Foalish Ambitions

Trixie awoke from her impromptu coma to the sound of a gentle melody coming from beyond her room. She could here a soft voice singing along with the melancholic music. Trixie slowly rose from her bed and walked to the door at the back of her room. She slowly and quietly pushed open the door, not wanting to disturb the beautiful symphony she heard. She gazed in on a lone pony sitting in a chair singing into the midnight air.

The singer slowly playing the violin, its bow dancing in the moonlight. Her voice was like sorrows messenger, holding a secret pain that brought tears to Trixies eyes. She listened in pained awe to the moonlight serenade

"Screaming and bleeding, still you won't see me
My kingdom for a sister, A prison for a home.
I'm sorry for the what I've become.
No happiness can overcome,
This pain and agony,
That's locked inside of me.
Where'd you go?
I've missed you so,
Please come baaaaack home."

The bow slowly slide to a halt and the player slumped over, her shoulders heaving. Trixie let the tears come freely now, her own pain reflected in the ponies song. Memories of her home came flooding back to her in a painful wave. Her mother kissing her goodbye and her father hugging her for the last time. Trying bravely to hide his tears. Those lonely days on the cold road with no pony to call her own. The life she had built over the years destroyed in a single night.

For the first time in Trixies life, she didn't feel so great and powerful. She wrapped her hooves around herself and leaned against the soft white oak door. The realization of the past few days became to much to bare. She slowly slide to the floor unable to stand.

"I deserve this." She moaned softly." I'm such a foal...."

She began to sob even harder wanting nothing more than to be home, or at least somewhere, she could call home.
"No one cares about how great or powerful you are." Trixie muttered into her hooves, "who could love me anyway? I'm nopony...."

"You're somepony to me..." Came a voice interrupting Trixies self-pity.

Trixie looked up from her hooves and looked to where the violinist sat, now facing her. Her beautiful violet eyes swam in the darkness staring at Trixie. She slowly rose and made her way over to Trixie, her hooves never making a sound. She glided through the darkness, her aura seeming to shimmer like a shadow. She was both the most beautiful and terrifying thing Trixie had ever seen.

"I have watched you for sometime now, Trixie." The shade fixed Trixie in her unwavering stare." I know how you must feel..."

"How could you possible know how The Great and Powerful Trixie feels?" Her ego stung by the sudden pity. She mentally kicked herself for using her stage persona, especially after everything it had put her through. She knew she was making a bad first impression, but old habits die hard.

The other pony fixed her in a cold stare, causing Trixie to shudder. Her eyes held a depth of pain and sadness that terrified Trixie. She was the embodiment of death and desolation itself. Trixie shrank under the other pony gaze, as if stricken.

"I'm sorry..." Trixie apologized meekly, on the verge of tears again. I've gone and bucked things up again, she thought to herself sadly. Suddenly, she felt a gentle pressure on her head. The mystery pony had leaned over and was kissing her brow. The curtains shifted in the midnight air letting a sliver of moonlight spill across the room, illuminating a very motherly Twilight Sparkle.

Twilight leaned back and gave Trixie a look of utter sympathy and caring. Trixie stared at her in a mix of horror and confusion.

"I know all to well." Twilight whispered, smiling tenderly.

"I...how....you....what?"was about all Trixie could muster. Here sat her mortal enemy showing her a kindness she had never experienced from any other pony. She didn't no wither to scream at Twilight or hug her.

"I'm so very sorry about what happened," Twilight said tears forming in her eyes. "I never meant to hurt you."

"No I'm the one who's sorry," she sighed.
" I knew what I was doing was risky and I knew somepony might get hurt. I just....I was jealous of you Twilight Sparkle."

Twilight blinked in confusion. Trixie continued with her apology.

"You are the most powerful pony I have ever seen and you are loved by everypony you meet. You hold special place in both Celestia and Luna's hearts. I envy your closeness with them and how weak I am compared to you. I'm sorry, causing the trouble I did. I'm so petty and foalish."

Her chin quivered and her eyes filled with tears. She knew her words meant little, but it was all she had left to give anymore. She looked at Twilight and realized something startling. Twilight was smiling at her.

Twilight leaned in and hugged Trixie tightly. Trixie lifted her own hooves and hugged back enjoying the closeness.

"All is forgiven, Trixie." Twilight whispered." Can we just be friends now, please?"

Trixie laughed in relief. "There is nothing I could want more." She replied happily.

"Well there's my little trouble maker. I hope you playing nice?" Spoke a voice that made both ponies jump.

"Your highness" Trixie gasped bowing quickly. Luna just smiled and walked over to the two mares.

"I see you two made up." Luna laughed.

"Yes, we did indeed." Twilight replied smiling.

"So how are you Trixie? Did you sleep well?" Luna inquired merrily.

"Well...I um...yes?"she had gotten a bad case of the Fluttershy syndrome, as a flashback of the days morning swept across her mind.

"Yes?"Luna asked.

Trixie composed herself quickly and replied,"I'm fine. Thank you for asking Your Highness."

"Oh, I think we can dispense with the formalities, we are far past that..."Luna winked at Trixie. Trixie blushed scarlet and Twilight giggled.

"Spikes waiting for me downstairs, so I must bid you both adué," Twilight announced to Trixies horror." Goodnight Luna and Goodnight Trixie."

Trixie followed Twilight with here eyes, until the door shut her from view. She then looked to Luna who was gazing at her intently.

"Alone at last..." Luna smirked. "Now the fun begins."

Trixies eyes went wide like a scared lamb and she gulped. What had she gotten herself into?

(Now I will end it here for the moment. This is where you the reader get to decide the story. Clop or no clop? I rated this mature, but that can be changed easily. The choice is yours.)