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// The First Session 
// Story: Sunset's Student 
// by Manaphy 
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	For the first time, Sweetie Belle knew exactly how much time she'd spent sleeping. One hour out of the eight she reclined on her bed was spent snoozing and snoring; the other seven were spent gawking at the ceiling or peeking at the night sky behind the window. The stars all twinkled like fireflies. She wondered if Princess Luna was guarding her at times, though since falling asleep was out of the question, Luna was likely busy helping other ponies. Besides, she'd already learned something twice from the princess.

Most of all, Sweetie yearned to leap off of her bed. Yet at the same time, she'd rather sleep a few minutes longer. Springs squeaked as she shivered under the polka dot sheets, eyes widened and somewhat bloodshot. Getting sleep wasn't a part of her plan, however. Sweetie refused to shut her eyes as the night seemingly refused to end. Each minute took an hour; each hour took an eternity.

Sunset would arrive at her front door soon enough, most likely with a ragged book in her hooves. Questions about how she could walk across clouds, create captivating tunes with a myriad of spells, or even grow some glowing butterfly wings crossed Sweetie's mind, though picking what to ask first only kept her awake.

All she concluded was that getting those wings was bound to result in a disaster. Whatever craziness occurred in the last Best Young Fliers Competition was proof if the stories were true. Her sister, Rarity, switched the conversation without fail whenever it was brought up. The awkwardness filling the air when she and Captain Spitfire met up recently only drove the point home.

Staying meters off the ground for only a few seconds turned her coat pale, however. She'd always become somewhat nauseous when Scootaloo tried to perform stunts whenever she and Apple Bloom were along for the ride.

Spells relating to something harmless like music or levitation must've been the best option. Sweetie slowly nodded; those were what she'd ask about.

Some sunlight peeked through the window and the purple curtains in front of it, trickling down onto Sweetie's face. The light purple walls and some of the chairs and furniture pushed off to the side became known. Unlike her close friends, her room was rather tidy and devoid of any specks of dust. Her sister poking her shoulder and hissing tended to produce such results.

She only hoped Sunset wasn't like that when it came to learning magic.

Rolling to her right, Sweetie peered at the clock atop the nearby desk. The time was six o'clock on the dot. A yawn then left Sweetie's mouth and she stretched her forelegs, joints creaking into place.

"Maybe another hour or two," Sweetie murmured to herself. Closing her eyes, she instinctively pulled the blanket closer to her, clenching onto the fabric. "It's not like anypony's gonna wake me up this early, right?"

A flicking sound reached her ears. Her eyes shot open; Sweetie noticed her room bathing in light, all of the details from the large, oak drawer and the chest where toys rested brightened up. Even the smaller objects surrounding the clock were fully visible, once dimly lit silhouettes of mirrors and tissue boxes. As she rubbed her eyes, Sweetie tossed the blanket away and glanced over to the doorway.

Awaiting her was none other than Rarity. A lantern with a part of the sun held prisoner was in her hoof, illuminating the somewhat mild grin she wore. Why anypony would be ecstatic about waking up this early was beyond Sweetie; Apple Bloom and Scootaloo typically stayed in bed until ten.

"Good morning, dear," Rarity said. "Did you sleep well?"

She opened up the lantern's glass hatch. A light blue aura enveloped her horn and the lantern's light vanished in the blink of an eye. Sweetie scowled at the sight of those magic-powered lanterns. They always indicated she was being dragged out of bed if she refused to budge an inch; memories of whining about not being able to sleep flooded back. And when the room dimmed once more, a stinging sensation coursed through her eyes.

Something about this morning tickled the back of her mind as well. Maybe she forgot something from yesterday.

"I was sleeping okay until everything went bright," Sweetie deadpanned. Groaning, she hopped off her bed, her hooves pressing on the soft, cushion-like carpet. "Got a few hours of sleep."

Rarity made eye contact with Sweetie. A second later, she arched an eyebrow. "I don't see somepony who slept for a long time. I know those squeaking sounds last night weren't because of some ghastly ghost. They even came from your bedroom."

Sweetie blushed and pursed her lips. Come to think of it, she tossed and turned throughout most of the night. "Sorry about that."

"No need to apologize, dear. I see somepony who's excited to be learning about magic." Rarity chuckled, smirking. "I remember when I practiced the spells related to being a seamstress." A sigh left her lips. "Those were the days. My favorite memories had to be the time I partnered up with Cheerilee for a project."

