Dear Princess Celestia,
I have recently learnt a very important lesson on the
subject of friendship, however this letter includes not only
this latest lesson, but also a request I wish to make of you
on behalf of one my newest friends. You may know her as ‘The
Great and Powerful Trixie’; magician, performer and famous
showpony. Before, I ask so much of you, however, I think you
need to know and understand the events that led not only to
this most imposing of appeals, but also to her becoming one
of my closest and most treasured friends.
Before anything else, I must tell you of how I first
met Trixie. I understand you probably know of the Ursa Minor
attack on Ponyville quite a while ago, and may have heard of
Trixie’s involvement (or lack of) in its safe return to the
Everfree Forest. Then, I, like many other ponies, found her
self-obsessed, standoffish and, put bluntly, rather annoying
Now I shall skip ahead to a few weeks ago, when she
returned to Ponyville.
I was out buying food in town when a huge burst of
smoke appeared in front of me. When it cleared, before me
stood the pony in question. I must mention that even then
something seemed off about her. Maybe her cloak seemed a
little patchy, her hat a little frayed, I’m not sure. Despite
this, she still seemed as proud and self-assured as she had
the last time we had met.
"Twilight Sparkle! I have returned!", she said.
"Uh…yeah, hi. What’re you doing back in Ponyville?"
"Is it not obvious, Twilight? I am here to challenge
you to a duel!”
The crowd which had by now surrounded the two of us
let out a loud (and rather melodramatic) gasp, and I’m pretty
sure I could hear somepony (probably Lily) pretending to
faint. Suddenly out of nowhere came Pinkie Pie.
"Oh my gosh! A duel?!", she yelled, as normal, at the
top of her voice, “It sounds so dangerous, yet so exciting!”
"Twilight, what kind of magic are ya gonna use to win?"
"Oh! Oh! I know!"
"How ‘bout starting with little shots like"
"pew! pew! pew!, then a great big-"
"PINKIE I’M NOT DUELLING TRIXIE!"
There was silence. Broken of course by Pinkie.
"You’re not?", she asked, "Why not?"
"Obviously she is far too afraid of the power of the
Great and Powerful Trixie to accept the challenge, as she
knows she would be defeated in an instant!”, Trixie said.
"Ha! Yeah right! Twilight could beat you with five
hooves tied behind her back!”, Pinkie retorted.
"Oh? Then prove it! Be at Starlight Hill at noon and
we shall see who is the more powerful and talented unicorn
pony!”, Trixie declared, then disappeared in a puff of smoke.
The crowds around us began to disperse, some ponies
giving encouragement, others apparently taking bets on who
"Wow, she needs to use less exclamation marks,
"Pinkie! What did you do that for?!", I yelled,
shaking the pony frantically.
"Comic effect? What? She uses way too many-
"Not that! Why did you say all that?! I’m not gonna
fight another pony!”
"Fighting? Who said anything about fighting?", she
asked, totally blank.
"Pinkie, that what duel means! A duel is a fight!
Trixie wants to fight me at midday on the hill!”
A look of sudden realisation lit up Pinkie’s eyes.
"What do you mean ‘oh’?! What did you think it
"So that’s why everyone was so dramaticky! I thought
it was a contest or something…like a bake-off or who can do
the pony-pokey the longest.”
"Well whatever. I’m not going to go to Starlight Hill
at all. Trixie can think I’m a coward if she wants, but I
I turned to go home. Pinkie being Pinkie, she bounded
alongside me all the way back to the library, trying to
convince me to go and stand up to Trixie. When we eventually
returned there, I quickly shut the door on her. I know it was
rude, but I really couldn’t stand any more or her ‘rousing’
and ‘inspirational’ speeches.
For the next couple of hours, I did some chores -
repaired damaged books, rearranged the books on the shelves,
woke Spike up from his midmorning nap to help carry books
around - until just before midday, when I heard somepony
knocking at the door. I went to open it, and was immediately
dragged out and along the road by Rarity and Rainbow Dash of
"Guys! What are you doing? If you wanted to go
somewhere, you could’ve just asked”, I said.
