As a small filly manages to get herself lost deep within the Everfree forest, she has a close call with some of the local denizens. Luckily, an old acquaintance shows up with some new tricks up her sleeve.
When ponies talk about Trixie, all they can see is the showmare. So many of them just dismiss her as a braggart and a fraud. They don't know her. They don't know how Great and Powerful she really is.
With no job, and no home this was looking like it was going to be the worst Hearth's Warming yet. That was until she got a letter inviting her to spend the holiday at the rock farm.
Moondancer conned her neighbor, Trixie, into giving her some solitude when she was a filly, and now she tries to make amends by applying Friendship Theory.
Trixie's day was just as normal as the others: Grades, Fuchsia and Lavender, Peanut Butter Crackers, rinse, repeat, do it all again. But today, that cycle was broken by a very strange ocurrence...
Not long after the Dazzlings are defeated, things return to normal at Canterlot High. That is until Sunset Shimmer stumbles upon a five-year-old Trixie
How had it come to this? I came here for a fashion show. Now I have found myself trapped on the cold streets of Baltimare with no place to stay, and no place to go.
Trixie wants to challenge Twilight one more duel, to prove once and for all, who's better at magic. Twilight doesn't want to fight Trixie a third time, so she instead wants to get to the root of the problem, the reasoning behind Trixie's ambitions.
Forbidden from using magic without supervision, Noonlight Bright has accepted she would never be able to cast a proper spell again. One day Trixie arrives, out of the blue, with a new idea - challenge Twilight Sparkle to a magic duel by mail!
After another successful show, Trixie makes her way to her apartment during an unscheduled storm in Manehattan. It was during this freak storm that a lighted theater appears with the name of "Houdini" on the sides of the theater.
Something one does not want, is to have a bad day at work, then wake up as a pony, not when said pony is sore and battered and has an odd feeling in her abdomen