My Little Trixie

Dad, it’s been a month since I last saw you.

After you made me cross that strange window I ended up in a nice grass field near an orchard full of trees with beautiful pink leaves. I hadn’t eaten in a while, so I tried to shake one of the tree to make some fruits fall, like I used to do with Mr. Balloonicorn, but a few minutes later a lady came over, and she turned out to be the owner of the orchard. I tried to escape when she found me out, but she told me that if I had nowhere to go I could stay with her for some time.

The fruits were called cherries, and they were delicious, but then another pony came to the factory; he used to frown at me whenever I picked fruits with magic. Two weeks later the kind pony told me that her husband didn’t want me to stay with them anymore unless I began working, and she didn’t want a young filly like me to work already. She gave me some golden and round items though, and showed me the way to a nearby city, Hoofington. She said that she knows a pony who owns a special house for fillies like me, and if I tell them she sent me I can stay there as long as I want.

Dad, life here isn’t so bad, but sometimes I think they’re too strict with us. Why do they scold me so loudly if I’m not in my bedroom at nine in the evening? I would get it even if they said it with a softer voice. The other ponies here are nice, and yet none of them seems to agree with me when I complain about adult ponies.

They tell me when I’ll be older I’ll be free to go wherever I want, and that one day I’ll be grateful to them for the way they’re bringing me up. But why should I? They are not kind like you, dad. They don’t hug me when I can’t sleep, they don’t reward me with an apple if I do a magic trick and they don’t stroke my mane when I’m sad.

They said the hat I’m wearing is still too big for me, but I told them you gave it to me and you would certainly feel disappointed if I wasn’t wearing it the day we’ll meet again.

I’ve made up my mind, dad: when the weather will be warmer I’ll leave this place and go north. I’ve heard there are big and beautiful cities up there, with lots of opportunies for everyone. And if I start travelling I will meet you again, sooner or later.

Dad, I’ve managed to get out of that place. The first time I got caught and scolded much more harshly than the usual. They wanted to make me cry, I’m sure, but they didn’t succeed. So I waited some more for another good occasion, and this time I was able to escape. A nice pony allowed me on his hay cart when I asked him if he could take me to Manehattan. It’s a wonderful city, but they say Canterlot it’s even more beautiful.

I thought I had seen your lucky charm, but it was much smaller, and there were many kinds, everyone with a different scent: I tried to take one who smelled like caramel, but a nearby pony suddenly started shouting at me. He explained to me that if if want one of them I must give him a Bit, that is one of the small golden items the cherry pony gave me. I didn’t know what to say, so he called me a thief and slapped me. I think he wanted to make me cry too, but I got away without doing it.

Last night I found a spot to sleep in a alley near the main street, but it was pretty cold. I didn’t cry this time either, though; I cry only when I think about you. But then I smile, because you promised me one day we’ll meet again.

Dad, yesterday I was bored, so I made a stone levitate above the street. Then I raised another one, and then another two. I made them all move in a circle, and a pony passing by threw a coin towards me, and so did another pony. I also tried to made them move in a triangle, then a square, and some others of those shapes they teached me in Hoofington. Some ponies paid me compliments for my hat, and I answered them it was a gift from you. Still, all the ponies who left coins seemed to be sad while looking at me. Perhaps they’re jealous, because they don’t have a dad like you.

Dad, today I saw Canterlot for the first time. I’ve paid with two coins the travel from Manehattan, so I could get some sleep. I like to sleep because I hope to meet you in my dreams. The pony driving the cart asked me if I was going to the city for the Summer Sun Celebration, and when I told him that I didn’t know what it was he replied that I was lucky to be there by chance, because there’s people coming from all the Kingdom to witness the Princess raising the sun. There’s a huge fun fair in Canterlot, but I didn’t want to spend too many coins on the attractions, I’d rather wait for you so we can ride them together.

I just bought one of those colorful lollipops, because they’re delicious and they remind me of your lucky charm. I’ve stayed up all night exploring the Canterlot Castle, it’s truly amazing. I’ve even met the Princess along the way, and she asked me why I was there all on my own. I told her I was waiting for my dad, even though I don’t know when we’re going to meet again. She moved her gaze up to the moon and told me something about how hard it is to stay away from your family, although it helps making you stronger; after that she gave me another lollipop.

Later, when the night was about to end and I couldn’t help but keep yawning, I heard the sound of the trumpets: a large crowd was forming in front of a stand near the castle, and above it there was the kind Princess who I had talked to earlier, so I tried to get closer to get a better view.

