Trixie Lulamoon. Showmare, storyteller and magician. Sat at a table for lunch in her -now usual- cloak. The same one as the past month. The road from her visit to that town hadn't been kind. The visit itself was …rough. However, her mother was looking better. Well cleaner anyhow. Foul insults thrown by ponies ignorant of the truth. While this scene had become normal to many of the residents, it was the exact opposite for the mare herself. Staying in one place was something she hadn't done since the rock farm. That was only because she really had no choice in the matter. Work or starve. She had no bits at the time. She had saved enough aside from that endeavor that eating a small one bit pastry with water wasn't much of an issue. But the larger issue gnawed at her very being.
She didn't feel the spark she used to. The thing deep inside that made her want to do a show every night. To lavish in ponies praises and applause. Maybe it was because she hadn't had any to lavish in for a while. Worse yet, maybe she was having a crisis or breakdown. No matter what the answer was, she still came to this little diner getting more and more depressed each day. The days of her shows and success seeming farther and farther away.
She sighed as she looked around the town. Nothing new. No spark that she could find. No inspiration even for a new story. Nothing...but a fidgety colt headed her way.
She cocked her head as she watched him approach. Once he arrived in her presence, she waited for him to speak.
"M-miss Great and Powerful Trixie?" He asked, obviously nervous for one reason or another.
"I am she. How can I help you?" She asked before a hopeful thought popped into her head. "A fan maybe?"
"Y-YES!" He answered loudly with a smile. "I'm your biggest fan and I've seen you around town but I didn't know if it was you so I kept trying to figure it out and then I just decided' "Golden. You gotta do this. Take a chance." So I came up to you and asked if-"
"Shhh." Trixie shushed the quickly rambling colt softly with a smile. "Trixie is always happy to see one of her fans." She said with a more gentle voice than even she expected.
The colt smiled and gave a cute little blush. "Thank you Miss Lulamoon."
"Oh? A fan that knows my last name? How rare. Now then, how can I help you? An autograph maybe?" She said as she leaned in a bit to get more eye level with him.
"Oh, that'd be swell! But... I don't have any paper...,” the colt said as his ears folded down but quickly perked back up as he shook his head. "But that's not why I came by." He said. A smile back on his face.
"Oh? Do tell." She said, honestly curious. It wasn't often that a fan came by and didn't exclusively want an autograph. She was a little saddened by that fact and in response, her mind came up with an idea. With a quick flash of magic, hidden as it was by the tablecloth as her horn was by her hood her plan began while the colt began to explain.
"Well. I wanted to thank you." He said, catching Trixie off guard. But before Trixie could question the colt he continued, perhaps emboldened by how far he had gotten in talking with her. "I want to thank you because before I saw your show I was always bored during magic classes. I always thought, "What's the point? We will all learn it eventually and even then, we can't all do too much with it. Levitation. Ooo. Just like every other unicorn." But then you showed up. And you had so many awesome tricks! I ran home and started looking through all my schoolbooks. None of them had your spells in them." He explained as his energy levels seem to begin to grow.
"Of course not. Trixie's fireworks are a spell I created myself." She said with a proud smile. 'When was the last time I smiled like this?' She wondered. It had been a while since she was able to be openly proud without heckling. It felt good.
"Whoa! That's awesome!" He exclaimed with a bounce. "That's what I'm talking about too! There are so many awesome spells out there that the school doesn't teach because it thinks, "we can't handle it." But they don't know what we can and can't do! I'll prove them wrong and learn a bunch of awesome magic like yours and one day I'll travel around Equestria with my own magic show!" He said with stars in his eyes. His young mind already imagining himself as the next Starswirl while on stage amazing millions.
Trixie could feel a pride welling up inside her. But not the same pride she usually felt. It wasn't pride in her abilities and being better than those around her were. It was pride in what she had caused. This little colt had found a love in magic. Something she had done herself along with her stories she would create. Then with the use of magic to create illusions to wow her mom thinking that maybe one would be so good that she would be able to get out of bed and remember her name. Her reasons may not have been as innocent and later on her need for attention and fame made sure they weren't as pure but this colt was finding something he loved and it was thanks to her.
Trixie put on her trademark smirk and summoned her hat and cape. At the same time sending her cloak back to her hidden cart. "So it looks like I may be having some competition, eh? Well train hard young one. You have a long way to go before you reach the level of the GREAT AND POWERFUL TRRRRIXIE!" She shouted, punctuating herself with a flash of her horn and bigger flashes of fireworks in the sky. Sure, they were hard to see in the daytime but the way they shimmered in the sun's rays made it almost half as impressive.
"Train well and train hard! The great and powerful Trixie has shows to give and ponies to awe." She said, continuing to use her loud stage voice. She lightly taps him on the head. "Trixie has left her mark of potential on you. The powers that govern magic and give it to only the most magical and powerful of unicorns will be eagerly watching your advancement." She said before standing. "But now I must be off. Might I have your name before I leave little colt?"
He does a little hop of pure excitement as Trixie is fully into her character as though the past few months never happened. "Golden Dawn!"
"Then I bid you farewell potential having and upcoming Golden Dawn. Goodbye!" With that last shout, she smashed her hooves to the ground and at that time, a large smokescreen appears. Once it dissipated, Trixie is nowhere to be seen. In her place in an angry manager.
“Curse that mare.” The manager grumbled. “This is the third time this week she's run off." He growled. "I'll get her tomorrow." He said, sure of himself as he hit the table Trixie had been sitting at and walked off. He hadn't noticed the colt with a pure look of amazement sitting next to it.
When the manager hit the table little Golden finally shook out of his trance. "Wow." He said simply. Before he left he felt something brush against his hoof. He looked down and gasped. Now in his possession was an autographed picture of Trixie that seemed to have come from under her table. After a quick look under to see if there were more he grabbed the paper in his still somewhat weak magic and ran off to home. Not knowing that he had just given the very mare he admired a reason to perform again.
Author's Note
If you see any issues with my tense please tell me. I have a horrid little habit I've developed of switching tense at random intervals.
