One Last Reunion
Twilight Sparkle flew on magical wings through the evening sky over Canterlot. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the rising moon. On that orb, the last of the first-generation domes was deflating and its replacement being set up, if the newspaper was to be believed. Twilight didn't care. She'd long resolved never to go to the moon again. Not after nearly losing her daughter to it, those years ago.
She fluttered down to the castle courtyard, landing gracefully upon the grass. She walked through the familiar halls towards the throne room, greeting the staff as she passed them.
Opening the throne room doors, she found the room empty. Twilight turned to a guard. "Pardon me, but where is the Princess this evening?"
"Magician Sparkle," he replied, eyes still forward, "Princess Celestia is meeting with the ambassador to the Dragon Nomads on the east side of Canterlot Mountain."
"Ah." Twilight nodded. "In that case, I can wait for her to—"
She froze. Her eyes widened. "The... the ambassador... the dragons... it's been... already?"
Twilight Sparkle turned and shot down the corridors as quickly as her wings could take her.
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The grass blurred past under Twilight's hooves. The unicorn flew just off of the ground, rounding Canterlot Mountain. Twilight crested a ridge, then she found what she sought. Ahead, a large, purple and green figure dwarfed the white one standing in front of it.
A voice boomed across the landscape: "Ten years? She's been back for ten years? And you didn't tell me this whole time?"
Twilight could not hear the Princess's reply.
"I would have wanted to know! We could have written!" A pause. "That was not your decision to make! Do you have any idea what it's like not to know? What I've wanted to say to Twilight?"
As Twilight landed behind Spike, he reared up and unleashed a jet of green fire, which engulfed Princess Celestia. Twilight shielded her face from the heat, wincing at the feeling of the grass burning. The fire faded, and the Princess stood unscathed on the scorched earth.
Princess Celestia pointed her hoof. "Tell her, then."
Spike turned to face Twilight. His eyes widened and his snarl vanished. "Twilight!"
The dragon reached down, scooped up the unicorn, and held her to his chest. "Twilight! Twilight! I've missed you so much!" He teared up. "I was starting to think you'd never come back!"
Twilight wiggled free from his grasp, then sat on top of his hand. "Wow, Spike, you've..." She propped her forehooves against his chest, looking up at his head above. "...grown! I've missed you too, Spike. It's been a long time since I've seen you. Although it's been longer for you, I suppose."
Spike lowered his head. "Too long, Twilight. Too long."
Twilight looked away. "I'm sorry I didn't come back, Spike. I tried to find a way, but it just wasn't possible."
Spike gently patted Twilight's body with his free hand. "I know, Twilight. I know."
Twilight peered over the edge. "Princess Celestia," she called down, "how long is Spike staying in Equestria?"
The Princess flew up and hovered next to her student. "Barring any emergencies, Spike should be able to remain for several decades. I see no pressing reason why he could not live with you for the duration of his stay."
Twilight hugged the nearest claw. "Oh, that's wonderful! But wait, how am I supposed to get a dragon his size into the house? Or in Canterlot at all?"
"Have you not learned any age spells in the past decade, High Magician?"
"Oh yeah, duh. Spike? Do you mind?"
"For you, Twilight? No, do whatever you want." Spike gently set the unicorn down.
"All right. Three centuries' worth of age spell on a dragon. Piece of cake." She lowered into a bracing position, pointing her horn at Spike. Twilight licked her lips. Energy flowed out of her and into the dragon. Magic swirls surrounded Spike, and his entire body glowed purple.
Twilight grit her teeth and closed her eyes. Spike shrunk smaller and smaller. Twilight snuck a peek. "Almost... right about... there!"
She released her spell. Spike stood on all fours, slightly smaller than the pony who'd cast her magic on him. Around him, gouges in the grass marked the journey of his feet. "Wow, Twilight, you're still—"
"Hold still! It's not done yet." Twilight circled Spike, horn aglow again. "A little bit here... one of those there... ooh, need to lock that part down... and... done! That ought to hold for a few years."
Spike held a hand out in front of him. "That's amazing, Twilight! Boy, this brings back some memories, like the time—"
Twilight interrupted him with a hug. "I hope you don't mind I made you a little bigger than you were, Spike."
