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// The Dream (Part 3a: Past, Present, and Future) 
// Story: Undisclosed Desire 
// by Dark Enigma 
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	Rain falls, cold, distant; a mare lies on the muddy ground... Trixie lies on the muddy ground. Another mare similar to her walks in behind her. "You really are pathetic, aren't you?"

"Shut up," says Trixie, "I had a long day, and I don't need your attitude."

"Well, your day isn't over yet. Since you lost the amulet before I had a chance to use it, you have to make it up to me."

"Trixie doesn't have to do anything. Just leave me alone." Trixie slowly gets to her hooves.

The mysterious mare walks up next to her. "You know I can't do that. We're sisters. We were born into this world with nothing and had to crawl all the way up."

"Yes, and all your plans have backfired in my face while you waited on the sidelines," retorts Trixie. "I'm done with you. Just leave me alone." Without looking back, Trixie walks into the unknown, leaving her sister behind in the rain alone.

"You can't do this!" Trixie's sister yells after Trixie. "You're nothing without me!"

"Wrong, I am the Great and Powerful Trixie," she whispers to herself.





Rocks upon rocks upon rocks, so many rocks everywhere. Trixie is pulling along a cart full of the burdensome weights through a grayed field of dirt.

"Trixie!" calls out an old stallion with some wicked side burns. "Mails here."

Trixie undoes the straps attaching her to the cart, a steady stream of sweat pours down the side of her cheek. She trots toward the stallion who has a single gold letter under his hoof. "Thanks, Igneous. And thanks for giving me this old job back and a place to stay."

"Not a problem. We all make mistakes. And we must learn to recognize them. Come inside when you're done. The Misses made a pie you just have to try."

"I will," says Trixie to the departing stallion. She picks up the letter he left her. On the letter is a single name that makes Trixie's heart stop: Tricky Lulamoon.

	Dearest Sister,

I have finally gather a team to take Canterlot for ourselves. But I need you. Remember when we roamed the streets of that forsaken city, wondering where we'll lay our heads every night? Now I, I mean, we have a chance to get back at the city that treated us like trash. I'm a realist, and I know how you must feel about me.But  I still need you, but the choice to join me is up to you. If you choose to join, I will begin with my plan tonight near the castle square. I'll be waiting.

"Tricky..." whispers Trixie. "You are an idiot. Nothing but an idiot. Why can't you just move on?"

In a nearby house, Igneous is enjoying his wife's pie when he hears the galloping of hooves fading away. "There she goes again."

"Don't worry, dear," says his wife walking in with another pie fresh from the oven. "She'll be back, and we'll be here."