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// The Fall of Two Moons 
// Story: The Redemption of a Showstopper 
// by Nazoult98 
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Chapter 4
The Fall of Two Moons

Trixie was born in Canterlot to a happily married couple. Their names were Lucy and Victor Lulamoon. Victor was an aspiring writer. He lived at home and always wore a white tank top and dark blue shorts. Everyday he would sit in front of his computer and try to write new and exciting stories. There was only one problem; he wasn’t making a living at his writing. Most of the money coming into the household came from his wife Lucy. Lucy was a stage magician under the name of “The Full Moon”. She was a very talented magician and always came home with enough money for her family to live on. She had a white horn which was always surrounded by her tidy, light blue hair. She always wore nothing but white clothes. Lucy and Victor loved Trixie very much and they always hoped that nothing could come between them.
Trixie had shown an interest in magic from a very young age. She would always smile when her mother performed her magical feats. Lucy would always bring Trixie to her magic shows. “I want to be magician just like you,” Trixie would always say to her mother. 
Every time she said this Lucy would smile and say, “I know you will. After all, you’re my Great and Powerful Trixie.” Lucy started teaching her daughter the ins and outs of magic when she was five years of age. Trixie always learned her lessons fast and would often try to impress her father with her magic. Her father never paid attention, however. He was always to busy trying to think up his stories that he never made any time for his family. Because of this, Trixie grew extremely close to her mother. An event would happen, however, that would shake her to the core and the only two bonds she had would be severed.
It was still dark out as Trixie got out of bed that morning. “There,” she said to herself, “No one knows I’m up yet.” She looked over at the clock. It was five o’ clock in the morning and her alarm wasn’t supposed to ring for another hour. She reached over and turned the alarm off. She quickly made her bed and tip-toed out of her room, quietly closing the door behind her. She could hear her father’s snores in the hallway as she crept over to the stairs. She stood there in the darkness for a moment looking down the stairs. She made sure no lights were on downstairs before she made her descent. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard a faint cracking sound. She walked towards where the noise had come from and found herself standing in the kitchen doorway. Her mother was in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove, and her back was turned to the doorway. 
“You’re up early, Trixie,” Her mother said without turning around, “Were you hoping to sneak a peek at your cake?” 
“How did you know?” Trixie asked disappointed. She walked in and sat down at the table. 
“You went to bed awfully early last night,” Her mother replied, “You never go to bed that early, unless you’re trying to snoop around for your presents or anything else special we’re hiding.” 
“And you’re always up before me,” Trixie said pouting, “It’s not fair.” 
“Happy tenth birthday, kiddo,” her mother said turning towards her. The creaking of a door came from upstairs. A few moments later, her father had entered the kitchen. “Dear,” her mother said to him, “Do you know what today is?” 
“Friday,” he answered as he poured himself a cup of coffee. 
“Isn’t there something special about today?” she asked him. 
“Not that I can recall,” He said. 
“Do you remember what happened ten years ago from today?” She asked. 
“No,” he replied. 
“It’s my birthday,” Trixie said teleporting in front of him. He stood there as if in thought for a moment or two. 
“So it is,” he replied. He looked at her for another moment or two, then patted her on the head and walked out of the room.
“Why’s Dad always so distant from me?” Trixie asked at dinner that night. It was just her and her mother sitting at the table. Her dad had taken his dinner to his study. He had said something about trying to finish his new book. 
“I don’t know,” her mother answered, “But, I think it has something to do with his work. He focuses on trying to churn out the next big story, and it seems like he forgets he has a daughter.” 
“Isn’t there anything you can do?” Trixie asked. 
“I’ve tried,” was the reply, “But, nothing I do seems to work.” Trixie sat in silence for a moment. “I have a surprise for you,” her mother said quickly, “I know you like watching my shows. I also happen to have one tonight. So, I thought you might want to see what goes on backstage at one of my shows.” Trixie perked up. 
“You’re not kidding, are you?” She asked. 
“No, not at all,” her mother replied, “You always tell me you want to be a magician like me, and it’s not a school night; so I thought it wouldn’t be a problem.” Trixie jumped out of her seat and hugged her mother. “Now put your dishes in the sink,” her mother said getting up, “We need to leave for the theater in twenty minutes.”
Trixie was sitting in her mother’s dressing room about thirty minutes later. Her dressing room was small, but it was arranged to make it as comfortable as it possibly could. Trixie had chosen to sit in the chair near the door while her mother was sitting in front of the mirror getting ready for her show. “Are you excited?” Her mother asked as she straightened her bow tie. 
“Yeah,” Trixie answered, “I can’t believe you’re letting me see what goes on backstage.” 
“You’re my Great and Powerful Trixie,” her mother replied, “I’m sure you’ll be fine.” There was a knock on the door followed by a voice. 
“Five minutes to show time Mrs. Lulamoon.” 
“Let’s head backstage,” her mother said getting up. They exited the dressing room and Trixie followed her mother backstage. 
“Ladies and gentlemen,” a booming voice announced, “Put you hands together, it’s time for The Full Moon to rise.” Her mother kissed her on the forehead and walked onstage. Trixie stood in awe as she watched the people working to make her mother’s show happen. She was watching someone on the catwalks when she heard a crackling above her. She thought nothing of it and kept her attention fixed on the guy on the catwalk. The catwalk guy looked towards her and his face filled with panic. Next thing she knew, something or someone had pushed her forward and there was a crash behind her.
