This is a sad little piece I felt like doing based off of a piece I wrote a few years back.

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Trixie merely turned her nose up at Sprite. "That's the Great and Powerful Trixie to you, and I haven't the slightest clue as to who you are! Now, BEGONE with you, knave!" the magician mare snapped.
Sprite stood her ground, puffing out her chest. "Trixie, you aren't yourself! I DEMAND that you come off of that rickety rust bucket you call a chariot and set these ponies free!" She commanded with a powerful surge of courage. Trixie merely glared down at her as her eyes glowed red, along with the amulet. In a single second, Sprite was shot by a powerful blast of red-colored magic, sending her flying back with burn marks on her body. Weakly, she struggled to her feet to confront Trixie again.
The corrupted magician merely raised an eyebrow. "Back for more? So be it." With another quick charge, Trixie shot a second blast as Sprite, knocking her down for good. "Hmph, serves you right. Now, TRAVEL PONIES! Get moving!" She demanded once again, cracking her whip as Snips and Snails returned to pulling the wheel-less wagon.