepped out of the carriage. Trixie's eyes widened as she saw Blueblood's home. It was huge, somewhere between a mansion and a small castle.

Blueblood thanked the two ponies pulling the carriage and he and Trixie walked up to the front double doors of the house. A gray Earthpony butler opened it as they reached the door and they walked inside.

"Jeeves, could you prepare the guest room for our guest here," Blueblood asked his butler as he took his raincoat.

"Right away, sire," said Jeeves as he then also took Trixie's soaked hat and cape and then walked off.

Blueblood looked at Trixie, whose blue fur coat was still drenched and muddy. "Here, I'll show you to the bathroom so you can get yourself cleaned up."

"Thank you," said Trixie.

After Trixie washed up and dried herself off in the bathroom, she felt like a new mare. With how her life had become, she didn't often get to experience feeling clean and refreshed.

When she left the bathroom she met Blueblood again outside.

"Feel better?" he asked.

She nodded with a smile. "Yes. Thank you."

"You know, Trixie, I think I might be able to help you with your problem," he said. "There is a party I am going to be attending a few days from now. I can get you a spot as one of the parties entertainment."

"Really," asked Trixie.

"Yes. I need to provide some sort of entertainment for the party anyway."

"That'd be great!" Trixie exclaimed, hopeful that she may have just found the solution to her problems. "Thank you!"

"Think nothing of it," said Blueblood with a smile.

Just then, the butler walked up to them. "The guest room is ready, sire," he said.

"Thank you, Jeeves," said Blueblood.

"I will escort the lady there when she is ready."

Trixie thought about how wonderful a nice warm comfortable bed would feel right now. Thinking about that made her yawn, and she suddenly realized how exhausted she was.

"I think I'm going to get some sleep," she said with heavy eyes.

Blueblood nodded in agreement. "I think I will too. Have a good night's sleep."

"Thank you. Goodnight." Trixie followed the butler to the guest room. As soon as she was there, she climbed under the covers and went to sleep.