Spike patted her shoulder. "Not at all, Twilight. Not at all."
Twilight released the dragon. "Let's go home, Spike."
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"...and then when I got there, it turned out that Chief Thunderwings had died five years earlier and nobody had bothered to tell the Princess. So there I was, expecting a nice calm elder to deal with for my first assignment and instead I get this young brute by the name of Blackflame. Between you and me, his fire was more of a dark turquoise, but he'd take your head off if you ever said it..."
The pair walked under four tall apple trees, whose branches were filled with ripe fruit. A smattering of clouds hovered near ground level around the yard. One had gotten caught in a tree, leaking water down its trunk.
"Here we are, Spike," Twilight said, waving her hoof. "This is our home."
The two walked to the front door, which Twilight opened. Within, a white mare with a pink and purple mane danced around the living room, humming an upbeat tune.
Spike gasped and raised a hand to his mouth. "Rarity...?" He looked down. "No, Rarity's... Rarity's gone."
The mare noticed the dragon and paused for a moment before a flash of recognition crossed her face. "Spike? Spike, is that you?!"
Spike smiled. "Sweetie Belle. Of course."
Sweetie Belle bounced over to the dragon. "Spike! You're back! This was the best possible day and it just got better!" She squeezed him tight.
Twilight peered around the dragon. "Better? What happened, Sweetie Belle?"
Sweetie released Spike. "Oh Mom we were at rehearsal today and at the end Spot Light asked Apple Crisp to marry him and she said yes! He was really nervous but then they kissed and everypony was clapping and it was amazing!" She squealed.
Spike turned to Twilight. "Whoever those two are, but that does sound pretty happy..." He prodded Twilight's side. "Mom." He laughed.
Twilight turned red. "N-now Spike, I've been raising Sweetie Belle for the last decade, and she needed a mother, so—"
Spike gave her a light push. "Lighten up, Twilight; I was just messing with you. And Sweetie Belle, you've grown so much from when I last saw you. You've become a beautiful mare, just like your older sister was."
"Aww, thank you, Spike," Sweetie said. "Ooh, Spike, I became a singer." She showed Spike her cutie mark. "And I'd love for you to hear me perform in Vanhoover next month. Think you can come with Mom to watch?"
"I'd love to, Sweetie Belle." Spike paused. "That is, if your Mom is okay with it."
"Spike!" Twilight shouted.
Spike laughed. "That's never going to get old!"
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The shadow of the Vanhoover Playhouse spread across its lawn. The light of the setting sun bathed the theatre and its surroundings in its orange glow. On the edge of hearing, the sounds of the ocean waves accompanied the smell of salt in the air. Within, the cast prepared for that night's performance, but outside, a unicorn and a dragon talked.
"...So get this, Old Scalebelly was complaining about nightmares, and I think, 'hey, I know somepony who can help there,' so I write Princess Celestia. Two days later, Scalebelly tells me he saw a pony in his dreams! I didn't get it, because I dream about ponies all the time, but he was so embarrassed about it I thought he was going to cry! He made me swear never to tell a soul. Except I just told you, didn't I? Uh, don't tell the dragons." Spike grinned nervously.
Twilight cracked a smile, then looked into Spike's eyes. "Spike. There's something I need to know. What happened after I left?"
"Oh, you mean when I became the Ambassador? I already told you about Blackflame and how he—"
Twilight raised a hoof. "No, Spike. I mean right after I left. What happened with my friends?"
He avoided her gaze. "I, uh, I don't like to think about that."
Twilight put her hooves on either side of Spike's head and turned it back to her. "Please, Spike. I need to know. What did they do?"
Spike pointed his eyes away. "Um, well, for the first week or so we were all excited about seeing you and Sweetie Belle again. But then months started going by, and we worried that something might have happened. About, uh, four months later... we were all thinking it, but Applejack was the first to say it. That maybe you weren't going to come back. Then Rainbow and Pinkie started yelling at her. Rarity and Fluttershy cried a lot. But time went on, and they eventually just... accepted it."
Twilight swallowed back some tears. "What about you, Spike?"
"I... I kept the library clean and tidy for you. I kept everything organized, so it'd be there when you came back. Then one day, Rarity came in. I can still hear her voice. 'Spike, It's time to go.' That's all she said. I set down my duster, followed her out... and that was that. I helped her with her work until... until I didn't."
