Trixie practically jumped out of her cape and hat at the arrival of their enemy. Her tail bristled and she squared her hooves I'm the soft grass and dirt.

The words stung as they always had. People questioning her talents, calling her a fruad. And while it was true she longed for the kind of power she had only had a taste of, that made her no less angry at the taunting.

"You make a foolish choice in overlooking The Great And Powerful Trixie!" She spat twisting and turning to try and sense where the magic was coming from. They couldn't see her yet but the purple glow in Trixie's horn was seeking out the power.

craving the power~ mocked a voice in her head which she promptly ignored.