Be Careful What You Wish For...
Trixie woke up for the fourth time that night. Sitting up and lifting a cracked mirror up to her face, she wondered why she even bothered anymore.
It isn't like anypony cares...
Groggily lifting herself out of bed, onto the rickety floor, she plodded over to the creaky door and slowly pushed it open, letting the crisp night air toy with her untidy mane. After standing in the doorway for a moment, Trixie abandoned all thoughts of attempting to get more sleep and walked towards a nearby tree.
Behind her, a few hills over, was a small village, covered in that blanket of darkness just after midnight that seemed so tangible. On all other sides stretched a deep forest, thick with trees. She made it to the nearest tree and threw herself into a sitting position, with her back against the smooth brown trunk.
The moon and stars, the only things that have followed me all this time...
Trixie lifted her gaze to the heavens, and immediately pinpointed her favorite constellations, among them the only one that she knew next to nothing about.
Cassiopeia... The only constellation that I do not know...
Suddenly, a comet streaked past the constellation. Trixie marveled at it's bright glow, but it disappeared all too soon. It reminded her of her own career. It had shone brightly for a moment, but it faded so quickly that it was tough to time how long it was there. One thing often leads to another, and she thought about exactly what had made her career so similar to that celestial body.
It's not like any of it matters anymore... What use are shooting stars anyway? They simply streak across the shy, to disappear a few... Exactly what use ARE comets?
The thin blue mare quickly returned to her small vehicle and returned with a small, poorly cared for book. She had been reading for it's fascinating, if fanciful, magical lore, but she began to wonder if a tale that she had recently read may have more truth to it than she originally thought.
Well, I suppose that I'm open to anything at this point...
Trixie quickly flipped to the chapter on shooting stars, which noted an arcane artifact that would allow the user to utilize the power of a comet to grant one wish. There was a poem describing how to make use of it's power.
In the midst of darkest night,
before the glow of morning light,
hold the Lunar Stone tight,
and wish with all your might.
It may be far fetched, but I don't have any other options...
Continuing, she found the next page smudged and unreadable, except for the location. It was apparently near the birthplace of the pony who is attuned to the powers of the moon and stars. Looking at her flank, the mare with a cutie mark of a wand and crescent moon knew where she needed to go. As the sun poked it's way over the hills, Trixie began preparations.
There should be enough to last the trip if I'm careful.
Fashioning her cape into a more practical traveling cloak, she applied spells to it and her hat for temperature protection and went to check the wheels of her old wagon. Though they weren't in the best condition, a bit of magic had the whole thing going, and though it wasn't the smoothest ride, it would work. Feeling confident, she used a title that she hadn't said in months.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie Lulamoon is about to change her life around!"
