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// The Legacy of Lulamoon 
// Story: And the show went on 
// by Magenta Cat 
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	Everything started with Trixie Silverlight Lulamoon, the Great and Powerful. Who were her parents of ancestors was lost with the time passing. But she never let her past (or lack of it) to define her. What characterized Trixie the First were her motives.

In her times, most of ponies limited themselves to what they cutie mark told them to do. Not for the first Trixie. She wanted more.

Although Princess Twilight knew her, she never understood if it was a desire of self-improvement or just plain greed, but the first Trixie just wanted one thing from life; to be on top.

Before the United Republics came to existence, she was already traveling far and wide around all of Equus as the same. Saddle Arabia, the Griffon Republic, Zebrica. You name it and she was probably there at least once.

That was Trixie the First. The infinite would have been only a start for her.

Then, she happened to meet a stallion in one of her visits to Canterlot. When Princess Twilight told me that said stallion was Vladimir Duke Joseph Franc de Pansy Jan Nepomucký Faust of Remedies Escriba of the Holy Pony Sisters Rex and Blueblood, I directly asked her if she was pulling my leg.

She wasn’t joking. One of the most influential figures of politic history was my ancestor! Not even my obsessed-with-history mother knew that.

That’s how Trixie the Second was born.

Although Prince Blueblood tried to inherit her his many tittles, Trixie the First stopped him and the newborn was simply named Trixiana Valentina Lulamoon-Blueblood. Princess Twilight says there was an actual duel over the filly’s last name.

Trixie the Second was an earth pony. Her mane was golden as the sun and had coat blue as the sea. Unlike her parents, she never caught an especial like for having a public image. Instead, she turned herself to the arts.

A revolutionary of heart, whit her mother’s desire of being the best and her father’s disregard for other’s opinions, Trixie the Second dedicated her life to always create a new and unique piece for every discipline she could find.

Princess Twilight took me to a trip over the Rarities and Belles Museum in our second day of history telling. Inside the museum was a thousand pages book with photos, descriptions and the locations of Trixiana works, none of them signed by her.

Refusing to use her parent’s fame, she always went under a different pseudonym for each piece, letting her art speak for itself.

Trixie the Second, the creator who looked at the world and wanted to make it look better.

Her daughter was Beatrice. No more second names or appellatives, just Beatrice. When Trixie the Second reappeared one day in Canterlot, she refused to reveal (or didn’t know) who was the father, but went back in order to raise her daughter around the family.

Beatrice was a unicorn, just like her grandparents, with a soft violet coat and black mane. Unlike anyone in her family, Beatrice was a simpler pony, more of a sportsmare than a scholar and definitely not as multidisciplinary as the previous two Trixies. In fact, she also refused to be called Trixie the Third

Never wanting to be under her family’s shade, Beatrice did the only thing that neither her ‘equine universale’ grandmother nor her ‘multitalented artist’ mother did; Beatrice joined Princess Twilight’s guard.

Princess Twilight herself knew Beatrice too. She was a competent and helpful guard, with little to no problems with not being under the spotlight. Instead, she was happy with helping others from the less public position of ‘the door’s guard’.

Still, her more adventurous nature got the best of her on the multiple ‘events’ that occurred on her time’s Ponyville. Not for nothing that Princess Twilight’s city is still known today as a ‘weirdness magnet’.

From her spot in the main gate, Beatrice witnessed and fought a very astonishing collection of events, of which she never took proper credit. If it wasn’t for her military record, there would never be a proof of her feats. Princess Twilight explained me that Beatrice was actually shy and didn’t want to withdraw too much attention.

With each generation, the name of Trixie retired itself a little more from the public’s ear.

When she retired from active service, Trixie the First was in her dead bed. It was her grandmother’s dying wishes what finally made Beatrice accept the family’s legacy, becoming the third and last Trixie.

Trixie the Third, she never wanted fame or notoriety, and cut the Trixie legacy for the centuries to come.

Since then that my family went down in the fame-to-obscurity-to-infamy scale. Till my mother was born.

Golden Compass was the seventh daughter of a spacecraft’s engineer and a history’s teacher. Under their education, Golden Compass grew up accustomed to search in her books for the answers to basically any question she encountered.

With the time, her hunger for knowledge was too much, that there was only one answer she didn’t know; who were her ancestors. When she finally discovered the truth, she didn’t have the immortal ruler of our land to tell her the whole story.

Because of Trixie the Third complete distaste for notoriety, her name was buried in the military records of Princess Twilight’s guard as she wasn’t mentioned anywhere else.

Then, there was Trixie the Second and her philosophy of never signing her work. It ended with her as just another graduated from arts school with little no pieces to her name.

Finally, she found Trixie the First.

Yes, she walked the entire world and yes, she learned a lot from it. In her prime, Trixie the first was a well-recognized master of a wide spectrum of magical and practical abilities. But her prime happened outside of Equestria, between Zebrican tribes and Griffonian schools.

For Equestria, she only passed to local history as another of the Elements of Harmony’s ‘Rogues Gallery’. A wicked mare who confronted Equestria’s greatest heroes twice and then disappeared from their lives.  

At the end, Golden Compass took this as a sing. She renamed herself as Trixie the Fourth and decided to bring back the family’s denied glory.

As a teacher, my mother took her majesty’s program of education and extended it around the world, sharing the quality of education that only Canterlot and Ponyville had with every other city.

Then, I happened.

My name is Starbright Shine. I’m the fifth mare to use the name of Trixie. There will be a sixth one, but right now, it’s my time.

I’m already a graduated of her majesty, Princess Twilight Sparkle’s Ponyville Institute as the first of my class. In fact, I’m basically the first pony in centuries to pass with a straight 10/10 record.

Also, I gained Princess Twilight’s trust. Only this morning she sent me to prepare everything for her visit in Hoofington, tomorrow at the Summer Sun Celebration.