"You worked with my teacher when you were fillies?" Donning a bemused visage, Sweetie cocked her head.

Rarity nodded. "Anyway, when we had to make a poster showing our presentation, I naturally tried adding some flair and decor to the poster. Some glitter here and there and some stylized writing did the trick. However, there was just one problem."

"What?"

"I hadn't gotten the hang of my magic quite yet." Another chortle had left Rarity; she rubbed the back of her neck. "It was rather embarrassing. And remember, this was before I even received my cutie mark. As I was saying, I ended up flinging the glitter around until Cheerilee and I were covered in the thing. I tried salvaging the situation with some cleaning up, only that—" Rarity shrugged "—that ended with us getting drenched in water. It was a catastrophe and the opposite of marvelous."

Sweetie shivered. "D-did you at least do well on the project?"

"Of course we did! It was marvelous! A feast for the eyes!" Rarity's smile brightened. "Our friendship strengthened when all was said and done; it continues to this day!"

"That's so cool!" If silliness and errors forged the friendship between her sister and her teacher long ago, perhaps the inevitably awkward process of learning spells would connect her with Sunset and Twilight. It was as possible as anything at this point. "Glad to know it all went well."

Skipping past Rarity and out the doorway, Sweetie whistled a tune she once heard a while ago. It reminded her of smiling for some reason, a glowing grin forced across her visage. Smiles went for miles in her eyes. If she kept up such smiles, perhaps the first lessons would be smooth sailing.

Yet something also prodded her coat.

Sweetie gazed down the stairs and then back to Rarity. "Um, why are you waking me up at six in the morning?" she asked. Sweetie shrugged, brow raised.

"You're practicing spells with Sunset Shimmer," Rarity said as a matter of fact.

"And?"

"And—you're going to meet up in front of Carousel Boutique at seven, remember?"

"Seven o'clock?" Sweetie tilted her head. "I don't remember the visit being that early."

"You forgot the letter Sunset sent us yesterday?" Rarity sighed, rolling her eyes. "Classic Sweetie Belle."

"What?" Sweetie replied in a defensive tone.

"It's nothing, dear." With a faint smile, Rarity gazed into Sweetie's eyes. The latter pouted. "Maybe you were just so excited that you forgot the time, but no worries. You should still be ready in an hour, dear."

Sweetie paused and assumed a blank expression. In a flash, she shuddered and sprung up as if the floor was a trampoline. "An hour!"

"Are you okay?"

Sweetie landed on her hooves and then quickly nodded. "Yes! I'm fine!"

This was a lie. Her heart was racing, beats filling her ears. The muscles in her legs constricted until her limbs were concrete. The mere act of lifting a foreleg was like trying to pull three carts filled to the brim with Rarity's luggage. But despite wiggling with every short step she took, Sweetie inched forward.

Time was of the essence.

If clearing something as effortless as stairs was proving problematic, Sweetie knew magic would be almost impossible. She gulped.

Sweetie blinked. Why she was fretting over something so simple prodded her mind. A yawn escaped her throat. She then furrowed her brow and focused on the world in front of her.

Holding her breath, Sweetie then barreled down the staircase, finding herself at the lower floor in a matter of seconds. A thud filled the air the moment her hooves crashed against the floor. No time was spent glancing at the empty kitchen, the living room, or where business was usually handled in Carousel Boutique. All Sweetie stared at was the front door.

Her stomach purred for a moment. Breakfast would have to wait.

Then again, magical knowledge would easily suffice.

Out of nowhere, a trio of knocks polluted the air. Sweetie jumped up in the air once more, prancing to the front door behind her and pressing her shoulder against the rough texture. Another set of knocks followed, Sweetie pushing on the wooden frame. A glowing smile was painted across her face once more, though her heartbeats picked up to where she couldn't remain still.

"Who is it?" Sweetie asked. She placed her ear next to the door.

"Hey, Sweetie Belle," Sunset's voice said on the other side. "I've brought some nifty supplies and set up some activities we can do. Are you ready to practice some magic?"

Without hesitating, Sweetie bobbed her head. "You bet!"

"Sounds great! Come outside once you're all set!"

