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// Dreams (Rivals Week) 
// Story: Itty-Bitty Bite Size Stories 
// by gallagsp the corgi 
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	I don't need your help, Sparkle!

Trixie, we don't have time for this, let me help you!

No! I can do this, I don't need you, I don't need anypony!

This is a death wish! You can't do this alone! Trixie pushed her magic harder, not only focusing her attack, but also blocking out Twilight's magic. She didn't need help. She was the Great and Powerful Trixie, she didn't need anyone's help.

The Ursa roared and opened its mouth. It came down on Trixie. She couldn't stop it.

"Gaah!" Trixie yelled, shooting up in bed. She looked around frantically. Just her cart. no Ursa in sight. She put her head back down to her pillow and turned to her side, she pulled her purple stuffed alicorn closer, careful not to damage the new wings.

In the darkness of her mobile home, all alone on the side of the road, with only a stuffed alicorn plush of a rival-turned-friend to dry her tears, Trixie cried.