Twenty-five years later
“Uh, excuse me…” A man who was wheeling a luggage bag behind him stepped back after accidentally rolling over a woman’s boots. He spoke in broken english. It seemed he was one of those people who didn't carry a translator with them. “Could you, ah, teru me… where I can find… za terminal office?”
The woman he had carelessly bumped into turned around, her greying hair flowing in the air as she whipped around to face him. She had on a beige coat that dropped all the way to her knees, along with a pair of white gloves. Her face was wrinkled, but she still looked lithe and strong for someone of her age.
“The terminal office?” she repeated, her brow creasing over her blue eyes. She didn’t look like she had even registered his luggage going over her feet.
“You see, ah, I cannot find za terminal for my departure,” the man continued, struggling to find the right words. “And I cannot read za signs. Could you direct me?”
The woman gritted her teeth together and clenched a fist. “You can’t read English, but you’re here in Canterlot? Without a proper translator?”
“Ah, tourism, you know. Nice place to see sights…” The man smiled. “I buy plenty of souvenirs to bring home to Japan.”
Japan…
“See this then!” She suddenly kneed him in the abdomen, leaving him reeling on the floor as she walked down the long domain walkway.
Sunset Shimmer had only brought a single suitcase of clothes as she grumpily stalked down towards her gate. People saw her expression and moved out of the way, glad to avoid ending up like the Japanese man earlier.
“Oh, why is my life so miserable…” she complained to herself. “Why did my one and only daughter, whom I love so very much, have to move all the way to Japan after getting married? And not even in a city near the airport, but somewhere so very far away that I still need to take a train once I get there. Tell me why… Now I have to travel all the way there just to see her. Even with the planes and trains getting faster in the last ten years, the journey is still so long.”
She stopped in her tracks and looked up at the glassy ceiling, giving her a clear view of the bright afternoon sky outside. She raised a fist and shook it firmly. “I’ll never forgive the Japanese!”
Still grumbling, Sunset continued the walk to her flight, only stopping to buy some sushi from one of the shops for lunch.
“Then again…” Sunset said as she picked up one of the rice rolls. “They do make some good food. It’s what our nicknames are, anyway.”
Besides traveling all the way there to meet Summer, she would also get to see Bushido Spirit again, Summer’s husband, along with their young daughter, her dearest granddaughter, Shiho.
“Ah, little Shiho…” Summer picked at her sushi’s seaweed. “Perhaps I’ll buy her a present.”
She had been fourteen years old since she had last seen her. Three years have passed since she last set foot in Japan, but she could still remember how cheerful the girl was all the time. It would be awful if her personality had somehow changed drastically since she last met her.
After finishing her meal, Sunset continued to grumble all the way as she eventually boarded the plane, unbeknownst to her, something else was unfolding back in Canterlot, where the Wondercolt statue of Canterlot High School stood proudly.
The base of the statue shimmered and rippled as a lavender arm stuck through it. What came out was a tall and lanky woman, dressed in a tight-fitting striped outfit of purples and pinks, with little blue and magenta crystal stars scattered across the surface. She had long purple hair with pink highlights going through it and behind her, a male followed her through, sporting a green mohawk running down the back of his head. He was dressed in a purple short-sleeved hoodie with a similarly striped shirt inside.
“So this is the human world…” The woman toyed with her fingers as she wriggled them vigorously. She had heard of such things, but this was her first time having them. “Celestia seemed to have loved this place according to her journals. Time to see what all the fuss is about, Spike.”