Twilight set her hoof on Spike's hand. "I'm sorry I left you, Spike. You know I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry I put you through all that."
"Nah, you saw me out there! I'm Spike, the big mean purple dragon! Who isn't afraid of anything... who... doesn't get hurt... who... who..." He lunged forward, squeezing Twilight. "Twilight! I... I promised myself... if I ever saw you again... I'd savor every moment!"
Twilight patted him. "It's all right, Spike. It's all right. I'm here now." She looked at the setting sun. "Let's get inside and get to our booth. We don't want to miss Sweetie Belle's singing."
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The magical glow of the elaborate hanging chandeliers brightened, and the curtain closed in front of the actors. Twilight and Spike joined the audience in cheering for the finished play.
Spike wiped away a tear. "She was amazing. I wish I could have seen all of her performances."
"You'll be able to see her future ones." Twilight stood up, pulling her foreleg out from under his hand. "We both will. Come on, let's get to the lobby and catch her before the crowd gets there."
Downstairs, the pair waited at the door to the backstage while ponies shuffled past. Soon enough, the door opened and Sweetie Belle exited.
"Oh, hey Spike. Hi Mom."
Spike suppressed a snort.
"Another great show, Sweetie Belle," Twilight said, hugging her for a moment.
"Thanks, Mom. What did you think, Spike?"
"It was wonder—"
"Oh my gosh it's Sweetie Belle!" a voice called out through the crowd.
A young pegasus colt pushed his way through the thinning herd and stood in front of the unicorn.
"Oh-oh my gosh you're Sweetie Belle! I-I mean, you're really pretty a-a-and your voice is really pretty too!" He craned his head up to look at her.
Sweetie Belle smiled back. "Aww, thank you!"
Spike nudged her in the ribs. "Looks like you have a number one fan."
The colt stuttered. "U-um, Sweetie Belle, c-can I have your autograph?" He pulled a notebook from his saddlebag.
Sweetie Belle took it with her magic and opened it. The first page was blank. "Do you have a quill and ink? I didn't think to bring any with me."
"O-oh yeah! I-I've got uh..." He fished through his bag before pulling out a quill and a stoppered ink bottle. The bottle slipped from the bag, but Sweetie's magic caught it. "S-sorry Sweetie Belle!"
Sweetie Belle held her smile. "It's all right." She uncorked the ink and dipped the quill. "Now, who am I making this out to?"
"F-Feather Foot!"
Sweetie wrote. "To my biggest fan, Feather Foot. Thanks for watching, Sweetie Belle. How's that?" She softly blew the ink dry.
Feather Foot took the book back while Sweetie Belle returned the ink and quill to his bag. "Perfect! Oh thank you thank you thank you Sweetie Belle!" He squeezed the book to his chest. "This was my very first autograph and when I saw you I wanted you to be it!"
"How sweet! But I'll tell you a secret..." Sweetie Belle leaned down, then looked around conspiratorially. "Between you and me," she whispered, "this was my first autograph, too."
The colt's eyes widened as he gasped. "Oh my gosh, really?! I-I-I don't know what to say! T-thank you, Sweetie Belle!"
Sweetie tousled his mane. "You're welcome, Feather Foot. Now go find your parents before they start to worry about you." She glanced at her mother.
"Y-Yes ma'am!" Feather Foot bounced away, wings buzzing.
Twilight sniffed. "My little Sweetie Belle's growing up. Her first autograph!"
"Mom, you're going to make me blush." Sweetie already was. "Let's head back to the hotel." They began to walk towards the exit, then Sweetie Belle stopped in her tracks. "On second thought, I need to use the restroom. Excuse me." She headed towards the nearest bathroom.
Twilight Sparkle's eyes drifted around the room. Through a gap in the ponies, a small painting in the far corner of the lobby caught her eye. She wandered over, Spike following behind her.
The painting, covered in a glass case, depicted a unicorn stallion in an outfit not unlike Twilight's own High Magican robes. He stood on a tall hill, with a large tree on either side of him. Above him, the night sky held small painted stars.
"Who's that?" Spike asked.
