"The Great and Powerful Trixie!...Yeah, right." Said the blue-furred, silver-maned unicorn, at least, it would be silver and blue but her fur and mane were both filthy. Having all sorts of dirt and mud in it, being matted. She was a shadow of her former self. She had no home, no food and most dear to her, she had nobody to compliment her "Greatness" that she boasted about. However, she was questioning whether that even mattered to her anymore.
Her attitude and personality got her into this situation. She had been regretting it since that one night when that purple unicorn showed her up. She hated that unicorn but deep inside, she knew that it was her fault that happened. Even if she returned to Ponyville, she'd be scared of that unicorn. Trixie didn't remember her name, but then again, she didn't care at that point in time.
And in this point in time, she had more important problems. She was starving to death and probably wouldn't make it much longer. She could only hope that she'd find someplace to stay by herself. She couldn't bear the thought of anyone seeing her in her current state of health and physique. But given that she didn't know her current surroundings, she wouldn't have much of a choice unless she got lucky.
"Must...keep going." She said as she dragged herself along the ground, her back legs too frail to hold her up. She felt so weak, she didn't feel very alive and her will to live was fading slowly. She questioned why she even bothered. She wondered if letting herself die would be better than the living hell she was going through right now. "What's the point anymore. The Great and Powerful Trixie is no more. She's absolutely hideous. And she...she..." Just then, she collapsed, passing out.
Little did she know, it was done to help her, but who could this person have been?