Trixie was lying on a patch of grass, i. It was itching her back, but she didn’t think about it,that, for her thoughts wasere already elsewhere – in her past.

Deep down in her own heart she knownew that it’there was still a little bit of Trixie stays inside her, and she desperately tried to get rid of it; s. She felt so much embarrassment, i. It was like a couple of big bags withof stone had suddenly feallen on her shoulders, and she desperately tried to tookake them awayoff, but the more she tried –

the more heavilyy the bags becoame.

And then she opened her eyes, s. She didn’t realize that she washad been lying on athe grass for 2 hours straight with closed eyes; ther eyes closed. That idea made her tense at first, but then she was calmed again, heart wasr heart settled back to her rhythm, her shoulders didn’t hurt anymore, and before her eyes stretched out a beautiful view.

Thousands of stars which layingid on a blanket – the sky.

After such a nap she decided to stooand on her hooves and immediately catch some glances from ponies; there was two fillies which makewere making their way to Ponyville, w. When Trixie looked oin their eyes, she was mesmerized, the whole moon reflected in their own eyes, but wasn’t that thing tthat wasn't what shocked her –

In their eyes she saw herself, helrself from the past, when just boasted at their ponies,she would boast and acting selfishly in front of them; s other ponies. She finally understood how much pain she bring intoought upon them, and how much they tried to forget it, but they couldn’t do that, they just…can’t!

After such a realization, Trixie drowned into herself, her own thoughts just grabbeding her with a death grip, and deep, deep within her heart she encountered her –

Trixie Luramoon, i. It was her reflection, shattered into dozens of pieces but still in a whole.

She saw her every moment, every time when she was selfish, and every that moment was accompanied with a whisper – its that life a really what you want?

Whispering became a yelling, and Trixie counldn’t stop it, until she said therse words - "I accept this; f." For a moment, all the yelling stopped –.

I accept my past, and accept all my poor acts,. I accept all wthat I did've done, and I didn’t have intentionson't intend to forget it,. I've realized that my past wasn’t thea curse, it was a blessing; my past is like a beacon, thewhich lights thate path thatwhich I wanted to be mine, and the past couldan’t interfere intowith it!

I’m doing my choiceswhat I choose now, and I’m the one who can forge my future.

I wouldn’t able tocan't erase my past, but I hadve a chance to make this path to guide me!

GA guide into the future, which moreis brighter thatn my past!

InAt that moment, thin...?