Twilight glared at him. "What do you mean, 'who's that?' It's Starswirl the Bearded!" She waved her hoof at the painting. "Vanhoover was his home town before the Princess made him her High Magician. Didn't you ever pay attention when I taught you history?"
"Geez, Twilight, that was three hundred and sixty years ago."
"That's no excuse! I've even travelled to Vanhoover a few times while researching him. But I've never seen this particular painting before. I wonder what the theatre's doing with it." She studied the painting. "Something seems off about this..."
Twilight paused for a minute, lost in thought.
Sweetie Belle walked up behind them. "What's going on?"
Spike sighed. "Twilight found an old painting, and from the looks of it we're going to be here until she's done."
"I got it!" Twilight shouted. "The stars! They don't match any real constellation!" She smiled, self-satisfied.
"So the artist didn't bother getting the stars right. Big deal," Spike said.
Twilight turned to Spike. "It is a big deal! Starswirl would never have a painting be made of him that wasn't technically accurate!"
"Maybe Princess Luna changed them since then. It's been over fifteen hundred years since he was alive, you know."
"No, it doesn't match the last iteration of the constellations either."
Spike turned her away from the painting. "Come on, Twilight, nopony really cares if their painting's stars aren't perfectly accurate." He looked at Twilight's face. "Almost nopony."
"Exactly!" Twilight pushed herself away from Spike and turned back. "How could he let it happen? There's something I'm missing." She sat down and stared at the painting.
Spike turned to Sweetie Belle. "Better see if the concession stand is still open; we're going to be here a while."
Sweetie hadn't made it halfway across the room when Twilight spoke up.
"I got it!" She jumped to her hooves. "It's a pattern! See, you connect the dots and get... something. I'll have to try a few line combinations out at the lab back home. But that's what it has to mean! There's something magical about it, I can feel it."
Spike stood up. "Finally. Can we go now?"
"Yes, Spike, let's head back. Right after I copy down the starfield!"
Spike groaned and put his face in his hand.
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In her house's basement, Twilight looked at the candidate patterns on the floor. Spike stood at the side of the room. She lit her horn, passing it over each in turn. Next to her, a stick of chalk bobbed in the air, occasionally scratching out some line or circle.
Twilight walked sideways, eyes locked on the patterns. "Sample five, again no reaction."
Spike jotted down a note. "No reaction, got it."
"On to sample six." She lowered her horn to the pattern, letting some of her natural energy flow into it. Immediately, the air around it distorted and Twilight could feel something attempt to twist her horn off of her face. She released the spell and jumped back. The chalk clattered to the floor.
Twilight rubbed her horn. It felt okay. However, the chalk stick had been twisted into a complex curved shape. Twilight cautiously walked over to it, lifted it, and peered at it.
"Sample six appears to be some kind of... matter warping rune or symbol. It seems to have some recursive, possibly fractal, effect. Further study will be required to ascertain its operation. Spike, get a scroll. Draw a grid on it."
Spike produced a scroll and busily sketched on it. Twilight pondered the rune. A thought crossed the back of her mind. She tried to shake it out, but it persisted. "Spike... the scroll."
Spike added one more line. "There, I got it." Twilight's magic yanked it out of his hands. "You're welcome," he added, then smiled. "Just like old times."
Twilight Sparkle briefly smiled back, then laid the scroll over the rune. Standing back, the unicorn activated it with a gentle touch of her magic. She shifted her magic around, watching the grid distort and form smaller and smaller shapes.
"This appears to be able to produce small patterns in material... very small... possibly microscopic." She paused. Twilight set aside the twisted chalk and fetched a fresh piece. She erased the failed designs and began to draw lines and circles around the new rune.
"Hm. It may be possible to produce a favorable reaction with the proper focus..."
The chalk danced around the floor, bending to its master's will.
"Perhaps it might be possible to... no, no. That isn't possible." The chalk paused in its path. "Why not? It should just be a matter of..." An eraser scrubbed away a line. The chalk found a new course. "It can't be... that isn't possible. But everything fits. It all fits together..."
Several more pieces of chalk flew from the shelf and surrounded Twilight. All of them found the floor and began to draw.
"Spike! Get my old books and scrolls! And some coffee!"
