“COME ONE! COME ALL! SEE THE GRRRRREAT AND POWERRRRRUL TRRRRRIXIE! BE AMAZED AT HER WONDEROUS FEATS OF MAGIC THAT WILL COMPLETELY BLOW AWAY THE LINES OF WHAT YOU THOUGHT POSSIBLE! FOR THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE CAN DO ALL THIS AND SO MUCH MORE! FOR SHE IS THE MOST TALENTED UNICORN IN ALL OF EQUESTRIA! SHE IS BETTER THEN YOU! AND YOU! AND YOU! YOU TOO!”
Trixie’s voice magically amplified carries out over the Canterlot Street. Trixies waves her hooves in the air while standing on a small milk crate. Magic spouts out from her horn, small star shaped meteors of magical energy shooting above her head. That’s not all. The Great and Powerful Trixie’s cape also flares out behind her despite the lack of wind in the street. She even has a small sign painted in black paint spelling out her title and name.
The morning shoppers of Canterlot continued to ignore her.
“What is wrong with these loser ponies? Can’t they tell when there is a pony obviously better than they are?” Trixie grumbles, stepping down off her milk crate onto all four hooves. She had been there since dawn and not a single pony had turned her way. It was like she was completely invisible.
“They ignore me, but flock to that wretched mare on the corner? Her lyre sounds like a cat being dragged through the wash.” Trixie curses, for the one hundredth time giving the mint mane mare down the street the evil eye. The mare with the lyre even surrounded by ponies happily listening to her music seems to be the only pony to notice Trixie. “Bah! She mocks me, fluttering those eyes, that mischievous smile, all her wink-winking, shaking her hips on her little wooden stool. She wants me to come over there and… challenge her! An insult to the Great and Powerful Trixie who would never be caught dead accepting such a lame challenge from a lame mare. Not even...“ Trixie squints as she reads the small sign next to the lyrist "'The Talented and Musical Lyra?"
'Trixie looks up at the sky in frustration for a moment before looking over at the minty mare again.
“A kissy face? The Great and Powerful Trixie will never kiss defeat! NEVER TRIXIE SAYS!” Trixie shouts out the last part into the face of a high class unicorn pony that had wandered too close to her. The Canterlot Unicorn jumps in the air several feet then runs away at high speeds.
“What is Trixie to do?” Trixie asks herself, slumping down onto her egg crate. Arriving in Canterlot she had not expected this. She had expected the ponies of Canterlot to wooed by her magic (and even her beauty) and to be the highlight of the Grand Galloping Gala and every other ball in Canterlot. She was to be the toast of Canterlot and the girl on the go. They were supposed to watch her and be the talk of all of Canterlot. To be the type of pony, yes the type of pony, every pony wanted to know!
“The country bumpkins of Equestria were utterly wowed by Trixie’s magic, why weren’t the ponies of Canterlot?” Trixie asked herself again while attempting to strangle the question in her hooves. Instead of being the most popular pony in Canterlot she was stuck at that dough-brained stallion’s donut stand. Her dreams of fame were being mired in Donut Joe’s shop between demanding ponies that needed to get an apple stuck in their mouths and the tiring menial work. She hoped that performing on the streets of Canterlot she would be natural recognized for her abilities and be uplifted into stardom by an adoring crowd. She even spent most of her meager tips on buying fireworks for her act when she performed on a respectable venue again.
“Why is Trixie stuck in obscurity? Why? Why? WHY! What am I doing wrong?” Trixie gasps falling back onto the pavement, limbs splayed outward. Looking into the blue sky Trixie is suddenly reminded of the eyes of that utterly, nonsensical pink mare. Her eyes had held the attention of the crowd at Donut Joe that one morning. Her eyes had looked at her and offered her so much warm feelings and…and…friendship! It made her stomach churn. Becoming known as the most famous unicorn in Equestria was not about friendship. It was about adoration and desire. Occasionally she had seen the same feelings of friendship in Donut Joe’s eyes, but she had seen them less and less the more Donut Joe knew Trixie. It was all for the best.
“What had she said…” Trixie mumbled as she sat up on her would-be-stage. “Give them what they want? A laughable idea…but Trixie is at the end of her rope…”
“Hi lady.” A soft voice said next to Trixie.
