A little over two months later…
Sunset Shimmer arrived to school early like she always did, walking up the front steps, stopping only to gaze at the sun in the sky. It was now spring, and all the snow had melted away, leaving the Canterlot High School’s grounds green and lush.
School had been in session for a month and a half now, and Sunset was still getting used to her new outfit. After using her new abilities to head around the city, she figured that wearing jeans was a much better idea than her old skirt. Safer too.
There had also been a few other instances where her skills came in very handy, but they were stories for another time.
Needing to stop by her locker before homeroom, Sunset found her way down the Canterlot High halls, remembering the exact location of her locker by now. She soon found it, along with a surprising sight in the form of her locker neighbor. He usually wasn’t this early to school.
“Morning, Sunset,” a blue haired boy greeted her as she grasped her lock in her hand.
“Oh, good morning, Home Run,” she wished him back. “You’re early.”
Home Run had been a new student over from Fillydelphia State School after winter break, and things had been a bit weird at first, but Sunset had come to trust him and call him a friend.
“Yeah,” Home Run let out a short laugh. “Bike broke, so I got a lift from Lightning Dust.”
Sunset knew exactly what that meant. Lightning Dust wasn’t one of the safest drivers. “Regretting it?”
“Yup,” the boy nodded. “Oh, by the way, you’ll be getting a surprise later in class.”
“Oh? What might that be?”
“I won’t spoil it for you. I guess you’ll find out when we start class. I’m just gonna grab a drink before the bell. I’ll see you later.”
Sunset said goodbye and proceeded on to her homeroom, sitting down and idly thinking of her journal. On a whim, she pulled it out of her bag and began to write.
Dear Princess Twilight,
I’m just writing to say hi. Things have been relatively calm recently. No Templars or Assassins, and certainly no Stalker, has approached me or the girls, so I think it’s safe to say that both groups have disbanded, and our mysterious friend is nowhere in sight. I’m also writing to ask about Velvet. From your previous letters, you seemed to say that she was recovering well. I just want to know when she’ll be able to come back to our world? Pinkie’s already got a welcome back party planned for her, so I hope it’s soon.
Yours faithfully,
Sunset Shimmer
Sunset closed her book and returned her attention to Rainbow Dash, who was busily illustrating a story about how she had single-handedly won a soccer match. It sounded so overly exaggerated that she didn’t know whether to believe it or not. Not too long after, Home Run came back into the room with a bottle of soda in hand. Sunset smiled and gave him a wave as he made his way to his seat.
“Hey, Sunset,” Rainbow nudged her, getting her attention. “Mrs. Harshwhinny is never late. Do you think she’s sick today? Maybe she caught whatever Mr. Pierce had? When is he coming back again?”
“No idea, Rainbow. Maybe we should go visit him if you’re so concerned.”
Rainbow Dash’s eyes bugged out for a second. “M-Me? Visit Mr. Pierce? Good one, Sunset.”
“Yeah…” Sunset laughed for a bit. “Though, you’re right. Mrs. Harshwhinny usually gets here earlier to set up her lesson. I wonder if she is indeed sick today.”
At that moment, the classroom door opened, revealing Mrs. Harshwhinny and another girl who was wearing a familiar black leather jacket. Her hair was long now, but there was no mistaking the silver hairclip or the welcoming expression on her face.
And Sunset caught her eye, holding the gaze between the two, holding it as only two soldiers who have fought side by side could manage.
“Welcome back, Velvet.”
The End