Diary of The (Not So) Great and Powerful Trixie

by Mitslits

Rating: everyone
Tags: Trixie, Random, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1425

What was Trixie's life like before and after Ponyville?

Just something that I'm gonna add to when I don't feel like working on my 'real' stories. What was Trixie's life like before and after Ponyville? What are her real thoughts on the Mane 6? Things she only tells to her diary...

Published 2012-07-22 03:04:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-22 03:04:02 UTC

Entry #1

Dear Diary,
I love you already. Wanna know why? Mommy gave you to me. She told me it might help later on. I don't know what that means yet, but I hope I will someday. Anyway, I love Mommy SO much, I couldn't hate anything she gave me. She is so amazingly beautiful. First we start off with introductions. You are a diary. A blank book filled with pages and pages all for me to fill up. Now that I know who you are, it's only fair you know who I am. I am the soon to be Great and Powerful Trixie! I'm not old enough to be really Great or Powerful yet, but I will be someday. Mommy wants me to be her little star, so I have decided to shine as bright as I possibly can. Oh, I completely forgot to tell you what I look like. I'm a little blue filly with an ice blue mane and tail. My Mommy is the greatest because she is so sweet and kind and smart and beautiful and my Daddy is the bestest because he is big and strong and handsome. I don't know exactly what handsome means, but Mommy told me that it was a good thing and nothing my Daddy does is bad. I want my Cutie Mark SO badly. Cutie Marks are SO important. Every filly wants one, and me most of all. I can't wait to see what it will be! I'm hoping for something related to magic, but there is just one problem. I'm no good at magic. Mommy's cutie mark is a swirl of stars with a spark at the middle and it is too pretty to imagine. Daddy's cutie mark is just a plow with a bunch of dirt, 'cause he's just an earth pony, but it looks good on him. Mommy and me are both unicorns. She says that she and Daddy were both really happy when they found out I was going to be a unicorn too. She always wanted a little filly to teach magic too. Mommy's sick right now, but once she gets better, she's gonna teach me how to use my magic and help me get my Cutie Mark! Daddy says she has a disease. I don't know what kind exactly, but she has to stay in the hospital for a long time. She got to come home a couple of months ago, but she had to leave almost as soon as she got back. You, Diary, live on a shelf in my bedroom. Mommy, Daddy, and me all live in a big house near the edge of a place called Canterlot. Canterlot is the place where Princess Celestia and Princess Luna live! Mommy says we are really lucky that we live so close to royalty, but I don't think so. There's ponies coming by all the time, and they don't help me get my beauty sleep. Plus, I haven't even gotten to meet them. Someday, though, I will. Someday I want to be a show pony and perform only for the princesses. Lots of show unicorns come by and do cool tricks with their magic, and I watch them all the time. By now, I know all their tricks. I just can't do them. Mommy used to be a show pony, until she got sick. She always loved performing. In fact, she met Daddy by doing tricks. He came up after one of her shows and asked her how she did some of her cool stuff. Mommy just said that a magician never reveals her secrets. They eventually got married and moved near Canterlot. Mommy used to live in a place called Baltimare, but not anymore. Mommy had me soon after she and Daddy got married. Then she got sick. So sick she had to go to the hospital. That was when I was really, really young though. Now I'm a whole year old! I visit Mommy every day in the hospital and I hope she'll get better soon. Mommy and Daddy both say it wasn't my fault, but I don't believe them. I feel bad every day, and someday when I learn magic, I will make sure that I can make her better. But, anyway, I have to go now. Mommy is expecting a visit. G'bye now, Diary.

Entry #2

Dear Diary,
Mommy hasn't gotten any better, so I still go to visit her every day. When I go, we usually snuggle up and talk, but lately Mommy hasn't seemed to want to talk as much. Her voice sounds like it hurts her, so I try and make sure she doesn't have to use it much so she doesn't feel any pain. Mommy swears that it doesn't hurt her and that she loves talking to me, even if did hurt her, but still. It's been two weeks since I wrote in here. Daddy told me yesterday that if Mommy doesn't start teaching me magic soon, I'll have to go to magic kindergarten. He says I'll have to go there if I ever want to perform for the princesses or in front of anyone for that matter, but it sounds so scary. A bunch of fillies and colts, all watching me. And me failing. My horn can't even get up a good glow yet. Mommy said that a good glow is essential to successful magic. So today, at my hospital visit, I asked Mommy to teach me how to lift a rock. I know that's one of the first things they teach you in magic kindergarten. I figured if I could do that and show Daddy, he would be convinced that I could learn and wouldn't put me into Magic Kindergarten. Mommy told me to get a rock, so I went outside and found a really pretty one. It was dark purple, like her, and it had silver-blue swirls, like me. I thought that it was like the two of us together and it made me really happy that I found it. Then I brought it back to Mommy, a big smile on face because of the pretty rock. But when I peeked into the door, she looked sad as if she had been crying, but then she saw me and got happy again. But I don't think she was really happy. I didn't ask her why she was sad. I kind of didn't want to know. So I put the rock down near her and looked at her. Mommy told me that it was as pretty as me and then she pulled me close and stroked my mane. I felt something wet drip onto my mane, but when I looked up, her face was turned away so I couldn't see her. Then she turned to me, a smile on her face and she glanced at the rock. She told me to concentrate really hard, and to picture the rock lifting in my head. I tried, but it didn't work. I stared at it so hard, I thought my eyes would pop out of my head, but still nothing happened. Then Mommy told me to close my eyes and try again. So I did. I tried really, really hard, and I pictured it in my head, but nothing happened. I felt so disappointed I almost cried, but I remembered that Mommy was already sad, so I didn't. I knew my crying would make everything worse, so I got angry instead. Not angry enough to do anything, but mad enough to not cry. Mommy told me we could try again tomorrow, but I'm too scared to try again. I left the rock at her bedside, because I couldn't bring myself to look at my failure again. I've tried practicing here at home, but it's even worse without Mommy telling me how to do it. I got a regular dull gray stone to practice with, but that didn't help at all. If anything, it made it worse. I am even more scared of going to magic kindergarten now that I know I can't do anything with my magic. Except lift a quill to write. But that's even easier than lifting a rock! It takes practically no effort at all. Oh, and I can turn a page in a book too, but it's really hard, so I usually just use my hooves. But turning a page is STILL easier than lifting a rock. I'm getting really sleepy cause it's a little past my bedtime, so I'd better stop writing. G'night Diary.