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The next morning, Sweetie Belle sat at the dining room table. She idly hovered her oatmeal to her mouth while her eyes busied themselves with the morning newspaper. Sweetie took a sip of her orange juice, then idly hummed a show tune.
The door to the basement burst open and her frazzled mother emerged, hovering a scroll. On it were elaborate designs and runes, surrounding a depiction of a crystal shaped like a book.
"Sweetie Belle! We're going back!"
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Ah wonderful! I always love seeing a new chapter of a story arrive in my inbox.
WHAAAAAAAAA == my reaction to the end.
This could continue...
I honestly thought it would have ended but NOPE!
Keep this rolling!
And unexpected torrent of Coca-Cola came shooting out of my nose at high speeds when I saw this. My hands are sticky. My keyboard is sticky. My everything is sticky.
Thank you.
Going back to say their goodbyes... I totally called it.
Caffine - The cause of, and solution to so many of lifes problems.
I hope they do make it back, but even then there will be so many problems to deal with. Twilight has been Sweetie's mother for longer than Pearl has been
> Sweetie Belle took it with her magic and opened it. The first page was blank. "Do you have a quill and ink? I didn't think to bring any with me."
Seriously? Another 360 years and they still haven't invented the fountain pen? Is this some religious thing? "Thou shalt have no pen that containeth its own ink!"
I think I see where the story is going. Now they face a dilemma. They've had ten years to settle into futureworld. They've made a place there, they've got friends there... and there's still the question of whether it's even possible to change history, and what happens to this timeline we've been following. Deep questions. I'm looking forward to seeing how this is resolved!
NO! Okay, I may be in the minority, but I don't really want them to go back. They have a life here now. What about the timeline? Ponies were born, lived, and died because they didn't come back.
Besides, how would adult Sweetie deal with going back. "Hey CMC I know I am ten years older than you and have a cutie mark but we can still hang."
Issue which will likely be explored. If I were Celestia, I would forbid it.
is it safe for them to go back though? if i were rarity i would hug twilight for bringing sweetie belle back and then hoof twilight in the face lol
Aww, it's ending? Darn.
Oh, so Twilight has finally found a way back. And just in time before Sweetie aged too much! Oh, wait...
I suppose that either Twi will have to use the same aging spell on Sweetie Belle. Or they will choose not to come back. My chips are on the latter one.
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You know, I did consider having self-contained pens. But I didn't think it would be that much of a loss not to have them.
FOR GLORY!
I was wondering when Spike would show up.
Oh, and thanks for the cliffhanger BTW. I'm on my way to your residence as I type this to assassinate you for that. Pray to your false idol, I'm coming for you!
Awww shit
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But Twwiiiilight, you already know you don't make it back in one piece! Do you really want to make it back in multiple pieces?
YAY update and BOOO hanger...oh boy...
AND NOW I HAVE MIXED FEELINGS ABOUT THEM GOING BACK!!!!!!
I sorta want them to go back, simply because Twi leaving all her friends forever is so incredibly sad. And Sweetie Belle growing up in the wrong place and wrong time, no matter how good you made it sound like, is still really sad to me. But now that 10 years have passed, and nopony (or Spike) remembers Twi returning, even to say goodbye (which would also be really sad
), I have no idea how that would possibly work 
But I want it to work out the least sad way, which for me would be some sort of "oops I made it so that it never happened" sort of cop-out 
Couldnt she just set the time transport to ten years after they left?
Sweetie isn't going.
Sweetie not gunna want to go back, me thinks, but I kinda hope they do anyway. Be cool too see what happens when they return.
.................Unless they die in the transit which is why they never return
My prediction: They don't go back, because of
A- Potential paradox. Spike has already told them what happens, and they weren't part of it.
B- They have new lives. Are they going to just give up these ten years of their lives?
I screamed "HOLYMOTHEROFGOD HELL YES!" out loud and now I'm in trouble.
Oh well. It was worth it~
I'm waiting for the complication/punchline...
Timetravel back, then just use a few age spells. Either that or just accept that there will be a 10 year gap now.
Actually... I think something is going to go wrong or the princesses are going to stop her. There seems to be some sort of conflict between Luna and Celestia and I suspect it has something to do with Twilight. They may well know something, but aren't telling anyone anything.