"yeah…something tells me you would’ve said no if
you knew where we’re taking you”, Rainbow Dash said,
"Considering all the trouble Pinkie took flying her balloon
all over Ponyville to find me and get my help.”
"What? Pinkie…? This is about Trixie, isn’t it"
"Well whatever else did you think we would be
dragging you to the other side of Ponyville for, darling?”,
Rarity said, “Now when we get there, make sure to wipe the
floor with her for ruining my beautiful mane!”
"Guys, I already told Pinkie; I’m. Not. Fighting.
"Twilight, you once caused a Ponyville-wide riot over
a stuffed toy! How can you refuse to one magic-off against
your own arch-nemesis?”, Rainbow asked.
"That was different, I never meant- wait, arch-
nemesis?! She’s not my nemesis!”
I sighed. I had tried struggling, and teleporting
would probably hurt my friends rather badly, severely
singeing them at the very least. I gave up and let them drag
me the rest of the way to Starlight Hill.
We arrived just after midday, by which time a
sizeable crowd had formed. Rarity and Rainbow Dash dragged me
through the crowd and dumped me in a circle in the middle,
which was empty except for myself and Trixie.
"I see you finally decided to show up, Twilight
Sparkle”, she said.
"Look, Trixie, can’t we just-"
"Mares and Gentlecolts! Watch in amazement as the
Great and Powerful Trixie beats the horseshoes off of your
precious Twilight Sparkle in a contest of power, skill and
feats of incredible magic never before seen by anypony!”, she
announced to the crowd. She left a dramatic pause before
continuing; “A spelling contest!”
"What?", I exclaimed.
"What, like C-A-T spells cat?", a voice shouted from
"I can spell muffin! Can I join in?", another voice
called out, “muh, uff-“
"Derpy! Shut up!"
"No, you imbeci- uh, silly ponies. MAGIC spells!
Myself and Twilight Sparkle shall show off our best spells,
and the most impressive, judged by our utterly unbiased
"S-so it’s just a contest?", I asked hesitantly,
half-expecting Trixie to suddenly fire off half a dozen
fireballs directly at my head.
"Yes, of course. What, did you think I was actually
going to fight you?”
"Told you so!", Pinkie called out from the crowd.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie does not stoop so low as to
resort to petty fisticuffs, even with her arch-nemesis!”
"Told you so!" Rainbow Dash this time.
"Hush!", scolded Trixie, drawing everypony’s undivided
attention back to herself.
"As I was saying, the totally impartial judge
overseeing the contest is none other than the lovely miss
Mayor! A big hoof for Mare Mayor!”
The crowd applauded as Ponyville’s mayor stepped out
of the crowd.
"Okay, my little ponies, everything we do here today
is going to be fair and above board. No doohickery, no
tomfoolery, and no horseplay of any kind. Agreed? Good, now
as the ‘away team’, per se (oh my, how funny), miss Beatrix
Lulamoon may go first.”
"Stand back everypony, and be amazed!", the blue
She took her hat off and placed it beside her, before
lowering her head and digging her hooves into the ground. She
shut her eyes and took a deep breath, muttering something as
she did so. A pink spark leapt up her horn, followed by
another, and another, creating a ball of her pink magic at
the tip of her horn, growing at first to about the size of a
large hoofball, then continuing to expand until it was larger
than Trixie herself! With a quick flick of her head, the ball
was cast from her head and it burst in a brilliant flash of
light, causing everypony to turn away. When we looked back,
well…I hadn’t seen any magic quite like it on that scale
before. Now standing in the middle of the circle was an exact
mirror image of Trixie, recreated in her own pink magic. On
cue, both Trixie’s (the real one and the copy) picked up
their hats and bowed deeply, and as the big finish, the fake
Trixie exploded into her trademark fireworks. Naturally, the
crowd went wild.