"Trixie," a voice called out behind her, "My Great and Powerful Trixie, are you alright?" Trixie turned around and met the purple eyes of a familiar face as the smell of smoke filled her nostrils. 
"Mother?" Trixie asked, "Mother is that you?" 
"You're okay now," her mother said panting, "I know you will be. After all, you're my Great and Powerful Trixie." 
"Mother, what happened to you?" Trixie asked about ready to cry. Her mother was trapped underneath a wooden beam and a fire was spreading behind her. Her light blue hair was messy and covered with soot, and her face had a pained expression. Blood was streaming from her mouth and ran down her face. 
"I need you to be strong for me Trixie," she said, "Stay strong for mommy, okay?" 
"Mommy," Trixie cried out, the tears flowing down her face like a river, "Mommy, please, don't leave me. I don't want you to go." 
"I have to sweetie," her mother replied as the life drained from her eyes, "I don't want to sweetie, but I have to. But, I need you to be strong. You have to remember, no matter what anyone says that you're Mommy's Great and Powerful Trixie, and Mommy loves you." Trixie started towards her mother but was stopped by a wall of flame that sprang up between them. 
"Mommy," Trixie cried, "Please, come back Mommy." The smoke was too thick at this point, and Trixie couldn't breathe. Suddenly, everything went black.
Trixie woke up in the hospital a week later. She sat up in the hospital bed and looked around. “Excuse me,” she said stopping a doctor as he walked by, “How long have I been in here?” 
“About a week,” the doctor answered approaching her, “A firefighter brought you in here.” 
“Has anyone come to visit me in the past week?” she asked. 
“No,” the doctor replied, “I found it strange, but no one has come to see you. I asked one of the residents to notify your family. But, your mother was found dead in the theater under a wooden beam and your father said he was too busy to come see you.” 
“I see,” Trixie replied, “It’s alright, his book is probably more important.” 
“It’s a sad thing to see,” the doctor said suddenly, “I mean, it’s sad to see a child lose one of her parents at such a young age.” 
“How much longer do I have to stay here?” 
“You can leave now,” the doctor replied, “If you’re ready to, that is.”
“Dad,” Trixie called as she entered the house an hour later, “Dad, are you here?” She looked around the living room and noticed there was a huge pile of beer cans next to her father’s recliner. She turned towards the stairs and saw a trail of beer cans leading upstairs. She followed the trail and ended up in front of the door to her father’s study. “Dad,” she said opening the door, “Dad, are you in here?” Her dad was sitting in front of the computer, asleep. She looked around the study. Beer cans covered the floor, except near the trash can where a pile of crumpled up pages sat, the room smelled of urine and her dad looked like he hadn’t changed his clothes during the week. Trixie sighed. “Welcome back,” she muttered to herself. She left the room and went downstairs. She sighed again as she noticed that even though the house looked the same, it didn’t feel the same. Trixie spent the whole afternoon cleaning her Dad’s mess of beer cans. Once that was done she went back upstairs, entered her room, and sat on her bed. 
“Trixie,” her dad called downstairs as she came in the door two weeks later, “Can you come here a minute?” Trixie sighed as she started up the stairs. 
“Yes Dad,” she said as she entered his study. 
“You just get home from school?” her father asked. Trixie just nodded. “I want you to do your homework, your chores, and take a shower,” he said turning back to the computer. After she had done what her father had asked she entered her room and sat on her bed. As she sat there, a crash came from her father’s study. 
“Are you okay?” she asked knocking on the door. 
"It's your fault," her dad's voice shouted, "I don't know why your mother thought it was a good idea to bring you to work with her but now she's dead." 
"Dad, please, it's not my fault," Trixie said crying, "I don't know what happened but it's not my fault." 
"Sure," Her dad said opening the door, "I suppose she just ended up dead." His black eyes were filled with malice and she could see the bookcase was overturned behind him. 
"Please, Dad, that's not nice," Trixie said her voice full of fear, "Can't we be happy again? It's what Mom would have wanted." 
"Who said you get to decide what your mother would have wanted?" Her dad asked smacking her, "You should have died with her. I can't believe that damn firefighter saved you." 
"Why are you being so mean, Dad?" Trixie asked, "What did I do to deserve this?" 
"You let your mother die," her dad answered, "Now get me another beer." 
"Why would I do that?" Trixie asked, "You've been mean to me ever since you've started drinking them non-stop." 
"I said get me a damn beer," her father replied smacking her again, "Ten year-olds shouldn’t question their parents. You can go to your room; I'll get the damn thing myself. If you come out before I tell you, then that fire would have been the least of your worries."
Trixie sat down on her bed as the tears started rolling down her cheeks, wave after wave. “Why did this have to happen to me?” She thought, “Ever since I came back from the hospital, all he’s ever done was treat me like crap. He orders me around, hits me whenever something goes wrong, and drinks beer in his study. I wish I never came home.” Just then, a thought crossed her mind. “That’s what I’ll do,” she whispered to herself as a fire ignited in her eyes. She stood up and walked over to her bedroom door. She stood there waiting, until she heard her father’s cursing in the hallway followed by the slamming of his study door. She hesitated, unsure about going through with it or not. This only lasted for a moment before her new resolve filled her again. She opened her door quietly and stepped out into the hall. At this point, her instinct had taken over her and before she knew it she was at the bottom of the stairs. In the next moment, she was outside. She paused, thinking about where she should go. There was a slamming of a door inside and she had to act fast. She took off down the street, she still didn’t know where she was going but she never looked back.