You guys are forgetting that it may be possible for them to go back to ten years after they left. I, for one, welcome this option.
Ha! Suck it, predestination! Suck it long, suck it hard!
Of course, the whole issue of a decade of time displacement and Sweetie having to abandon everything she holds dear again is still present, but going back is possible, and that's the point.
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Perhaps everyone is keeping it a secret from Twilight and Sweetie.
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I did the same thing. Less repricussions as I am alone.
I knew Twi would find clues to figure out a time-spell! WOOOO!!!! 
This is implicating time is an x dimensional field of cause and effect to effect and cause. They basically created a parallel universe.
This story is depressing, and I love it.
2198756 Has to be said: "EEeeeewwww!"
Finally a breakthrough and a chance for Twilight to go back in time and maybe relive the rest of her life with her friends.
Yet...given her good fortune in the future, will Sweetie Belle see it the same way ?
Nice update to the great storyline as I cannot wait to see what happens next after such an amazing breakthrough like this one.
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Who knows. They might just decide to go back to 10 years after they left to keep the aging right. That'd be how I'd do it if I was in the future that long.
2198774 I'm not so sure they have settled in. I'm sure that in the back of her mind, Twilight still doesn't think of future Equestria as home.
And Spike's news about what happened to the rest of the Mane 6 is probably what's prodding her.
And next chapter is where they find out that you can only travel into the future.
I'm calling it now, is all.
Still, I hope this SweetiexSpike possibility works its way through.
And now we see just how much was kept from them, and whether or not Celestia was serious about them staying.
I just hope Twilight remembers to get the formula for Sweetie's prescription.
Personally, I'm hoping they make it. Even if ten good years have passed, the news from Spike couldn't have sat well with Twilight.
Wooo! Friendship never dies!
And yeah, I'm still in the 'I want them to go back, even if it's not what originally happened' camp. So many questions!
Am I the only one thinking that they get sent back to Starswirl the Bearded's time?
That painting.
2199004 That would be the meanest thing, but also hilarious. Although, maybe it could make sense if they didn't want to essentially tell her her future... Making her relax knowing she's gonna succeed anyways... Hmm
Congratulations, Void Chicken. You've successfully killed me via heart attack from a giant cliffhanger.
I knew Twilight can deliver, sooner or later. The only issue they'll be seeing is, will it work? and how far back can they get back? 360 is big but they only need 350 to match their age with their friends.
But something tells me, Twilight has more than just their return spell considered in the runes she found.
But if she never made it back... then...
No Twilight! DON'T!
Besides... they made their new life there. Is it really fair for everypony?
I had a feeling a development like this was in the works when Twilight noticed the painting. Now it's just a question of how exactly the return spell functions.
i'm not surprised that twilight asked about her friends, but i figured sweetie belle would ask about about applebloom and scootaloo
I have read the last chapter as quckly as i could and ... well ... just ... NEED MORE!
And now some theories. Theory 1: I have no doubt that the spell will work just fine, problem will be that sweetiebelle will not be wanting (this problably is not gramaticaly correct) to part with her friends. Spike will not be wanting to part with Twilight and so on ... And why would Celestia and Spike told twilight that the spell will not work? Well if they told her it would work and how, that would cause a paradox, which is never a good thing.
Theory 2: Spell will fail miserably, shredding Twilight and Sweetiebelle to tiny pieces. Or just sending them further to the future.
Either way, oh my I am so looking forward to the next chapter.
PS: Coffee can solve just about anything ... well anything apart from chronic lack of sleep.
2199208 there is more to this then we know! this future is flat, dull, it has marvels yes but celestia is a hairs breath from tyranny. luna is withdrawn from her sister. there are too many variables, she needs to go back.
A little rushed.
Still, I am very excited!
I've been waiting for them to go back. The thing is, Twilight is more of Sweetie Belle's mom now than her biological parents. She spent more time raising her, and was there for the more important years of her childhood. I really hope this doesn't end with Sweetie Belle going "See ya Twilight! I'm off to my real parents."
I mean sure, they'll want her back. But would she really want to go back to them?
She'd be lucky just to recognize them.
maybe going back in time will create a new future
but if they went back they would still be older