I, however, was terrified. I didn’t know what I could
do to better something so astounding! Don’t get me wrong, it
wasn’t that i particularly wanted to beat her, it was just
that I didn’t want to be shown up in front of so many ponies
who loved and tolerated me. I looked around at the
crowd’s expectant faces. I took a deep breath and shut my
eyes and cast my spell. Obviously, I couldn’t see what it
looked like, but I was told later that my spell looked like
my brother’s shield spell, which then shrunk back into my
horn and flashed brilliant white. When the light cleared,
before every pony in the crowd, including Mare Mayor and
Trixie, stood a brightly-coloured miniature version of
themself. I had done the same spell as Trixie, but instead of
recreating myself, I had recreated every single pony within
twenty feet of. There was an awed silence, then everyone in
the crowd burst into raucous applause, everypony clapping
much louder than they had for Trixie.
I let the crowd play with their copies for a few
minutes before releasing the spell, causing all the copies to
disappear into thin air. Then Miss Mayor stepped forward.
"Well, mares and gentlecolts, I believe we all know
who the winner is today; while Miss Lulamoon’s spell was
indeed incredible, Miss Twilight Sparkle’s recreation of over
fifty individual ponies is by far and away the more
I grinned, surprised. I had won! Suddenly the mass of
ponies invaded the circle, picked me up and began parading me
through town, cheering and whooping all the while. Little did
I know that Trixie’s vendetta against me was far from over.
The next morning, I was woken up early by an
insistant knocking at the door. I rolled out of bed and went
to answer it before it woke Spike. I had barely turned the
handle before the unicorn pony on the other side had thrown
it wide open.
"Twilight Sparkle, I hereby challenge you to a
duel!”, Trixie said.
"Again? Trixie, it’s like six in the morning. Can’t
"Not if you are to be prepared in time! Be at
Starlight Hill at noon, or be forever branded a coward!”
"Fine, if this is the last one."
At twelve, I made my way back to Starlight Hill,
where a crowd had once again formed, though it looked
slightly smaller than it had yesterday. Once again, Miss
Mayor announced the rules, and we cast our spells. Once
again, I won, and was carried off by the crowd, leaving a
fuming Trixie on her own.
The next day, I was challenged again. It happened
again the day after that. And the next day. And the next. And
the next. For the next two weeks or so, Trixie challenged me,
sometimes several times a day, and, I am proud yet sad to
say, I beat her every single time. As the days went on, Miss
Mayor left the judging duties to whoever was left in the
fast-diminishing crowd until only Pinkie Pie and Derpy
Hooves were left, then even they felt that they had spent
enough time away from baking and delivering respectively, and
me and Trixie were left alone atop Starlight Hill.
Eventually, I began to notice that Trixie’s spells
became less and less varied, focusing more on outright power.
I wondered why until one day, when Fluttershy turned up at my
house, out of breath and with a worried look on her face.
"Twilight -huff- I came as soon -huff- as I could!
You’ve got to -huff- hear this!”
"Fluttershy? What’s wrong? Did something happen?", I
asked, helping her to my couch. After a few minutes calming
down and catching her breath, she spoke again.
"It’s about Trixie. I was chasing Elizabeak on the
edge of the Everfree Forest, and I…overheard
I looked at the cream pegasus.
"Crying? What? Why?"
"I think she was cryimg about…you…"
"Me?", I exclaimed, "Why would she be crying about
"Well, you and your contests with her. I didn’t hear
a lot, because she heard me and Elizabeak and ran away, but I
think she was sad because she couldn’t beat you, not even
I was shocked. I didn’t know that the contests were
so important to her. I mean, I knew they were important to
her, but I didn’t realise she was quite so upset about losing
"I hate so hear of anypony being so upset, even if
she was mean to Rarity and Rainbow Dash and Applejack…but I
don’t know if there’s anything we can do”, Fluttershy
"Maybe there is", I said, and began explaining the
plan I had just figured to her.
The next day, me and Fluttershy walked alone to
Starlight Hill. We arrived a few minutes early, so we had
enough time to set up and rehearse our plan. We had just
finished when Trixie turned up, looking rather fiercer than
she had before.
"Well then, Twilight, are you ready to face the Great
and Powerful Trixie?”
"Yeah, yep, sure. I think it’s my turn to go first
this time, isn’t it?”, I said, trying not to gabble, my plan
making me nervous.
