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// What's mine is mine and what's yours is too~ 
// Story: Braggart's Bane 
// by Valorousspectre 
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Chapter 5: What's mine is mine and what's yours is too~

Great and Powerful Journal entry thirty-four.

Trixie supposes she can be a little nicer to this dull stallion she is travelling with. Trixie is quite satisfied that he finally owns up to Trixie being beautiful. Of course, Trixie is not surprised. Trixie is always thought upon as beautiful for she is the Great and Powerful Trixie! And the Great and Powerful Trixie has no equal in looks and cannot be matched in magical prowess!

Or... So Trixie thought.

Trixie has decided to finally own up to the fact that Trixie just might be a tiny bit inferior in magical capabilities to one Twilight Sparkle. Just a tiny bit mind you! Trixie is by no means, trounced! Never is the Great and Powerful Trixie trounced!
Anyhow. Trixie and her entourage are travelling south now. Trixie must think an excuse to go around Ponyville, for Ponyville lies south of here. The stars have revealed that to Trixie! Trixie is powerful enough and talented enough to read the stars! Bask in her glory!

Ahem. And Yes, Trixie read the stallions’ journal again last night and plans to do so again this night. Trixie refuses to be confused by the way he says things that seem to mean absolutely nothing and Trixie will not stand his silly mannerisms without some sort of payment. Trixie will read his journal as she likes, when she likes.

After all. Why else would he write that if nopony is there to read it?


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Entry 250. End of Summer.

It’s cold. Much too cold for my liking. Where is the heat in this place? The days are pleasant enough but, damn is it cold in the night. Even the fire upon which I write this account by isn’t enough to stave off this cold completely. 

I spoke a little more to my tentative companion today. Again, she’s still as annoying as she was. Admittedly, that’s not liable to change overnight. I’ve taken to travelling in front or directly parallel to her, so as to avoid finding myself glancing up and seeing only her flanks and tail. I plan on maintaining this until such a time that we may find ourselves separating once more, which I do not wish. As irritating as Trixie is, she is company none the same, and loneliness is truly one of the worst forms of torture there is.

Of all the things that could happen now, I’m afraid that, soon, we will be running headlong into the town Trixie has mentioned repeatedly in her tales of the Ursa creature. My first clue was her rather subtle change in posture as we turned south. It’s gotten more pronounced the further south we go. I just know she’ll want to avoid it and, for the sake of peace, I will accept if she asks. It is no problem for one such as I.

I do hope we can at least travel a little further together. At best, I wish to cultivate this relationship to true friendship rather than this tentative truce we have now. It would be my wish that she is the first friend I make in this strange land.
But it will take time... Time we may not yet have.


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Great and Powerful Journal entry thirty-five.

How does Trixie put this? Trixie is more confused now than she was when she first met this stallion. Trixie is unsure as to how to proceed. However Trixie is glad that he will comply with Trixies’ wishes and avoid this town. Trixie is unwilling to be thrown out on her ear. It isn’t a nice thought in Trixies’ mind. 

Trixie will update this further upon a later date. The night is darkening and Trixies’ Magnificent fire is dying.