In a flash, Sweetie pushed the door open. A slight breeze blew into her face. Standing before her was Sunset, her eyes glowing and lips curled into a bright smile. A leather saddlebag adorned her, stuffed to the brim with what had to be all sorts of supplies. Sweetie slid toward Sunset and tried peeking at the bag's contents, though the lid closing it shielded the items from her.

"Are you excited?" Sunset asked. Her brief chuckle told Sweetie she already knew the answer.

Sweetie bobbed her head. "Of course I am!" she replied while hopping in place.

From within Carousel Boutique, Rarity descended the staircase and trotted toward Sunset. The two unicorns made eye contact; Rarity waved while Sunset responded in kind. "You must be Sunset Shimmer," Rarity said as a matter of fact. She extended a foreleg out upon reaching her. "It's delightful to meet you."

"Same here, Rarity," Sunset said. The pair shook hooves; they then brought them back to their chests. "So, how are your dresses coming along?"

"They're marvelous, dear." Rarity clasped her hooves together. "I've made a lot of progress on this dress I've been making for Princess Cadance. She's going to adore my exquisite crystal dress when it's ready!"

"Sounds like you've got your hooves full."

Rarity snickered. "I do, but I love the craft." Her beaming expression vanished in an instant, almost as if it was a mirage. In its place was a puzzled look, her lips puckered a bit. "But you're visiting from another dimension—at least that's what Twilight told me, right?"

"I am." Sunset nodded.

"I'm impressed you've learned so much about today's Equestria."

Sunset rubbed the back of her neck, cheeks flushed. "Well, the other dimension has a lot of similarities to this one. Plus, Twilight is helping me out as a living encyclopedia."

"What do you mean about the first bit?" Sweetie asked with an arched eyebrow.

"It's—it's a long story." Sunset paused for a moment. "Trust me."

While Sweetie wished she knew what waited behind the magical mirror, aside from the dimension revolving around school of all things, pressing Sunset on such matters would probably take hours from the sounds of things. Those hours would be better spent on practicing magic. With this in mind, Sweetie merely nodded with a slight smile.

"Do you want to join us, Rarity?" Sunset continued. "You're more than welcome to keep us company."

"I'd love to, but I'm sadly busy at the moment," Rarity said. "Thank you for the offer. I'll make sure to join you when my schedule clears up." She stepped back, placing a hoof on the door. "Anyway, I hope your lessons are delightful, Sweetie Belle!"

"They will be!" Sweetie chimed. Trotting away from Carousel Boutique with Sunset, Sweetie waved her hoof across as Rarity followed in kind. "See ya, Rarity!"

"Goodbye, dear!"

The moment a thunderous clack polluted the air, Carousel Boutique's front door now closed, Sweetie raised her head and made eye contact with Sunset. Her legs couldn't help but wobble as she trotted alongside her; Sweetie was certain she'd learn how to fly just on the power of anticipation, if such a thing was even possible. A world of excitement was awaiting, after all.

Something still felt off, however.

"Were Sunset and Rarity friends at one point?" Sweetie murmured to herself.

If they met, surely her sister would've informed her about Sunset at some point. After all, her sister almost always explained whatever was going on, complicated projects or world-changing phenomena being the sole exceptions for obvious reasons. It was common knowledge that one shouldn't interrupt Rarity, though Sweetie tended to ignore this rule at times.

"Sunset?" Sweetie blurted out.

"What's wrong?" Sunset replied, head tilted. "Is there anything you're unsure about?"

"How—did you know so much about Rarity?" Sweetie rubbed the top of her head. The strands of her mane tickled her hoof. "I mean, it's one thing to know she makes dresses, but you acted like you've met her before." She shrugged. "Have you?"

"You know about that long story?"

Sweetie nodded, lips pursed.

"See, I don't know if Twilight explained this to you, but in the alternate dimension, there are near-exact counterparts to the ponies in Equestria."

"There are?" Sweetie's pupils shrunk and her jaw dropped a little. "I-I guess that would explain Celestia being a principal or something like that, but everypony has a second them? Do I have a second me? What would even happen if I met my other self? Would we all go crazy and magic go weird? Maybe—"

"Whoa, calm down there." Sunset gently poked Sweetie's shoulder. "I've got the answers you need to each of those questions."

Aches covered Sweetie's forehead, almost as if an ice pick was wedged in there. Unsurprising, given how each question which popped in her brain was followed with another question, only for the process to repeat itself.

With eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, Sweetie exhaled. "What are the answers, Sunset Shimmer?"

"From the top, everypony does have a counterpart in the other dimension, and that does include you."

Sweetie slowly bobbed her head, feigning understanding. Just getting the details down would've required as much effort as pushing a boulder up an infinitely tall hill.

"And as for what would happen if the two of you met each other—" Sunset shrugged "—literally nothing but some initial confusion would happen. Don't worry, Sweetie Belle." Playfully rubbing her head, a giggle escaped Sunset's mouth. "Nothing bad will come out of the other dimension. Trust me, I've witnessed all sorts of stuff there. Twilight can vouch for me."

With another deep breath, Sweetie wiped her brow, smiling. "That's a relief."

"Yeah, it sure is."

"But how do you plan on getting back to your world?"

Sunset donned a faint smirk. "You have a habit for asking a lot of good questions, huh?"

Sweetie raised an eyebrow, a bemused look painted on her. A second passed; Sunset snickered once more.

"Anyway, that's part of the reason why I've come back to Equestria. Well, one of the many reasons. See, the portal normally opens after a long period of time. While the time seems to vary based on the few written accounts on it, the average and most common time it takes to open without interference is about thirty moons."

"Thirty?" Sweetie nudged closer to Sunset. "That's a long time."

"It is. And remember how you wrote in that journal yesterday?"

"I do." The sight of Twilight's scowling visage was one which wasn't going away soon; it was the same story for witnessing Sunset exit the mirror and the dazzling display that joined it. "Does the journal have something to do with the mirror?"

"Normally, it doesn't. Princess Celestia gave me the journal as a gift while I was still one of her students." Sunset's shoulders sagged. "I never got the chance to properly thank her for that gift." In a flash, Sunset straightened her posture again, the cheerful demeanor on her face returning as if it never went away. Sweetie briefly assumed a bemused visage at the sight. "But let's not dwell on the details. Anyway, Twilight was able to use the journal's magical properties to manually open up the portal. Technically, she could cross dimensions at any time."

Sweetie gasped. "That's so cool!"

"However, there's a problem with relying on the journals for crossing the mirror. What if we're in the same dimension, but we're too far away to contact each other? We could cast a magic spell, but the time it normally takes to travel from one place to the next sometimes takes too long, especially if you don't have a dragon's breath to help you out."

"I see how that would be a problem." Sweetie rubbed the top of her head and scrunched her muzzle. "Maybe there's some kind of spell that's similar to using the journal, but allows you to use the journals for crossing the mirror. Maybe it wouldn't be as fast as the journal, but it'd be a start."

"That's kind of what we're starting with, though even doing that's easier said than done. It has been in the planning stages for some time. Twilight and I have written to each other about this for the past few weeks concerning this question." Pausing for a moment, Sunset then halted her progress. "Remember when I whispered to Twilight yesterday?"

"I do." Sweetie stopped in her tracks as well. "Was part of your conversation about that?"

Sunset bobbed her head. "Bingo. I'm living at Twilight's during this process, and in between our study sessions, we're going to be experimenting with long distance communication spells and devices, using the journal as a sort of benchmark. We've planned a few ideas already, though we need to do some more research before testing them."

"I get it!" Sweetie paused. "But what about getting back home when you want?"

"A magical surge into the mirror will do the trick. It only goes one way, after all."

Nodding, Sweetie then glanced around the environment. A sprawling grassland with some distant cottages and nearby trees surrounded her. There were also some objects ranging from a tiny cushion to boulders twice her size. All were spread out in a row and arranged by size and possibly weight. A few other items such as fruits and bread rested within a woven basket. Most of them were covered by a red and white picnic blanket, however. What any of these had in common with each other, let alone learning about magic, was a mystery to Sweetie.

"Um, Sunset?" Sweetie murmured as she turned toward Sunset. "What's this?"

"It's the site of our first exercise," Sunset answered.

"Exercise?"

"It's simple." Sunset trotted over to the series of inanimate objects. "We're going to be lifting these objects, moving them to a specific spot, and going from there until they prove too heavy."

Jumping up in the air, Sweetie's eyes widened. "What?" She already knew how to pick up and levitate objects. A while ago, she managed to pilfer the keys which freed Trouble Shoes back in Appleoosa without too much trouble, and it wasn't as though this was something awe-inspiring. In fact, it was duller than dirt in her eyes.

