Author's Note

I am not finished but i wanted your opinion fellow viewers... leave a comment weather you liked the story and possibly something to change or add. i will read through it all and add what i like and i will personally thank you. Have a nice day and i hope to see what you think. Oh and there will be a chapter 3...maybe, i need people to say they want one so i can put it in my already very busy calendar. Thanks.

%2% Unearthing The Past

Some things are better left unspoken to forever dwell in the inhabitants mind and flourish with the fruits of imagination. Some things are better to be let free than to keep locked up like a bird in a cage only dreaming to fly away.

Her whole life she felt this way; she felt if she left it unspoken, things would be better but it only made things worse. Soon did she realize that letting things go to be free not only helps the mind but later comes back to affect it once more.

To Trixie, this is all too real.

When Trixie was a filly in magic school, ponies would laugh at her and make her cry and though she silently screamed inside, it was not enough to stop the demons from over taking her and creating a monster.

When she trusted some and told them secret, the pony would then go and tell more ponies that exact same secret and like a wildfire that burns a forest down, every pony knew her secret and that just added to the flame's that grew inside her.

Trixie would hate to go to school often saying she was sick or hide the day just to get away from it all. For most of her child hood, she was alone with her thoughts and imagination.

She thought some pony would one day stick up for her and protect her with open arms, to save her from her own demon's bit it never happened.

One day she had been especially teased and bullied to the point where she was hit, later that day she contemplated suicide and wondered.

She wondered who would care if she gave up on the world she was in and was forced to call home. She wanted to quit and give up, but she didn't. Instead of quitting, little Trixie grew smarter and managed to outwit the bullies even.

No pony saved Trixie from her demons, only herself came to her aid and soon, she became self-dependent.

Now the Trixie we know is a show pony who cares for all the little foals, including the outcasts. She helped them realize the good in living and taught them tricks that help her when she was young.

She finally became something to look up to and she did, she idolized herself and no pony else for if she had let the barriers down once more.

She would not want to see what would happen to her and what’s left of her broken sanity.

She loved to spread cheer by using magic and by even her voice itself was a tool at her disposal, to use on her own free will. And that’s how Trixie became the pony we love and respect today.

Trixie loved the world for its beauty and mystery encased with a smooth crust coated with green, She loved the way the forests grew and the wind blowing in a breeze. She found serenity in the silence of the world and used this found emptiness to gather her ideas, her idea's on how to make people happy and most importantly, idea's on how to make herself happy.

Trixie walked with an empty mind and a dirty conscious that reminded her silent mind what she had done, or just simply witnessed. Trixie in the silence could gather her thoughts and be at peace with both the good, and the bad in her life.

Some times are tough for Trixie to get passed but she prevails slowly but surly.

Trixie once had written a diary to what was going on in her life but ended it quickly for what she experienced put onto paper is sometimes to hard to let back in, to feel the moment further with every word on the page.

Trixie ended up losing not only her diary in a house fire but her father as well. She dare not talk about him but also keeps his spirit alive with songs on his birthday by the grave and talking to him about whats new in her life.

Empty, that's how Trixie felt sometimes in her life when it seemed only the bad came and the good never followed through.

Trixie was a show pony for the last thing she remembered her father say to her was to become a show pony like her father. Trixie actually really liked it to! she loved the smiles of the children and the places she got to visit even if the ponies weren't as nice there.

She never got attached to any pony for she did not want to have to say goodbye. Trixie hated goodbye's most of all for it means a see you till next time and most of the time, that was not the case. But still Trixie pressed on.

Trixie loves the rain, to hear the pitter patter it makes on the ground as it falls from the heaven's giving everything life. She would fall asleep listening to it's peaceful sounds and sometimes even go outside and sleep in the rain just to listen.

Her father had once told Trixie that if he left and was gone forever, listen to the wind for it carried his voice and name throughout time. She had loved her father very much and she couldn't bare his death and having to be the soul to carry on with her.

But she felt the need to for it was her father and he was a good man. He took care of Trixie growing up, she could never remember a mother ever being in her life at all.

Confused she had tried to find answers but came up blank every time.

Through all of this in her life, she presses on.

Not for her own benefit's. She pressed on for the other ponies that needed her, all the sweet fillies and colt's in the hospitals and orphanage's.

That's why she did it. That, and that alone. Is what keeps Trixie fighting to overcome her feeling today and move on.