Pinkie Pie: Private I - The secrets of my friends

Another day without a cart. The Rainfall just added to the pain.

All this time, food was hard to come by. It wasn't like Trixie needed much, but it still pained her to deny her stomach.

The family of rock farmers had been kind enough to let her spend a night in the room of their now-adult daughter. But they were now two days behind her, and their hospitality only gave her more self-loathing at the pity she had received.

Tears now welled in the eyes of the not-so-great and pitiful Trixie. Everything had now been taken from her; Her cart, her livelihood, her dignity, and soon her hope as well. Obscured by the rain, Trixie's tears streamed down her face, not caring if she did come across anypony else.

Sadness soon boiled into rage at the memory of the mare that had done this to her.

"Sparkle." Trixie spat. "Trixie's through with games. She's through with running. She's coming back to Ponyville. And she'll make you regret ever ruining her!"

At that, Trixie turned in the direction she had avoided for weeks now. She could see the silhouettes of towns in the distance, aglow with the light of lanterns in the heavy downpour. She knew what that direction would hold. She had trained constantly for it. And she was ready for it.

"Let's see how you like it for a change."