“WHAUG-aaaaaat. What. What do you want street urchin?” Trixie asked, at first startled by the sudden appearance of the dirty earth pony colt. Trixie could not tell if his mane and coat was naturally the color of soot and dirt. She could not even tell if the smudge on his flank was supposed to be his cutie mark. Pushing down her own memories of living on the street she asked again “What is it you want from Trixie? Trixie has no bits to give. Trixie is also busy drawing the ponies of Canterlot to her like a moth to a flame. So make it quick, kid.”
“Ummm…” the young colt murmurs while rubbing his hooves together nervously. “Can you…can you do magic tricks?”
“Hahaha. The Great and Powerful Trixie can do more than ‘magic tricks’. Trixie’s magic can do anything! Trixie is better than any pony in Equestria.” Trixie gloats, looking down at the urchin. To emphasis her point she gives him a wink and concentrates her magic, pulling back her hat and sending a spark of energy shooting from the tip of her horn.
“Oooh…” the urchin ooo’s, clopping his hooves together. The urchin looks down shyly then backup to Trixie, eyes overflowing with hope “Could you…could you…um…do a magic trick for me?”
“What? You ask the obviously Great and Powerful Trixie to-“Trixie begins to reject the urchin, but stops short when she sees him begin to cringe at her words. Against Trixie’s obviously better judgment she changes her words “Ugh. Very well. Ask away of the Great and Powerful Trixie and she will amaze you with her amazingness.” Trixie stands back on her egg crate, striking a pose as the wind effect returns to her cape.
“Oh! Oh! Thank you lady. Uhm…” the urchin says as his face becomes the epitome of concentration. “Could you…do the card trick? Pick a card? I love that trick.” The urchin asks, standing to his hooves in bundled excitement.
“…you can’t be serious?” Trixie asks, shoulders slumping as she stares at the foal.
“Uhm…I think I am.”
“The Great and Powerful Trixie could make the street lamps come to life and tap dance down the street or create a thundercloud that could scorch the hide of that contemptible lyrist…but…you…want Trixie to do a card trick…” Trixie stares dumbfounded at the street urchin.
“Uhm…yes?”
“Ugh…fine…” Trixie groans, planting a hoof to her face and shaking her head. Trixie picks her hat off her head and reaches in. Pulling out a deck of cards she uses her magic to shuffle them in the air. Her face was as rigid as statue as she did. Levitating the cards to the foal she spreads the cards out in the air. Letting him pick one out of the deck he shows it to the mare next to him.
“Oooo…” Lyra mouths next to the colt, “If this was Cider Rummy that would be a good card to have”.
A barrage of insults begins to form in Trixie’s throat, but she quickly swallows their rancid taste as she notices that besides the mint unicorn more ponies are taking notice of Trixie and the urchin. Ponies begin to crowd around Trixie, whispering to themselves and pointing between her and the urchin.
“Okay…” the colt says, concentrating as he puts his card back into the deck. He seems to wait for something, staring at Trixie. “Uhm…isn’t this part where you’re supposed to shuffle?”
“Wha-…I uh. Yes. Yes it is” Trixie mumbles, not realizing how long she had been staring at the crowd around her. “N-now here we go…” Trixie mumbles again, slowly shuffling the deck with rigid movements. Trixie emptied her mind. The thought that Trixie could get stage fright was just impossible.
“Is…this…your card?” Trixie asks pulling out a card from the deck, a Sun of Celestia, and showing it to the urchin. All of time seems to stand still for a moment. As the colt’s eyes narrow at the card Trixie can even feel sweat form on her brow.
“That’s my card!” the urchin says with glee, clopping his hooves on the ground. Cheers and shouts of amusement cry out from the small crowd around Trixie. Smiling nervously Trixie carefully shows the card to the crowd. Taking a bow she hides the breath of air she had been holding. ‘Sweet relief’ Trixie thinks as she straightens her body.
“Wow that was great. Can I pick a card too?” Lyra asks, winking as she adds “Maybe it will be the Princess of Hearts.”
“YOU pick a card? Why don’t you pick up your lyre and shov-“
Trixie is interrupted as a clap of thunder suddenly roars. All of Canterlot seems to shake and shudder as the light overhead begins to disappear. Every pony looks up skyward to see the source of both the thunder and lack of light. The pink clouds stretching out from Canterlot Castle to cover all of Canterlot are hard to miss. Another clap of thunder heralds a downpour of brown rains that pours over all of Canterlot. One of the droplets hits Trixie on the nose. Taking a sniff she
recognizes the scent, it reminds her so much of the pink mare.
“Chocolate…rain?”
Author's Note:
Writing this ith only one contact lense wasn't so bad.