I stood and faced fluttershy, hoping she could hold
up her end of the plan. I fired a harmless spectrum spell at
her, temporarily making her shift between different colours.
On cue, Fluttershy pretended to seize up and fell to the
"Oh no! Fluttershy!", I cried, "What have I done?
Trixie, I need your help!”
Trixie looked stunned.
"My help? But surely all you need to do is give her
an animation spell”, she said.
"An animation spell? I never learnt any!", I lied,
hoping that Trixie had.
"Fine then! Stand back, Twilight Sparkle!", she said,
taking control of the situation, just as planned.
She took her hat off and cast the animation spell on
the pretend-fainted Fluttershy. Fluttershy leapt up.
"Oh my, thank you, Miss Trixie. I think you should
win this round for fixing Twilight’s spell!”
Fluttershy bowed her head in reverence before
bounding away. Trixie just stood where she was, stock still.
"I…won?", she said, distractedly putting her hat
"Yep, you won, well done, good for you, Trixie, you
beat me fair and square.”, I gibbered, seeing a ray of true
happiness flash across Trixie’s face. My work done, I turned
"Wait a minute"
I stopped, dreading her next words.
"Yes, Trixie? Did you want me to buy you a mug of
cider from Applejack or something in celebration?”
"You cheated, Twilight Sparkle."
Why? It had been going so well!
"Cheated? But i lost-"
"Don’t play games with me, Twilight Sparkle! I know a
spectrum spell can’t make a pony freeze like that, not to
mention that as a performer I can recognise acting from a
mile away! You cheated to lose, so I would stop bothering you
with my challenges!” Trixie was now shouting at me, tears
welling up in her eyes.
"Trixie, no! I wasn’t trying to get rid of you-"
"I’ll show you, I’ll show everypony I’m the most
powerful unicorn in Equestria!”
She threw her hat to the ground, her horn already
sparking with energy. She created a ball of magic at the tip
which grew much faster than the one she had created for her
copying spell. Random flashes and sparks flew from it as it
grew, and the energy given off by it blew across the hill
like a storm.
"Trixie! What are you doing! You’re going to hurt
"No! I’m going to prove I should have been the one to
get Celestia’s personal fav- gah!”
One of the random sparks had hit Trixie. The ball of
energy at the tip of her horn became unstable, the random
flashes becoming more frequent and erratic.
"Trixie! Stop it now! It’s gonna-"
My words were swallowed up by the enormous explosion.
I instinctively drew my body close to the ground to avoid
being blown away. After what seemed like an age, the blast
stopped and there was a deathly quiet. I stood up and looked
around. The spot where Trixie had been standing was scorched
and burnt. I looked around for the unicorn herself, fearing
To my relief, I found Trixie halfway down the hill,
unconscious but in one piece at least, surrounded by the
remains of her hat and cloak, which had not fared quite so
well as she had. I nudged her gently to wake her up. After a
horrifying moment - one of the most terrifying of my life -
Trixie opened her eyes and sat up painfully.
"Trixie! You’re okay!", I cried, relief flooding my
"What? What happened?", she said shakily. She looked
around and saw the tatters of her hat and cloak.
She picked up several blackened shreds of fabric and
turned them over in her hooves.
"I’m sorry, Trixie…"
Numbly, she said, “These were the last remnants of my
performing life left. And now they’re gone too…”
Her voice failed as tears began streaming freely down
her cheeks. I tried to comfort her, but she threw me off and
ran away down the hill, tears and tatters of her destroyed
clothes trailing behind her.
It was two days before I saw her again. I had spent
most of my time since the Starlight Hill incident at home,
tossing and turning in my bed, filled with guilt and worry
for having put her in danger, even though I hadn’t meant to,
and had no idea what she could do. Even Spike couldn’t
comfort me. At least until the third day: two days ago.
Once again, I had had another restless night, unable
to sleep, and had spent the day in bed, too tired to get up.
Spike brought me waffles for dinner in another attempt to
cheer me up.
"Thanks, Spike, but I don’t feel like waffles."
"Aw, come on, Twi. You know you’ll feel better after
having eaten a plate of nice, hot waffles in syrup.”
