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// CHAPTER TWO: Trixie's exhibition 
// Story: Dear Trixie 
// by LunaFinna and Singheart 
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Trixie walked along the dampened sidewalk to Canterlot. It was a long trot, but worth the three days it took to get to the Princess’ Castle. She was tired of being on her hooves, even though she could teleport, it would’ve wasted her energy faster than ever. Not that she had any, anyway.

“I… am… Trixie… Lula… Moon…. I come to… tell… you… about my off...er!” Trixie looked up at Princesses Luna and Celestia.

Trixie had expected they laugh or shun her. Instead, they merely said, “Alright, what is it?” Trixie raised her head, her matted hair hitting her square in the face. She had a look of hope and much intelligence, but it quickly dispersed.

“I- I-” Luna landed with a huge booming noise right in front of Trixie.

“Well, we haven’t got all day, so quit your stammering and GET TO THE POINT!”

Trixie’s head immediately lowered, of shame and cowardice.

“I- I- I come…. For shelter. I have no place to stay, and was hoping you could-” “SILENCE!”

Luna’s booming voice could’ve been heard from outside the castle.

“I’ve heard ENOUGH! Guards, go and send this… peasant away!”

She flew to her throne, and watched Trixie get thrown out of the castle from the guards.

“Sister, that was no way to treat a commoner. you know we could’ve helped her out, found her a nice home or carriage!” Celestia, draped in light from her jealous sun, flew down to her throne.

“I told you to be nice to all guests or visitors, and to stop taking control of MY kingdom!”

She slammed down her hoof and stood before her cowering younger sister. Her flowing hair was flowing near her face, casting a shadow on her beautiful light pink face. Her rosy eyes were sincere, and were full of anguish and hardship for the young mare before her.

“I was only doing my duty as Princess of the Night, sister!” The small dark pony looked up at her older sister.

“I will rule this kingdom… no one cares for my night, only your sunshine! I can’t handle IT!” She flew off to her room.

“Oh, sister. What will I do with you?” The older alicorn murmured.