150 or Below

by KwirkyJ

Cry Out to You

Sunset, what will you do with the crown of Magic? What use is it to you in that strange land? You were always so bright -- what do you know that I do not?

What is your life like, after all these years? Are you happy? Do you have friends? I wish that you are, and do, but I doubt you would return through the mirror to steal a magical artifact if that were so. Are you hurt? I wish to understand, and help if at all I am able.

Can we not talk again? Ponies can grow together as well as apart. I pushed you away, as I had with my own sister and so many others, but it need not be the end.

Please, let me help you. Let me know you.

I miss you. I love you. Do great things.

Author's Note:

Written for the October 2020 prompt "Rising Star".