"Ugh. . ." Trixie groaned as her eyes fluttered open. She felt groggy and weak for some reason. It wasn't as if she had fallen asleep, and it wasn't as if she had been ill recently.

Or. . . had she? Trixie couldn't help but feel that as likely as those thoughts were to be wrong, it would also be likely that her thoughts were right.

Her nerves finally connected with her eyes and snapped her out of her blank state. She finally saw the wooden ceiling above her.

Where am I?

Slowly, she sat up. Only then did she realize she was on something soft. She looked down, and found herself sitting up on a bed.

A bed? Trixie racked her brains. Had she actually been asleep?

She shook her head wildly; she would have to think about it later. She had to know where she was. Trixie swerved her head this way and that, taking in her surroundings. She first discovered that there were books. Lots and lots of books. Books on prophecies, history, magic, and etc. She even spotted a book on healing on the floor.

Then, a vague memory flashed into her mind. She was saying something, to a purple mare. . . then her vision grew a bit reddish. . . then she closed her eyes. . . when she opened them again, the red hue from her eyesight was gone. . . there was a red aura surrounding a ridiculously large tree. . . it lifted off the ground, flipped upside down, and shook. . . and out of that tree tumbled out books, many books.

Trixie frowned in puzzlement. As much as she hated to think of it, for some reason, she felt that indeed the memory was hers.

The back of her mind told her not to think much more about this vision, but her curiosity was too strong; she kept thinking about what she had just seen. Squeezing her eyes shut, she kept searching the memory for clues on what the situation was.

The memory crossed her mind again, but more vividly. And she could hear voices this time.

She was standing in front of a purple unicorn mare with a mane and tail mixed up with the colors of pink, blue, and indigo. "Now I want revenge," she heard a voice say. A voice that sounded uncannily like hers; a voice that was hers. "And I'll just keep casting spells till you agree," she continued. Then her eyes grew red and blinked slowly. A red aura surrounded the tree in the distance. Trixie couldn't feel herself using magic, but she undoubtedly felt the flow of it dissipating from her head. The tree lifted up, flipped upside down, and shook. The windows of the tree opened up, and a large amount of books toppled out, along with an owl.

Trixie was dumbfounded. She couldn't remember precisely what had happened, but she knew she had been involved, and that she had been bad.

Then she remembered something else. It was in that memory, but now, she could hear her voice. Not a vocal voice, a mental voice.

"Now I want revenge."

You don't have to be like this!

"And I'll just keep casting spells till you agree."

No! You don't want to do this!

The red aura of unicorn magic lifted the tree and shook the air.

You oaf! That's Twilight Sparkle's home!

Twilight Sparkle? Twilight Sparkle! Of course! How could she not have thought of it? The purple unicorn's name! And the books, on the ground, definitely the ones that had fallen out of the tree! Now, she could remember it! The bookworm unicorn! The one who knew more magic than she herself! Her house, the tree library!

Slowly, she felt her horror inkling into her blank face. So that was where she was. In the library. In Twilight Sparkle's house. In her enemy's house.

Her lower eyelids twitching with fear, she jumped out of bed, panicking. That could have been a mistake; her whole body suddenly began to ache. But her mind was going wild, and adrenaline coursed through her like mad. Why was she here? What was her nemesis planning to do with her?

Without thinking, she started running. . . and the ground gave way. Apparently, the floor that she had been on did not cover the entire diameter of the tree.

"Oof!" she cried as she fell face flat on the lower floor. She was in great pain now. Her head throbbed, her face was numb, her hooves were burning, and her legs were shaking.

Trixie could hear a faint, sleepy voice. "Ungh. . . what's going on?" She looked up from where she had fallen, and saw a purple-and-green figure of small size. A dragon.

Then, something else flashed through Trixie's mind. She was picking up a small purple-and-green dragon with her magic. The dragon was wailing with panic.

Stop! You're terrorizing him!

That thought was followed by another voice. A wicked voice. Another mental voice. Another one of her own voices.

So? That's exactly what you wanted to do!

Her magic rolled the dragon into a ball, and she began to dribble him on the ground.

"Trixie, put him down," Twilight Sparkle said.

That's right! Put him down!

Why should I? This is fun!

Her magic created a basketball basket, and she thrusted the dragon into the hoop.

"Why are you doing this?" Twilight grumbled.

"Why? Because you humiliated me!" Trixie retorted.

You know perfectly well that's not why, and I don't want to do this!

As her memory faded, she looked up fearfully. So, this was Twilight's dragon. The one she had tormented.

The dragon shook his head and yawned to wake up properly, and looked around. Then he caught sight of Trixie.

"Oh, you're awake."

So I had been asleep, Trixie grumbled to herself. Glad to know.

The dragon began to hop down the steps. Trixie backed away from the stairs until her rump hit a wall. She looked back and gasped. There was no escape now.

She clenched her eyes shut. This was how she would end. She would be slain by Twilight's dragon. How fitting it should be that she deserved this after what she had done to the Ponyvillians.

"Uh, what are you doing?" she heard a voice ask. Trixie opened an eye. The dragon was staring at her, frowning.

"Oh! Uh. . ." Trixie was lost for words. How come this dragon, the one she had taunted before, be able to approach her so calmly? But since the dragon was acting so casually, she decided to be casual about it, too.

"Um, hello!" she managed to say. "I, uh, think you already know who I am!" Trixie forced a smile.

"Of course I do," the dragon huffed. "You're the one who turned Ponyville upside down ages ago."

Trixie's smile disappeared as quickly as it had come. She sighed. "And I'm sorry for that."

"Anyways," the dragon said, "I'm Spike." He extended out his claws.

Carefully, Trixie reached out a hoof, allowing the dragon's claws to shake it.

After the claw-hoofshake, Trixie dared to ask, "Where's Twilight Sparkle? Isn't she supposed to be with you?"

"Oh, Twilight?" Spike said. "She's gone to the mayor to tell her about your arrival."

"She's gone to what?!"

"Don't worry, I'm sure it'll be fine. Twilight can get anypony out of anything."

Author's Note

Sorry this came up so late! Lot's of things have been going on:

1. My computer's been having a lot of technical difficulties, thus I have not been able to reach the goal of posting this sooner.

2. This is not the only fanfic I am working on! I am working on another fanfic unrelated to MLP, and the readers on the other were really angry I haven't been updating! It's difficult to write to stories at the same time, especially when your mom busts into the room to check how much homework you've done. If you want to read it, go to and look for the story "Bringing Back Life, Bringing Back Courage", and please review!

3. Our school has forced us all to install new apps on our computers, which allows the teachers and staff to monitor us when we are at school. So much for "security".

Will Twilight be able to tell the mayor the proper message successfully? Until the next chapter, dear readers~