"You know that waffles won’t help. I don’t know if
anything can. I tricked Trixie, then she overreacts and blows
up half of Starlight Hill trying to prove she’s better than
me…I should’ve stopped duelling her ages ago.”
"It’s not your fault she’s jealous of you, Twi. Stop
beating yourself up for it.”
"I wish I felt that way."
"Why does she hate you anyway? It’s not like you did
anything bad to her…at least not deliberately anyway.”
"You’re not really helping Spike."
"Sorry…but if you still feel bad about it, why not
go talk to her? Talking can help.”
I looked up suddenly. Talk to her? Why not? It
shouldn’t be too hard to find where she was; with just a
search-spell using a burnt shred of her cape I had held on
to, I could find her in no time.
"Spike, I’m going out. I’ll grab something at
Pinkie’s, so eat those waffles yourself”, I said, and ran out
I followed my search spell all the way across town,
past Carousel Boutique and Sugarcube Corner, getting more and
more confused - I was heading right to the edge of town. Even
when I reached it, the search-spell still pointed out into
the Everfree forest. Not one to distrust a spell, I followed
it into the forest…for about ten feet. Then the spell
suddenly span round, pointing straight back in the direction
I had come from. Confused, I turned. The spell turned again
to again face deeper into the forest. According to it, Trixie
was standing at exactly the same spot I was. I dispersed the
spell and looked around. Trees. Nothing but trees and small
bushes. And a hoofmirror. I walked over to it and looked at
myself in it. I noticed reflected was something silvery-white
above me. I looked up and then found Trixie. She was laying
in a hammock hung from the trees. The search spell I had been
using only worked horizontally, so when it began saying I was
in the exact same spot as Trixie, I had actually been
standing directly underneath her.
I teleported into one of the trees her hammock was
strung to. Trixie froze when she saw me. She had obviously
been crying, and was clutching tightly onto what I guessed
was a large doll.
"Hey, Trixie", I said, trying to alleviate the
awkwardness of the situation, “do you wanna talk?”
"Not really", she sniffed, "but something tells me
I’m going to have to.”
"Look, Trixie, why not come over here, so we can talk
Trixie sighed and, after placing her doll underneath
her tatty blanket so I couldn’t see it, she climbed back
along the branch and sat down next to me.
"What did you want to talk about?", she said.
"Well, what about why you’re so dead-set on beating
me in a spelling contest”
"Of course. I don’t want to, but I guess I’ll have to
start pretty much from the beginning to explain how much it
meant to me, even if I only have you to talk to.”
Over the next hour or so, she explained everything
that had led up to her return to Ponyville. This is what she
As a filly, she had grown up as the youngestin a
large family of high-status unicorns. Her father had been
Captain of the Canterlot Royal Guard before my brother, and
her mother was headteacher of Canterlot’s magic academy. All
of her siblings had high-paying careers across Equestria, and
all were immensely powerful unicorns. Despite being powerful
by normal unicorn standards, she wasn’t quite as powerful as
the rest of her family, and so was constantly put down and
ridiculed. One day, her mother had heard rumour that you,
Princess Celestia was looking for a personal apprentice.
Naturally, her mother pushed her forward, however another
pony was chosen instead. Me.
Trixie’s mother was ashamed of Trixie’s failure, and
refused to even speak to her. That was the last straw for
Trixie, who had had to put up with being shunned for her
entire life. So she ran away that night.
She changed her name to Lulamoon and spent the next
few years on the streets of Canterlot, performing tricks for
bits, until she was found by a talent scout and was brought
before the one and only Mr. Henderson Kite of Kite’s
travelling Circus. Her magical talent was obvious and she was
quickly employed by the circus as the Great and Powerful
Trixie. She was happy there until she was accused of stealing
money by another jealous unicorn. Kite relieved her of her
job, but kindly let her keep her trailer/travelling stage.
After that, she became a solo travelling magician,
but without the backing from Kite’s Circus, her shows were
not as popular, causing her to have to invent stories to draw
in crowds, such as her saving Hoofington from an Ursa Major.
