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Post by Trixie Lulamoon on Jun 1, 2014 19:44:00 GMT -6
Trixie grumbled to herself a series of phrases that were not meant to be said in public. Of course, she could have yelled it out with a megaphone for all the audience in front of her seemed to care. In fact, she couldn’t even call this…this “crowd” an audience for the complete and utter lack of attention they were giving her. Her eyes scanned the crowd for any sign that somepony, anypony was actually looking at her, but all she was met with was a colorful display of the back of everypony’s head.
”Okay, fine, make the Great and Powerful Trixie work for it. But after this next trick you’ll never want to take your eyes off Trixie ever again!”
Spreading her legs apart just enough to brace herself, Trixie took a deep breath as she channeled every last bit of magic she could draw upon into her horn. Soon it began to brightly glow with the pale blue aura of the unicorn mare, whose eyes were closed in absolute concentration. Her mind wracked itself for something big, something that just simply could not be ignored.
Several seconds later, Trixie herself began to glow as the illusion took place. Of course, to the onlookers it would look more as if Trixie was getting bigger, bulkier, and hairier as her equine form shifted into something a ursine. The sparkly dust design of her cutie mark began to shift and grow to cover the growing body, the small sparkles growing and twinkling like little stars against the darkening blue fur. Of course, the real Trixie was simply hiding within the illusion’s dark colors, which also kept her from seeing the audience as well. She doubted that the illusionary nature would be that much of a comfort when the sudden roar of an Ursa Minor echoed throughout the town square.
Exhausted but horn still glowing as she kept up the illusion, Trixie waited patiently but panting for her favorite sound in the entire world; applause. When a moment of silence passed, she thought that the crowd had simply been stunned into silence. The sudden roar of laughter, however, made Trixie a little less certain that she was getting the positive reaction she wanted.
“Hey look, we got another Ursa to ‘vanquish,’” a stallion yelled out in between fits of laughter.
“Yeah, and maybe this time it will stay out of town,” a mare’s voice added.
As the illusion faded, Trixie not wanting to waste the magic on the ungrateful naysayers, she could see the real target of the audience’s attention. It just had to be that lavender coated unicorn Twilight Sparkle. She was just sitting at a table eating an oatburger in apparently the messiest way possible, but if you went off of the looks of awe in her direction she was Princess Celestia herself.
Trixie grinded her teeth in annoyance before turning her attention to the hecklers, but only after taking a deep breath to regain composure.
”Oh ha ha, Trixie gets it. Trixie failed to beat an Ursa Minor and ran out of town, so let’s throw that back in her face,”she said with a roll of her eyes,”But unfortunately for you, the Great and Powerful Trixie has gotten over that incident and…hey, why aren’t you listening to Trixie!”
The crowd had turned back to Twilight, who was blissfully unaware of the attention she was getting as she levitated a soda for a drink. Trixie’s small outburst caught the attention of a stallion, who turned to Trixie with a shrug.
“Eh, you got boring again. Why watch some half-bit conpony like you when we got somepony like her,” he said, motioning to Twilight, still enjoying her soda.
”…All she’s doing is drinking a soda! What’s so great and powerful about that!?” Trixie said, pressing a foreleg onto her forehead in hopes of relieving her growing headache.
“Well darling, to you it may just be ‘enjoying a soda,’ but to us it’s the Element of Magic, the personal student of the Princess, enjoying a soda,” some white coated unicorn with way too curly a mane responded,”Such grace, such refinement, such poise! A ratty old showmare like yourself simply doesn’t have the elegance to understand.”
Trixie looked up at Twilight, still covered all over her face with ketchup, then gave a look of disbelief at the mare.
”She’s covered in ketchup from head to hoof!”
But apparently at this time the crowd had turned back to admiring Twilight, who apparently had moved on from the soda to enjoying her fries. Trixie continued to yell out at the crowd, but the more she did the more obvious it was that they decided to ignore her. She yelled, shouted, insulted, and even pushed several ponies, but they were all simply too enraptured with Twilight to apparently care. Finally, having enough of it, Trixie stomped her hoof so hard to leave a crack in her stage.
”Fine! Keep your precious Twilight. So what if she’s the personal student of the princess and Trixie barely passed magic school,”she shouted, her voice starting to waver,”A-and who cares if she’s the Element of Magic can stop an Ursa Minor all by herself. T-Trixie’s….Trixie’s…”
A half-bit conpony
A ratty old showmare
”T-Trixie’s a nopony…” she finished, the anger gone and replaced by a steady stream of tears.
Who was she to try and compete with Twilight Sparkle in the first place? Trixie wasn’t an Element of Harmony. Trixie wasn’t the personal student of the princess. Trixie wasn’t a magical prodigy that could defeat an Ursa Minor all by herself as if it was nothing.
From Trixie’s perspective it seemed that the whole world was turning gray and quiet, her hat sagging alongside her head as she slowly made her way off the stage. To the rest of the audience, however, the world was as bright and vibrant and ever. All that had changed was the annoying noises coming from the stage behind them gone, the mare completely disappeared from sight,leaving only red-diamond patterned curtains blowing in the wind.
