Redemption: original

Trixie slowly walked into a small orange and yellow striped tent that served as the carnival's managment office. Trixie had been working at the carnival for nearly a year, it payed well, the owners participated with acts of their own, and the conditions were very good, to the point that the freaks were treated no different than anybody else. (yes anybody. Dragons, hippogriffs, and griffins had acts in the Carnival as well.) However Trixie was now fairly sure that she was about to be fired. Nobody was called to the management tent durring mid travel unless something was seriously wrong. Perhaps Trixie's act had gotten very bad reviews, or maybe someone found out about that fling she had with the hippogriff Buckbeak.

Trixie took one last deep breath and entered the tent. Inside the managers sat at a lone table, well one of them sat. To Trixie's left sat an earth pony mare with a light green coat, a blue mane held in a red bandana, dull blue eyes and a cutie mark of the back of three tarot cards hovering over a crystal ball. She was known as Madame Foresight, and her fortune telling act was scary good, and acurate. She wore a dress that covered her entire body with many golden bells and rings. To the right of Foresight stood her husband, a thin, tall, snow white unicorn stallion, with a long, wild, dark blonde mane and piercing dark blue eyes. His cutie mark was of two squares that had all of their corners attached together by straight lines, it made his cutie mark appear three demensional and a little nauseating. He wore a straightjacket and a restraining mask, thus he usually stood on his hindlegs. He was known as Vendar the mad pony. Trixie had never heard Vendar speak during her time at the carnival, but supposedly he spoke to foresight to tell super accurate prophecies. Trixie wasn't sure if she believed any of it, but who was she to judge if their act was fake or not.

Foresight spoke in her deep haunting well trained voice. "Trixie, do you know why you are here?"

'Of course not' Trixie thought to herself. 'Trixie is a magician your the fortune teller.' "No."

"Trixie, Vendar has made a prophecy. You are in great danger." Foresight pulled out a single tarot card and placed it on the table. It depicted six cloaked shadowy ponies with a caption along the top.

The Hunting Wraiths

After letting Trixie look at the card for a while Foresight spoke again. "Due to the threat these hunters cause we have decided, That you cannot stay with the carnival until the threat has passed.... We are going to give you three months pay early, and we wish you the best of luck." She puled out a bag of bits and placed it in front of Trixie.

However the show mare was more concerned with the fact that six extremely dangerous wraiths were after her. "Can Trixie at least travel with you to the next town, surely the caravan guards can protect us from these six bandits, at least for a little while."

Foresight's face drooped in sadness. "Trixie... The ones that are after you are far more then a bandit.. If they were to find you among the Carnival, there would be none here who would remain breathing... I am sorry Trixie but I must protect the majority."

"Then what should Trixie do? Does Trixie go to the guard? There must be something that Trixie can do." Trixie started panicking.

"Going to the guard will only lead to their slaughter... Trixie the only thing you can do, is run." The gypsy spoke solemnly.

Trixie gulped as the situation dawned on her. "Why me?" She asked quietly.

To Trixie's astonishment Vendar spoke in a deep rough voice. "The Amulet Wraiths hunt you Trixie Lulamoon, because you were the last to wear somthing they seek. Somthing powerful. Something PRECIOUS."