It was literally dirt in some ways.

"Sweetie, you do want to learn magic, right?"

"Of course I do!" Sweetie squeaked. Pouting, her eyes shimmered as she waddled up to Sunset's chest. "I wanna do cool spells like you just mentioned! Walking on clouds, making plants grow, and creating unique music are what I wanna do!"

"We'll get there, but we need to start with the basics."

"But what about—"

"Sorry, but you're not ready to help out with our research just yet." A sigh left Sunset. "We've mentioned this before."

"I know, but—"

"Do you want magic lessons or not?"

Taking a few hoofsteps back, Sweetie assumed a downcast visage. She gently kicked the air before standing completely still for the first time in hours. As much as it hurt, Sweetie knew Sunset was right. She wished she could argue against Sunset's words and go straight to learning the spells which piqued her curiosity, but starting small made sense. Almost all unicorns used their magic for such purposes, after all.

"Okay, I'll start small," Sweetie muttered. She straightened her posture and focused on the cushion. "Should I start with the cushion?"

"You've got the right idea," Sunset said. "You'll be making a lot of progress in no time!"

Sweetie squinted at the small cushion as she trotted toward it. Lifting something as small and light as a cushion shouldn't be difficult, Sweetie recalling her previous endeavors in using magic. With a deep breath, she shut out the rest of the world, solely focusing on the fluffed cushion. An electric-like surge coursed through her horn and a light green aura enveloped it. The same aura soon surrounded the cushion, the pillow hovering in the air as though it was sentient.

A beaming grin adorned Sweetie's face. "Too easy," she said with confidence.

"Can you toss the pillow over here, please?" Sunset asked.

With a gentle flick, the pillow glided across the air, the green glow surrounding it vanishing as it traveled toward Sunset. Replacing the green light was a golden glow, Sunset's horn giving off the latter color as she stood without budging an inch.

"So I guess I should try the next one," Sweetie said. "Same thing as before?"

Sunset nodded. "That's correct. I'm ready when you are."

Sweetie turned toward the next object in line, a sack of flour. The brown, ragged bag was about as large as she was, looking like a less comfortable version of the cushion she'd lifted without trouble. And since Sweetie sometimes helped Rarity in the kitchen, usually after failed attempts to get out of helping, repeating the process should be a cinch.

As before, her horn became lit with a green light; the aura enveloped the sack a second later. With a deep breath, Sweetie willed the flour to ascend a few inches upward. She closed her eyes and lifted her head, imagining the flour following her instructions. It'd definitely take to the skies soon enough.

Sweetie opened her eyes.

However, the flour failed to budge an inch.

"Huh?" Sweetie blurted out. She clenched her teeth; twinges coursed through her body as her horn emitted a brighter light. A bit more magic was bound to help out.

The flour was as lazy as ever, refusing to even lift an inch off the ground.

Sweetie blushed. Why she was having trouble lifting some flour was illogical. She'd lifted items as heavy as or heavier than filled sacks, but something about this poked the back of her mind. There had to be a missing ingredient. But Sweetie knew she was on the right track. At the same time, such thoughts still existed.

A cold sweat poured down Sweetie's brow. Sharp aches covered her muscles, almost as though a serpent coiled around her legs.

She sensed her grip on the sack loosening. The world became a hazy blur. 

Blinking, Sweetie ceased casting the spell on the flour. Clarity returned to her in a flash. Her lungs burned like a furnace as she huffed and puffed. With a downcast expression, Sweetie sighed and sulked. Perhaps mastering magic in a reasonable time was nothing more than just a dream. Since Twilight and other ponies such as that Starlight Glimmer she'd hear about had cutie marks relating to magic, Sweetie wondered if that was the key.

Sweetie winced. She couldn't be bound by her cutie mark. And despite getting her mark after countless trials, even she had a few questions about it aside from how it related to helping others find their special talents and singing. Anything easily understood was welcome in her eyes, even if it came with additional questions that prodded her.

Gently kicking the air, Sweetie trudged back to where Sunset stood.

"Don't worry," Sunset muttered. She rubbed the top of Sweetie's head and then wrapped her in a hug. "You'll get the hang of it soon enough."

"But I wanna get it now," Sweetie said.

