Drops of water echoed through the cells of the dungeon, and Trixie listened with patience. Cells like this weren’t new to her. In her travels, there was always a cop or city council member that wanted a few more bits. Trixie always refused to pay for anything more than the permits required for her show. That led to her laying down in prison cells. Not many, but enough that she had since gotten used to noises.
This cell, however, was different. Deep in the mountain upon which Canterlot sat was a dungeon, and Trixie found herself here. She couldn’t see much other than the dimly lit hall to her cell. The atmosphere screamed despair, but it failed to affect Trixie.
In her heart, she knew. She did the right thing. She followed her instincts and stood true to her morals. A smirk found its way to her lips as she realized the dungeons failure.
“You won’t get me,” Trixie whispered.
She closed her eyes and continued her water drop tally when a new sound came to her