The sky was partly cloudy over Canterlot Castle. An excited shiver ran up Twilight's spine as she roamed the castle gardens. The Princess told her that it was near the hedge maze, among the statues.
Passing various monuments and figures frozen in striking poses, she finally stopped at a small pedestal with a new, glossy plaque decorating the base. Engraved was, "John, Sierra-117. Live on in Legend."
Her eyes traveled upwards, eventually reaching John's damaged helmet, which was enshrined in a glass block. The visor was badly cracked, and the front was slightly mangled, but it was relatively intact. She smiled at the familiar sight.
"It's certainly been a while," she began.
A long pause. The sun shone through the clouds for a moment.
"I brought you these; the girls wanted you to have them." Twilight set a basket full of various gifts from her friends at the base of the pedestal, next to the plaque. "We all wish you had stuck around; you were quite the character."
Another long pause. The sun faded.
"You're a mysterious character. You know that? I remember the first time we met; you tried to kill me. And then, the next thing I knew, I was riding on your back, after you had gotten me out of the timberwolf-infested forest. What astonished me was that I was pursuing you, but you came back. I don't think I can ever understand that logic. But, I do think I have one thing figured out about you."
She smiled at her reflection in the visor.
"You keep your promises."
The distant tolling of a clock bell caught her attention.
"Oh, dear. I've got to go; my train home leaves in a little bit."
Pulling her own gift out of her saddlebag, she placed it on top of the glass case before setting off.
"Here; don't lose it again!"
Galloping off, the unicorn turned the corner and disappeared from sight. The sunlight broke through the clouds again, reflecting off of a metal chip with an empty gap in the middle strung up on an intricate chain.
"If we don't make it..."
"We'll make it."
"...It's been an honor serving with you, John."