Like everyone, I was eager to see her raise the sun, but while she was hovering in the air towards the sky another unicorn gave me a push because she wanted to take a closer look, and made my hat fall in a puddle of mud. I didn’t want to get angry dad, but it wasn’t nice of her to ruin your gift; she started crying until her parents came to calm her down. All three of them were frowning at me, so I sticked out my tongue at her and walked away.

Now I have to go to the river to clean the hat, but I’m not envious of that purple unicorn: as a dad, you’re at least a thousand times better than hers.

Dad, today I earned almost thirty Bits doing magick tricks in the street! The inhabitants of this city are very generous, perhaps it’s due to that nice Princess. A pony who gave me two bits told me that a filly like me should go studying at the School for Gifted Unicorns, that just happens to be in the next district.

I went there, but they said even though I am the right age I cannot enter, because I should have gone to Magic Kindergarten first. I tried to impress them making some items levitate and teleporting myself across the room, but it didn’t help changing their mind. Maybe then I got a bit too much upset, and while leaving the place I knocked over a flower pot on purpose.

I saw that mean purple unicorn again: she was attending a class in the school garden together with other unicorns. Why is it they can and I cannot? I bet half of them won’t be able to teleport themselves even in ten years!

You once told me that to go ahead we’ve got to accept whatever comes our way. Now I understand, dad: it’s not like everyone hates me, I’m the one who hates everyone, and they can’t help acting the same way with me.

Dad, guess what? I’ve learned to make fireworks! It happened a month ago, when a pony who sells party supplies in the same street where I make my magic tricks asked me if I wanted to help him for a party at the castle. I accepted, because I wanted to see that dazzling place again  and maybe meet the Princess. He explained me you need two teams to make fireworks: the earth ponies craft a missile made up of an explosive powder and colorful dusts, and the unicorn make it quickly rise up to the sky, to eventually make it explode when it’s flying high enough, so that everyone in the surroundings can see it.

They’re enchanting, dad. I liked looking at the stars with you, but I wish you were here now to watch a fireworks display. This evening, after many days of practice, we’ll show off, and if everything goes well they might call us again.

Dad, I’m having a wonderful time here at the Canterlot Court. I already learned how to assemble the component parts of fireworks on my own. They say despite my age I’m the most skillful unicorn among the firework ponies, and Princess Celestia made us inaugurate the cerimony of the Grand Galloping Gala. I owe it all to you dad, had you not guided my first steps I would have never made it.

To celebrate the occasion they offered me some wine, which is some sort of aged grape juice, but it tasted awful and it made my head spin. I’ve even met the vicecaptain of the Castle guards, who happens to be a handsome and nice pony, and an unicorn like me. He said the day he’ll get promoted or married he’ll definitely call me to arrange the party. I wonder if he just said it to flatter me? Anyway, I still feel like travelling, so I’m not staying in Canterlot for a long time.

Dad, it’s been four years since I last saw you. You promised me one day I will be able to hug you again, but I wish that day was today.

I’ve spent many sleeplees nights to build my small wagon: the carpenter next to the fireworks workshop helped me. I wanted to pay him, but he refused my bits. We completed it in a single month, and I also set up a pole with a flag attached, representing my Cutie Mark. Do you know what it is? It’s a symbol that every pony finds on their flanks when they discover what their unique talent is. Mine, now I know it, is to perform magic show, and this fits perfectly with my greatest desire: travelling the whole world. I’ll be able to know lots of ponies and see many places, and one day I will finally find you.

The entertainment world is not easy. I’ve been explained a gentle attitude may get mistaken for shyness, and shyness often gets mistaken for inability.

That’s why I had to learn to raise my voice, speak in third person, talk to the crowd with a challenging tone and boast about my alleged accomplishments.

Now I am The Great and Powerful Trixie, the unicorn roaming through Equestria to amaze everypony with her incredible powers. Naturally, for you the title is still Your Little Trixie.

But the truth is, growing up my powers are getting steadier at the expense of my potential. I heard the unicorns may permanently forget a certain enchantment if they don’t constantly practice, and I can no longer draw on huge waves of energy like I used to do as a foal. But if no one cares about watching me casting stronger spells, I’m going to specialize in stage stricks. Hell, the important thing is to believe in magic.

I still have the hat, of course, and I used part of the earnings to buy a cape, giving accurate instructions to have it made with the same cloth and colors, so that they would match.

In the morning, I wake up overflow with vigor, and at sunset I work out the plans for the next day.

But then, there is the night.

At night, I move my wagon out of town, where nobody passes by, and start staring at the sky, trying to see the same constellations you pointed at me when I was younger; I usually lie down to a tree, and try to convince myself you’re hugging me tightly.

Sometimes I cry, but then I glide into a deep sleep, full of brighftul dreams.

Bye dad. I love you, wherever you are.