"I didn't master magic right away. It was the same story for Twilight, too. We both needed to practice and study in order to learn even the basics of magic." Releasing Sweetie from her warm embrace, Sunset then cracked a faint smile. The sight of it warmed Sweetie's chest a little, though she still wore a glum expression. "When I was your age, even though I'd studied magic for over two years, I still realized I had much to learn. Some spells took me what felt like ages." Shuddering for a moment, Sunset rubbed the back of her neck. "Trying to learn how to manipulate water was an experience I won't forget."

Another sigh escaped Sweetie's lips. "But I can't even lift a stupid sack." Sitting down, she crossed her forelegs and pouted. "You could do some spells when you were my age, but I can't do almost anything."

"Sweetie Belle." Sunset placed a hoof to her chest; she pursed her lips. "How long have you practiced magic?"

"A few minutes."

Nodding, Sunset approached Sweetie and sat down next to her. Warmth and a softness covered Sweetie's shoulders, the filly soon noticing Sunset wrapping a foreleg around her like a blanket. She couldn't help herself from donning the slightest of smirks. There was something about small gestures which touched her heart. Maybe she learned it from Rarity; both of them bonding at the Sisterhooves Social a while ago acted as a possible impetus for such feelings.

"Do you know how much I could do when I started out?" Sunset asked in a calm tone.

Sweetie shook her head.

"Almost nothing."

"Huh?" With an arched eyebrow, Sweetie tilted her head. Her jaw drooped a tad.

"I could lift small, light objects like you could back then. Other than that, nothing. I felt down about it as well, but I never gave up. I kept on trying to do the best I could, even if I felt as though I had reached my limit. I continued working my way up as I practiced more, eventually becoming skilled at magic. I wouldn't be surprised if Twilight's experiences were similar. Everypony I knew started out the same way."

"Okay. But—will I be able to do cool spells soon? You know, like the ones Twilight or Star Swirl can do?"

Sunset gently patted Sweetie's back. She then pushed herself upright, swishing her tail for a moment. "We'll get to those soon enough. Maybe it'll take time to do them all and maybe you'll have trouble casting them at first, but we'll get there sooner than later." She nodded. "I promise."

"Really?" Springing into the air and landing on all fours, Sweetie nudged closer to Sunset.

"I'm not going back on a promise like that." Sunset smirked.

"That's good." Sweetie paused for a moment and crossed her forelegs. "Still, I don't know if I'll even come close to learning those kinds of spells."

"I think you'll get there one day." Sunset playfully nudged Sweetie. "Don't give up so easily, okay? Can you promise me that you'll keep trying?"

Sweetie rubbed her muzzle. While learning advanced spells seemed further away than ever before, there was still a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe there were some tougher spells she'd find as simple as lifting a cushion. And if Sunset's glowing eyes were anything to go by, Sweetie knew she couldn't give up right away.

She didn't give up on finding a cutie mark, after all.

"Okay, I'll keep trying," Sweetie said, nodding. "I promise to do my best."

"That's the spirit!" Sunset cheered. Brightly grinning, she rubbed Sweetie's mane for a second. "Even if you're still unsure, you've got to keep on going. That's one of the most important steps in learning magic."

"Well, if friendship is the greatest magic, I—" Sweetie straightened her posture "—I can see that. Thanks, Sunset. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome!" A purring sound reached Sweetie's ears. For reasons unbeknownst to her, Sunset's cheeks flushed a little. "Say, do you want to have a picnic?"

"I'd love to!" Anypony who knew Sweetie could say with certainty that she'd almost never turn down a fun meal. "Wanna hang out with Rarity at Sugarcube Corner?"

"We shall." Sunset motioned a hoof at Sweetie, the latter trotting forward. "Let's clean up first and then we'll get going." She scanned the environment before turning back to Sweetie. "I'll let you lead the way."

Even if the expression on her face was bright and full of bliss once more, messing up on the sack of flour still stung like a hornet. But despite the extra baggage weighing her down a tad, Sweetie kept her chin up. Just because today was a bit rough in terms of mastering spells didn't count out the next day being even better.

Maybe lifting that pesky flour was in her future.

And questions relating to magic still lingered. If Sunset knew so much about the mirror, there was no doubt she'd have other nuggets of knowledge to share. Sweetie just hoped they didn't send chills down her spine akin to when Sunset told her about the mirror and the mirror world.

First, she'd have to address her growling, tingling stomach.