*Fixed all spelling errors, sorry about that!*
The Great and Powerful Trixie was at her lowest. She had sold off everything for food. Everything except her dirty, torn up, and almost and wearable hat and cape. She was in Ponyvile during late December, it's weather wasn't as bad as it could be. It was still horrid, Canterlot was worse, with almost two feet of snow. Ponyvile fell slightly behind Canterlot with a temperature of -20 degrees Fahrenheit and one foot of snow.
Trixie was freezing. She shivered as she walked, occasionally her oversized ego would allow her to seek as low as to ask for food or shelter from the citizens of Ponyvile. Most shunned her away with a disgusted look. Others insulted her and then walked away.
Depression also played a part in her suffering. Or was more of an effect of his suffering. This effect however multiplied her horrible experiences and feelings. she had come to terms with what she had done to Ponyvile in the past and constantly prayed somepony who didn't know her would show some compassion and give just about anything.
Her prayers never answered. Instead she was condemned and cursed. She had sunken to her lowest. That much was certain.
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She walked through the snow covered streets. Shivering with every step, shaking from lack of food, tears streaming down her face with the realization that this winter would more than likely be her last. As she walked through the snow filled night, her pale dying body seemed to blend in with it's surroundings unless confronted with light. Her body had done it's best to fight and try and keep her alive from it's stand point. Although after all edible food sources were exhausted and she could no longer find sustenance her body was forced to begin shutting down. Her body deprived of food, she began to shrink down to skin and bones.
She walked, not with strength or self-confidence, but with weakness and sadness. She passed by many homes and would from time to time gaze in to see happy, warm, well-fed families. She cried as she walked the walk of death past them.
Finally she had reached her end. She could no further. She collapsed on the snow. Her body unable to continue. Her ego wouldn't let her give up.
"N-no....I am the Great and Powerful Trixie! Death....w-will n-not have me!" She proclaimed to nothing. She tried to stand shaking as she did. On all fours her muscles gave out and she fell flat on her side. Her body shutting down, her brain and mind trying to save itself. She crawled forward. Using her fore hooves to move along the ground, slowly, inch by inch, foot by foot. As she crawled death called her name.
"Trixie..." The voice of death was her mother.
Trixie rolled over and saw her mother. Standing tall.
"M-mommy...?" Trixie whispered weakly on her back. Looking at the ghostly white figure of the tall unicorn.
"Yes dear. It is I. Your mommy. Come to me,hun. The afterlife isn't as bad you may think. It's certainly better than this." The transparent ghost said gesturing to Trixie.
Trixie's eye's widened. Death. It was looking at her and beckoning her.
She would not have it.
She rolled back onto her belly and shouted "You will NOT HAVE ME! The Great and Powerful Trixie shall not die by the likes of some demonic spirit!" she crawled away using spent strength to propel her self along. She was a car running on no gas and a broken motor.
"Dear-" The spirit began sympathetically.
"Trixie will not die this night! She w-will live on! You will n-not have me!" She screamed to the spirit as she continued her crawl. She was maybe 20 meters from the closest home. She began to repeat her chant. "You will not have m-"
"WE ALREADY DO! GIVE IN NOW, DELUSIONAL CREATURE!" The spirit shouted, making the very ground tremble with it's voice. It began to walk to Trixie. She heard it's mighty world shaking steps and moved faster.
She went back to her chant,growing weaker now. "Y-y-you willllll n-not ha-have m-me!" she shouted trembling with every word. Her body shuddered and she pushed it past it's very breaking point. She was at the steps of the home. She saw golden light coming through windows on the front of the house. She gingerly crawled up the steps. Her body ready to die. As she clocked out on the door step she forced her head to bang into the door, and collapsed there on the stone doorstep. Alive.....but dying.
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Inside the home, Golden Heart, was looking over the photos of himself and his now deceased wife. Cloud Hopper. He smiled at his old happy memories. A tear ran down from his eye to his cheek and fell down onto the photo album book. He set the book aside, and called for his daughter Spring Dancer.
"Spring Dancer, come here, darling." He called trying to hide the sadness in his voice with a certain calmness.
Spring Dancer came out of her bedroom and into the study. She saw her father a few tears running down his face. He whipped away the tears quickly with a tissue. He looked at her with compassionate eyes and asked.
"How are you handling it, dear?"
"I'm.....I'm g-....." she paused and thought over her next words. "I'm not too good, dad. I-I think I'm depressed."
Her father put a fore hoof on her shoulder. "We all have to mourn at one point or another. I-I just look at the photos. I know eventually I'll get over it or at least be able to handle it. We both have to move on. Just let me know if you need anything. Remember, we're in this together." Golden Heart said sympathetically.
Before Spring could respond, there was a loud voice outside and then a louder "THUD" on the front door.
Golden Heart got up and dropped the photo album. He and Spring Dancer ran out of the study and went to the door. Golden Heart peeked out the front door's three diamond shaped windows and saw a pale light blue mare. She was on her side blacked out on his doorstep. She wore a funny purple hat and matching cape. Both were torn up and dirty. He could see her body moving slightly as she inhaled and exhaled. She looked starved and seemed to lack any body fat and any remaining muscles were almost gone.
"Spring Dancer." He said about to open to the door. "Go to your room. Now."
"Dad wh-" She began but was cut off by her father.
"Go to your room!" He ordered raising his voice.
She walked off hurt. When he heard her room door slam shut. He sighed "She'll understand, tomorrow."
he quickly opened the door and dragged the half-dead mare inside. He closed the door and picked her up. Carrying her with his fore hooves and walking with his rear legs, he made his way to the master bedroom and laid the dieing mare on the bed. He checked her pulse and breathing. She was alive, but definitely dying. He went down into his basement and got the IV cords, feeding tube, and two old medical machines. One of them was for heart beat and blood pressure. The other was for feeding liquidized meals to unconscious patients. He got a few pouches of liquidized meals from a fridge kept in the basement.
He took everything back upstairs and hooked up the light blue mare and then sat on a loveseat in the master bedroom and soon fell asleep as he monitored the mare's condition.