With every step the city moved to the horizon whilst the moon on on high cloaked the land in pale reflection. Feeling death with every gust she pulled her cape against the wind. Oh it was freezing agony as she walked slow, pushed to and fro, by a wind that deafened more than roared. And twinkling in the light of stars were far yonder massive walls of Carsapone.
Marching on three hooves, the fourth clutched her hat as she stared down at the warping of the soil. With ripples like water afore a buffalo raid every stone and pebble came to roil. Squatting down to scout the scene, a desert grown phantasmagoric stretched beyond the edge of sight. Fractaling yet not resolving were the patterns of the land. Drowed in bloody air, the stars above sent down their multi-hued and ever changing tint. Looming past horizon were the sanded walls of lost and dreaded Carsapone and like twisted hands its towers clawed at crimson stars. A sense of statuesque the shifting desert lent the city off afar.
She closed her eyes and hummed a most exquisite tune. Something to help ignore the sound of lunar wails hidden on the wind. A rippling with every step she felt. The atmosphere was thin in the waste she realized. The hateful gaze of the nightmare in the moon bore down upon her. She felt it. Daring to look, she saw all around the beasts encloaked in night. She had difficulties describing them, not least of all the drinks I fed her. Their dimensions were evershifting but, and she emphasized this point; A cloud-like, smoky substance covered them which failed to obscure a biology not of this world.
Galloping seemed to be the answer at the time. Flying about, the visions shimmered in and out of thought. Some ancient king, floated in peculiar ways, his rotted muzzle exposing wriggling teeth. The ground collapsed to yawning chasms of slimmering demons yet she never fell into the clutching slime. Bearing down as if to crush her, the starry firmament grew claustraphobic. She even saw an ursa major rising from the earth, ya know. The beast broke free its chains and sent the stars to fright. Floating in refracted air the fish were undisturbed and wreathed in joy of double suns. A winged Twilight apparated to consume the bear. Her run was broken as an alicorn writ large enough to blot the sky stared upon her. One time in the height of summer I witnessed a mirage upon the plains. I know she understood how senses can deceive.
Trixie swallowed her fear. "Do you really think such parlor tricks can frighten Trixie?" She started with a dazzle of blue and green. A bit of pyrotechnics here and there and she then walked through the unreal thing. "I'll make this appearance a bit more to my liking!" Flowers bloomed with every step. A radiance of joy spread from her magics to combat the fey which overtook the desert. Shimmering beyond were all types of strange and frightful sight. Enclosed within the bubble of illusion, she was safe. Stumbling on for hours, daring not to look at those phantasms; that was how she reached the walls of Carsapone. And once there she promptly fell to sleep.
Now get out of here. Sweet Celestia, you're drunk as buck. You obviously can't keep up with what's going on anymore and this is a story you really need to hear. You're the bearer of the tale now, ya know. Alright, might as well get to the next part. I thought you could handle your cider.
She was performing in Ponyville again. Though this time they loved her. All of them did. Even her friend Twilight was there to support her.
"And this is one of the many crowns of the ancient Alicorn race which I plundered! The Great and Powerful Trixie went into the depths of Carsapone! She fought ghosts, changelings and defeated an ancient evil to gain the crown! The city was restored! And that's the story of how Trixie freed all of you from the tyranny of stars!"
A blast of glitter wreathed her stage and settled on the verdant ponyville green. The crowd of gathered freinds cheered for her. Every last one of them. Well except one.
"You."
"Yes. Me." The night replied to her.
A black and purple princess then flew onto the stage. "Please Trixie. You have to stop this." They'd had this conversation many times.
"NO! YOU SEEK TO STOP ME! YOU'VE LIED TO HER, OPPOSED TRIXIE AT EVERY TURN!"
With a hint of concern Luna coolly said "Please Trixie. Come back to Canterlot. We won't judge you. You're not well."
Shaken for a moment the mage said. "You.. YOU'LL IMPRISON ME! YOU KNOW WHAT TRIXIE DID IN PONYVILLE. TRIXIE WILL BE VICTORIOUS! She will be a HERO! She'll go back to Ponyville and THEY WILL LOVE ME!"
Sadness crept into Lunas voice then. "We first knew when you broke into the Royal Library. Stealing books on ancient magic. Then what you did in Ponyville. Celestia... She forgives you. But I never should have told you when I learned you sought out Carsapone. I've seen it written in the stars. It cannot be changed."
Trixie sighed and looked off at the crowd now disappearing into dreamstuff.
"Do you really think Trixie doesn't know what you told her? Do you think Trixie doesn't comprehend? Go ahead. Say it one more time. Maybe she has forgotten it. You do seem to think she's stupid!"
Luna declared her hopeless rote.
"I've seen it written in the stars. Don't you know? That you will die in Carsapone?"
And here's where the tale gets fun in the telling. It's the part where that brave mare woke up with a knife to her throat.