//------------------------------// // Chapter 3 // Story: Great and Powerful No more // by Foggy_Skie //------------------------------// "What happened to me...I was so different back then. Now I'm inconsiderate. My parents believed in me, they always thought I was going to become something in life." Trixie lay on her cape using it as a little mattress, thinking back on her own life. She grew tired as her eyes were starting to sag, so she began to make her way out the menacing forest. She started to shiver in fear as Trixie heard the animals growl at her presence, making her more uncomfortable. Her thoughts were on only getting out this terrifying forest. The darkness that surrounded her made it almost a bit impossible for her to see having almost no vision at all. Eventually after a while of searching her way out of the dark forest, she finally managed to get out. Her eyes squinted as she looked at the bright city. Her pupils dilated as she walked closer to the alive urban territory. She used her hat to cover her face, wanting not to be seen by the other ponies and then mobbed out of town. Her face would turn red every time she would bump in to someone on accident. She changed her tone of voice to apologize with ' pardon me ' or ' sorry, excuse me now '. The ponies would just ignore her or yell saying to watch where she was walking. She made it to her wagon with little attention towards herself, but no one followed Trixie. She would constantly check outside carefully, not wanting to be followed. Her mind then set off, and she drifted off to sleep forgetting about closing the curtains when she had checked for the last time. Trixie woke up with her eyes semi-swollen. Her eyes were puffed up from her crying. She then remembered how when she was just a filly, her day would start off with excitement as she would learn new spells and her parents would cheer her on. She was one of the happiest fillies ever in Equestria. Now her mornings are filled with dread. Trixie's stomach growled loudly, forcing her to stop and look at it. She walked towards her food closet, not much was available which is the reason she eats very little during the day, but she doesn't let it bother her much. "Soon, I might have to humiliate myself again to get more money for food. I really despise my life." There was thoughts Trixie made about dying her mane a different color and painting out her cutie mark to something the job is related to, but that was the last thing she was going to do. It was HER talent. She wanted to be recognized for her and her special talent, but she screwed up the first time which resulted her in to this life full of despair and regret. Her day continued on with just memories of her own life. When she was little until the mare she is today. She missed the good times she and her parents had, but then Trixie started to become more boastful and started to say she would be the most magical unicorn in all of Equestria. She even said she would know more magic than Celestia herself, but her true skills were identified after her visit in Ponyville. She started to become for independent after she had gotten her cutie mark. She believed that she was the greatest pony ever. She soon began to be more self-centered, and decided to make her own shows for different ponies everywhere. Trixie would either ignore her parents or disobey them and get in to arguments with them. Soon enough, Trixie was old enough to travel all on her own. She said goodbye to her weeping parents and then left towards Baltimare. She had saved enough money so she can get her own wagon, which was soon destroyed. She impressed a few ponies from time to time. They would be blinded from her magical acts and fireworks, instead of noticing her bragging behavior. Soon she had fans, mostly little fillies and colts, and she was proud of herself. Trixie's day passed as she thought of her foalhood. She wished she could go back in time and restart everything, but she was clueless of the time spell. Trixie then opened her eyes wide as she heard a faint knock on her door. Did anypony follow me? Thought Trixie. Please just let it be my imagination. She tip toed towards her window, trying to at least see who it was, but she nearly tripped as the visitor knocked again, making Trixie shiver in fear. She peaked trough the window getting a glimpse of a stallion. His figure shape resembled Mr. Cakes and so did his fur, but a lighter yellow. His cutie mark was a shooting star surrounded by others and tiny sparkles. Trixie was afraid to answer the door, her fear got the best of her. Soon after a few minutes, the stallion pulled out a piece of paper and began to write on it. He finished and threw the pencil in to his hat and slipped the paper under Trixie's door. She jumped and almost let out a tiny shriek, but she covered her mouth with her hoof. When she looked back outside, the stallion was gone. She wondered why he was there. A pony who despised her would have stayed and called for others, but this one just left a note. Her attention then went on to the piece of paper folded neatly on the floor. She opened it up and gasped. If this is not the Great and Powerful Trixie then I apologize, but if it is, please be here tomorrow in your wagon. I want to talk to you about something. Don't worry, I am not planning to scream at you in anger or anything harmful like that. It's just a little conversation. Sincerely, S.S. Trixie heart rested in relief as she was no longer scared because of the reassurance. She laughed at her silliness and then she wondered why was the stallion here a few minutes ago. She continuously reread the note in confusion wondering if she should trust this stranger in agreeing to this 'conversation'.