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November Rain

Rain poured down from the sky, soaking the poor phony pony, Trixie. With her pale, cornflower blue mane and tail soaked by the drab downpour, she sobbed in her self-pity. Her whole life was ruined, all because of a simple mishap. She had been building her life up from the start, and for the most part, was doing splendid. Then that monster attacked, and all she could do was flee town. All her work, all her determination to try and stage herself as great and powerful was now ruined, and fate spat in her face as though she were the ground everypony walked on.

“So, Trixie… what now?” she asked herself out loud. “You have no caravan, no home, no bits… and no way out of the horrible spot you find yourself in. how will you live?” Her head rose up to look out in the direction of her trail and saw a tree filled with thick branches and leaves that stopped the rain a little. “Well… better than nothing I suppose.”

As she entered, her body felt cold. Her mane and tail was ruined thanks to the water, and all she could do was weep. If she ever got the chance to try and earn back her life, it wouldn’t be anytime soon. “So this is it?” she asked herself. “The rain will wash away everything you have and leave you to sit in the mud.” Little drips hit her head and shoulders. Liquid dismally slid down her chest making her shiver from the freezing air. Tears were the next thing to drip upon her. They came slowly, but soon poured in long strands, intersecting each other and connecting as they coasted. All the while, she just stayed under that tree, unable to think of any way possible to recover from this devastation she found herself in. her hooves, muddy with soil, planted themselves firmly in the dirt, tears drifting down. As she slowly lowered herself, giving up hope for this bad dream to end, and for her to wake up in her bed with the cape and hat hanging on their hinges above her, she heard a voice; faint and unnoticeable at first, but gradually increasing with volume. She recognized the vocals, and realized they belonged to Twilight. It came from behind the tree, and soon, the clip clop of her hooves stopped.

“Come on Twilight. Let’s just go.” Spike said. They had yet to realize Trixie’s presence to be from the other side of the tree they stood under, and this was fine. Trixie lay there, not even wanting to be found by the mare she envied now more than ever. Her chin rested motionless in the mud with water streaming down her cheeks and not just from the rain, but from her eyes as well. The salty tears mixed with the murky aqua, and formed clay under her heavy mind, tainting the fur on her neck.

“No spike! We need to find her.” Twilight’s voice was determined, but Trixie’s motivation was extremely damaged making her wish to be undetectable. “Trixie!” Twilight called. “Trixie, where are you?!” Her voice was scared, and told the blue coated mare she desperately desired her whereabouts but no matter what, Trixie wasn’t revealing herself to the mare. All she wanted right now was for them to go away. Just before She heard Twilight begin to trot off, Trixie noticed her say “We need to find her. If we don’t, I’d never forgive myself if she got injured.”

Trixie was a little stunned by that statement, but decided to ignore it. As she stayed under the tree, rain clapping at her solitude, her thoughts trailed off to her childhood. Her uncle, known as Cheap Trick would always amaze her, and play with the filly, but as he passed away from brain cancer, her whole world fell apart. He was saving up for her to join magic school, but with his untimely death, the bits he left her just wasn’t enough. So, she spent it on the caravan, and used most of his tricks and props for her magic shows. She was doing great, and was almost ready to pay admission fees, but with the incident that occurred in Ponyville, all those hopes and dreams she had been looking forward to were now far out of reach. Everything her heart desired was now gone and dead. The mare lifted her head and looked at the lines of dense rain that fell to the ground. Her tears still poured, and all she really wanted was to learn magic. The mare swallowed and admitted “I’ll never have what I want… and I know the world hates me. All the ponies hate me, big and small. What am I supposed to do without magic? I’m a unicorn, but my talents are horrible. I can barely control a twine of rope, and here I thought I was so close… Now look where I am. In the mud with no bits, no shelter... Nothing!” Her head drooped and stared at her choked up reflection in the small puddle. Her face was dirty, and her once glossy hair was now raggedy and ruined. She looked horrible, but it was nothing compared to the feeling she had. Heartbroken and desperate for help, her whole mentality was in the gutters, and it was all thanks to one mess up. All this exhausted mare wanted was to improve herself, but instead she ended up destitute.

“Will I ever get a break in life?” she asked herself, still in a fit of misery. “Will I ever be pulled out of this rut I find myself in? I want, so bad to use magic respectfully, but instead… I can’t even do anything right! I’m worthless, arrogant and homeless! What am I to do? Just… die like my uncle? I don’t want that!” As she collapsed to the dreary ground, she wished somepony; anypony would save her from this nightmare. With no light shining through the clouds of this day, she trotted onward in search for Celestia only knows what.