Abut thirty years before Twilight Sparkle was crowned the third Princess of Equestria, a small band of travelling performers entertained the thin boundaries between Equestria and the neigh-boring lands. With fire-dancers, magicians, trapeze artists and the best darn circus the border towns had ever seen, it was a well-off little business.

But a young Pegasus filly, adopted from the roadside, still dreams of something more.

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Art by me, so permission is automatically given.

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** This story was written when I was 15, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **