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// Trixie's Letter 
// Story: Trixie's Last Show 
// by Str8aura 
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Put a quill to the paper.

The stage was torn down. For several days after, nobody was quite sure what to do. Nothing like this had ever happened like this before in the sleepy forestside town.

Dip it in ink.

The case was presented to Celestia. The matters of the suddenly deceased prisoner and what remained of her spawn were settled far, far away from Twilight. She didn’t mind. She didn’t want to think any more about it.

Dear Princess Celestia

At the end of that particular day, it was a strangely open and shut ending, at least in the physical matters. One of the only stones left unturned was the remains of the once famous magician, her beloved hat and cape.

Today I learned

Trixie had no remaining family, or anyone who wished to claim ownership. Twilight searched, and she searched hard.

Everything is fine

Twilight finally ended up keeping it. She supposed it was what Trixie would have wanted; but she still wasn’t sure what, if anything, she would want now. That was the most annoying part of an ending.

Twilight shook her head in annoyance, and threw out the ‘Everything is fine’ letter, starting anew with a fresh sheet of paper. There was no point to wondering what she might have said when she said one thing very, very explicitly.

Dear Princess Celestia

I’ve wanted to speak about my life in Ponyville for a long while. Now seems as good a time as any. I’ve had a lot to think about.

Twilight sighed in relief. As she wrote, she began to feel rested for the first time in days now.