Then she came to Ponyville, and we both know what happened
then. During the Ursa Minor attack, her trailer from Kite -
as well as most of what was inside it - was destroyed. She
then spent a while searching for work, but found that nopony
wanted to employ a pony who had been publicly proven a liar
and she had to return to the streets, working for anypony who
would give her a job; washing dishes, cleaning, sweeping -
sometimes even burglary and theft, just to get enough bits
together to pay for food. During this time, she asked around
for any information on me, the pony who had shown her up in
rescuing Ponyville when all she had done was run and hide.
Eventually, she found out that I was a magic user possibly
even more powerful than she was. She found out that it was me
who had deprived her of your personal tuition. She then
decided that I was the root cause of much of her misfortune;
I had unwittingly destroyed the relationship she had with her
family, as well as her promising career; both beyond repair.
When she found herself back in Ponyville, she immediately
sought me out to prove herself, but was beaten at every
spell, and was again left in disgrace. Her hat and cloak had
been her last reminders of the only really happy time she had
had in her life performing in Kite’s Circus, and the
destruction of this, the last symbol of past happiness she
had had left had destroyed her completely.
Once she had finished her story, she broke down in my
forelegs, the tears she had already been failing to hold back
overcoming her completely. I held her tightly, tears
streaming down my cheeks in sympathy for the unfortunate blue
unicorn whose life I had inadvertantly ruined. As the sun
went down and it became colder, I insisted she come and stay
at my house. She nodded silently and wrapped up her few
belongings (her blanket, doll and some stale bread) in her
hammock and made ready to leave.
Finally, everypony was asleep. After explaining to
Spike why Trixie was staying at the library that night, the
three of us had gone to bed - Trixie sleeping in the guest
bed - and we had fallen asleep almost immediately.
At about midnight, I was woken by a gentle nudge.
"Twilight! Are you awake?", Trixie whispered.
"I am now.", I replied, "What do you want, Trixie?
It’s the middle of the night!”
Trixie sat on the edge of my bed and spoke quietly.
"Can we…talk a bit more?"
I nodded and sat up, shuffling closer to her.
"What did you want to talk about?"
"Well…earlier, you asked why I hated you…but not
why I don’t…”
"What?", I asked.
"I just…I don’t know why, but since I met you, and
since I saw how powerful you were, I was jealous of you, but
also…I’m not sure how to put this…you became my idol, my
aim…you were who I wanted to be.”
I smiled and hugged her tightly.
"Don’t idolize me", I said, "you should have your own
dreams, not just pin everything on some pony.”
"It’s not just that; you’re powerful and talented, but you
also have friends - a family. I…I just wanted what you
I squeezed her comfortingly.
"Well, you have me…and Spike, and Fluttershy, the
pony who pretended to faint. I admit some ponies might
initially dislike you for what happened before, but I’m sure
that together, we can change their minds.”
"Thank you, Twilight."
Just one last part of my and Trixie’s story left I
think you might like to know. The next morning - which was
yesterday as of when I am writing this - me and Trixie were
preparing to leave to help Trixie make some friends. Trixie
was downstairs talking to Spike. I was upstairs remaking our
beds when I came across Trixie’s doll. I had seen it briefly
before, but I had never seen it properly, as I did now. I
suppose you can figure out the pony it looked like if I say
that it was a doll of her idol. I blushed, and left with my
new friend- no, my new sister.
Thank you for reading this rather lengthy letter,
your highness, and I hope you believe me when I say that I
understand what this request I am about to make means and
requires, but please consider all I have written here when
you make your decision on it. I humbly ask if you would
consider tutoring Trixie Lulamoon in addition to myself. I
await your reply,
Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle
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fireworks:…sorry badley was on the keyboard
…but…uh…if your a tasty cupcake…i guess?
Hearts: Well, if you were a beautiful lady, my dear, I would do anything you asked of me.
appul: wut? wutevar your on ah want some too!
Cherryrook: *nomnomnom* wuzzats?
lazer: you’re weird
Who are you asking? Theres more than one pony here
…but if youre asking me fireworks then…uh…are you tasty?