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// Oh goddess here we go 
// Story: Braggart's Bane 
// by Valorousspectre 
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Chapter 8: Oh Goddess, Here we go.

Entry 261. Autumn.

I have become accustomed to the lighter weight of my head without the added weight of my horn. I have not yet tried to do magic yet, I know it will not work. That’s how it always happened in the tribes, why would that not be how it worked here?
I once saw a shaman disgraced. They filed his horns down to a foals’ standards. He could never do magic again. He tried several times and failed each time. His last attempt was also the last anypony saw of him. It’s said that he overloaded his neural cortex with magical buildup since he had shortened horns and his brain haemorrhaged. I’m not sure I believe this, but I can’t risk it.

All my life I’ve gotten by with magic. I’m fairly certain even my parents only took me in because of it. Said it was potent or something. Now I’ll never be able to use it again. Guess I’ll have to readjust myself to adapt. Balance is upset when the scales are tipped.

Ah, but if only it was that easy. My whole lifestyle will need to be changed. I suppose I can live with that. If only I could live down those looks she keeps giving me. I can’t tell whether or not they’re admiring or condescending, like she new filing down my horn would make me lose my magic and she’s now revelling in the fact that I am virtually helpless now.
Or, perhaps I’m just seeing things. Hay, it might even be something to do with the fact that I walk with my head held higher now, or that my mane and tail are trimmed to be neater, but not that much shorter. Maybe she’s just admiring her work. I wouldn’t be surprised. She did do a fine job. Except for filing my horn. I’m not sure I can ever forgive her for that.

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Great and Powerful Journal entry forty-nine.

Why is it Trixie cannot stop looking at him? Trixie does not understand. He is a handsome stallion if nothing else, but that never made Trixie incapable of going five minutes without glancing at anypony before. Although Trixie must admit, he does look cuter with a shorter horn.

One thing Trixie does find irritating however is the way he looks so glum now. Trixie doesn’t understand that either. Did Trixie do something? Is he hurt? Trixie worries. Trixie doesn’t understand how or why, but I wo- Trixie. Trixie worries. Now Trixie is letting her pretence slip. What is wrong with Trixie!? Perhaps if I, The great and Powerful Trixie ask him what is wrong.
At least that way Trixie won’t feel almost afraid of being around him anymore. At least, That’s what Trixie assumes it is. Trixie feels her heart beat faster and has that strange sensation in her stomach like tiny wings tickling her from the inside. Butterflies I... Trixie believes it’s called. Stay cool Trixie. Trixie is not afraid! Trixie is Great and Powerful! Trixie is never one to feel fear because Trixie is courageous! Trixie will find out what his problem is as soon as she puts this down. He’s playing with his guitar at the moment. He normally writes late, as we’re going to sleep. I shall ask him now. Wish me luck!  Trixie shall ask him now. Wish her luck!


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Entry 262... We’re still in Autumn.

Oh how to put this. Trixie is crying. And it’s all my fault.