It is I, the great and powerful Trixie, here to start off this story. Naturally I am first, since I am the best. It is as logical as the rising of the sun each morning.

… Not that the sun rises each morning. Or if it could even be called morning any more. Time has been thrown out with both the bathwater and the baby.

But not that it matters. I am still here. That is all that matters. At the end of the day all you can count on is yourself. That's what I've always said; and it turned out to be right.

Twilight Sparkle? Yes, I remember her. The little pony who thought she was better than me because she was able to subdue an Usur Minor. A baby usur minor. As if that is any sort of threat. Come talk to me when you've defeated an usur major.

But clearly she met her match when she tried to tangle with Him. Her and her little friends. I knew it was foolish for everypony to pin their hopes on that ragtag bunch of ruffians. No style or sense of presentation. Now look at them.

Applejack, the Element of Honesty, lying as if it was going out of fashion.

Pinkie Pie, the Element of Laughter, bringing pain to anything that would dare to laugh, even if it wasn't directed at her.

Rarity, the Element of Generosity, obsessing over worthless rocks as if they were jewels.

Fluttershy, the Element of Kindness. Never have I seen so horrible a pony in all my life. She's sank to lows I wouldn't dare go.

Rainbow Dash, the Element of Loyalty. According to rumours it was her fault that Discord won, after she turned tail and ran away like the traitor she is.

Twilight Sparkle, the Element of Magic, can now barely muster up enough energy to use a single spell. Pathetic.

If I had been put in charge of the Elements of Harmony I wouldn't have let Him win. I would have stopped him without getting a single beautiful hair out of place.

Okay I suppose I'm not entirely honest all of the time, but it's not like I lie about all my achievements. I did once stare down a Usur major, even if it was only asleep at the time.

Okay perhaps I don't enjoy laughter except when its at others I've humiliated, but it's all in jest, right?

Okay at a stretch I might not be that generous, but it's not like I have that much to spare. All my belongs were smashed by that stupid Twilight, leaving me destitute.

Okay you could make the argument that I'm not particularly kind, but you can't afford to be kind in the cut-throat business that is show business.

Okay I can't deny that I'm not at all loyal, but can you blame a pony? It's everypony for themselves, as I keep saying.

But magic. Well, can you think of a better candidate? I am well versed in spells and incarnations. I can perform feats of magic that you could scarcely begin to comprehend. What may seem like cheap parlour tricks take years of practice. If anyone deserves to wield the Element of Magic, it's me.

So why isn't it working?

I couldn't believe it when I first found Celestia lying in the muddy field, her once beautiful mane ruined, her once beautiful coat stained with dirt. A shell of her former self.

What? Princess Celestia? No, she wasn't a princess. A princess wouldn't be caught dead in her condition. Wings clipped, horn shaved off. Coat in tatters, mane ruffled and thinning. It's hard to believe she was ever a princess.

I don't know why she was hugging the skull of some unicorn so tightly, nor do I particularly care. It didn't seem to be any of my business. I learnt that hard way that you shouldn't be nosy in times like these. Not when people aren't certain that what they have will stay the same shape by the time they put it in their mouths.

I was tempted to leave her there, sobbing away like a baby, but it was the jewellery that caught my eye. It looked quite nice. Somehow untainted by all that was going on. The tiara especially would have looked rather nice on me. I decided then and there that it should be mine.

I approached the former alicron, ready to use all the charms that lay at my disposal. Both magical and personal. It turned out I didn't even need to bother.

She gave me the trinkets and asked me to seek out the other five bearers of the elements, in the hopes that they could be combined once more. How foolish. As if these trinkets could do anything to stop Him.

… But they did seem to stop Nightmare Moon. Perhaps there is some truth in the rumours I've heard going around.

Regardless, the Element of Magic is mine. Perhaps it'll unlock some inner potential I didn't know I had. Perhaps it'll double my magic, maybe even triple it. That'll make me unstoppable.

But according to Celestia, I need to find the other bearers to unlock it. Five ponies that fulfil the ultimate ideal of loyalty, kindness, generosity, honesty and laughter. As if those things exist in this world any more.

I'd have talked to her some more, but He decided to make an appearance to her. I knew better than to hang around. I still have the limp from the last encounter. Fortunately he didn't seem to notice me, instead choosing to laugh at the alicron. Something told me that that was worst then any torture he could think up. And he could think up a lot of them, as some poor ponies could attest.

I need to find five ponies. To do that I should theoretically have to comb all of Equestria. But Ponyville will be enough. Or what's left of it. There are some parts of the world where you flip a coin and guess what side will be face up when it comes down.

In Ponyville when you flip a coin you place bets on whether it'll be an organic object or not when it lands again.

I don't know why I should comb Ponyville, perhaps the most dangerous of places. Perhaps because it's right under his nose, so he's less likely to notice me. Perhaps it's because it has the biggest concentration of ponies.

Or perhaps it's just because it's the closest place and I don't want to waste much time. The sooner I activate my element, the sooner I once again become the great and powerful Trixie.

Perhaps then I'll have all I ever wanted.

Perhaps then I'll be happy.