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Just one small thing

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While renovating her home, Sunny Starscout stumbles upon a hidden letter from her father atop an old worn book.

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Interesting idea and headcanon. I think I like it. :pinkiesmile:

Who is Suns , exactly? We scanned every particle of that book to try and find the last few letters of their name, but it was no luck. Every note had either faded or torn just where we needed it. Trust me; this kept your mother and me up for days. Sunspot? Sunshine? Sunshimmer? Sunswirl? We created a list of every known “Suns(...)” and tried to find somepony Princess Twilight interacted with who fit the moniker.

So close! :trollestia:

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Figured I’d throw a bone to the G3 fans out there :trollestia:

So Sunny was named after Sunset Shimmer? (I've heard Sunset called Sunny before. And she is pretty much the only thing I like about Equestria Girls now)

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Unknowingly, yes!

I believed (and still do today) that Sunny never actually existed. The book we found was some sort of private poetry journal of Princess Twilight’s, and this Sunny was nothing but a formless muse given name. I relented that, at most, Sunny may have existed in reality, but she was still just a generic placeholder. That felt like the rational answer from my perspective, considering the limited resources we had at our disposal.

What's funny is that this is pretty accurate to real life historians.

Sunny sighed. “Well, eventually, but there’s just one thing . . .” She grasped the old book in her hands. “My dad said in the letter that this book was nearly destroyed when he found it,” She quickly flipped through the pages, “But it looks good as new.”

Discord? Are you giving Sunny some aid?

The only pony who was just as excited about all of my interests was a little filly in the same level of classes as me: your mother. We were foalhood friends in every sense of the word, the only two schoolfillies who were wholly absorbed by the great empire of the past, enraptured in any worn-down tomes and folk tales we could get our hooves on. If we weren’t studying Equestrian history, we were roleplaying some of the great moments throughout it—the banishment and the eventual return of Nightmare Moon, the defeat of Discord, the Royal Wedding, the ascension of Twilight Sparkle—and making countless cherished memories in the process.

Well, that's good to know Sunny's mother was interested in Equestria's past like her father! :pinkiehappy:

Please understand, Sunny, I don’t hold this against your mother. Everypony desires to fit in. I never once began to dislike her; I pitied her for losing the confidence to be herself. I never fought with anypony that attempted to bully me; I just had no time to spare for such foalishness. They all grew out of it when I stopped responding, anyway.

Poor Argyle. :fluttercry:

At the end of our schooling years, just as our class officially upgraded from fillies and colts to mares and stallions, your mother seemed to realize the error of her ways. After being quite cold to me for many years, she abruptly asked to follow me home one evening. Suspecting a chance for reconciliation, I invited her to this very house, which I had just inherited, and showed her how much my historical collection had grown over the years. Quite the first date, huh?

Damn. :pinkiegasp:

There was something odd about that place, though, a whisper in the back of our head telling us to leave. We didn’t stay long, just filled our wagon with a few particularly interesting artifacts and headed back home. Some of the books still on my shelves today came from that place. I'm hesitant to say the name of the city—we really did not spend enough time to be certain—but if that was not the mystical Canterlot, then I have no idea what it could have been.

Or maybe it was Ponyville. :applejackunsure:

Our haul, although quite plentiful, had little information we didn’t already know of. That, combined with the eerie feel of the city—and the following events upon our return—led me to forget to write out any directions for future reference. Life soon got in the way, as it always does, and I never found the time to retrace my steps. If you’re reading this and interested enough, Sunny, let me know if you would like to try and find that city again. I’m sure I could find my way back with you by my side.

Which will sadly not be happening. :pinkiesad2:

But there were about three pages that actually had legible writing upon them. And, Sunny, until this point, your mother and I were just amateurs. Everything we did was second-hoof, and there was no discovery of our own to make. So when we examined these pages and found that they matched Princess Twilight Sparkle’s hornwriting to the letter, we became pretty ecstatic.

Wait, how would they recognize her writing? :applejackconfused:

“ Dear Suns(...)”

Omg, it was the journal she used to talk with Sunset, can't believe they found that! :scootangel:

Who is Suns , exactly? We scanned every particle of that book to try and find the last few letters of their name, but it was no luck. Every note had either faded or torn just where we needed it. Trust me; this kept your mother and me up for days. Sunspot? Sunshine? Sunshimmer? Sunswirl? We created a list of every known “Suns(...)” and tried to find somepony Princess Twilight interacted with who fit the moniker.

Weird how they didn't think Sunset, but they were young back then so it makes sense. :ajsmug:

And so we argued for several more hours. This was really the first time we had ever found ourselves at such an impasse, at least since she stopped making fun of me at school. I said she was ridiculous and had nothing but a hunch. If there truly were somepony close to Princess Twilight this much, they would be cataloged somewhere, and all good sources had no recollection of this Sunny whatsoever. She said that Sunny could have been a secret lover. I noted that Princess Twilight was celibate all her life; a secret lover was an enticing thought, but she was probably just a friend—if she even existed.

She was. A friend that resided in another world. :twilightsmile:

I eventually got out of my stupor and searched for her all across town. The second I saw her I got on my knees in apology, saying I was sorry I didn’t understand what she was feeling, and that I’ve always loved her; typical phrases of a foolish colt finally realizing what he actually wanted in his life. It fortunately did not take much for her to forgive me, and we officially became and item that day. She gave me some of the best years I ever had. The whole debacle with Twilight and Sunny faded into memory, too; we had a life to live and a family to build.

became an item that day.*

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As for the handwriting, I figured that Argyle probably had something in a history book or other artifact of Twilight’s (she was head Princess for a good amount of time, chances are her hornwriting was logged somewhere) that he used to compare.

As for them not thinking of the name Sunset, they probably did but it was just as arbitrary as the others - no record of former Princess Celestia’s disgraced student made it through societal collapse.

Thanks for reading and the fixes!

Twilight really should've documented Sunset Shimmer better.

is this going to have a sequel also great story

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I'm not currently planning on it, although I may wrap it into some future stories for fun. Thanks!

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the photo looks from 1977 or 2001

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Just a little basic editing and filtering of screenshots can get pretty good results! I was trying to encompass the tone of the story and definitely wanted that "days not too long ago, but you don't remember" feel.

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Or some spell, knowing Twilight she might have put some protective enchantments on her journal. What those exactly are or do is unknown, but to speculate via a cliche it keeps the journal from being read by the unworthy/wrong hooves/etc.

Interesting. I have recorded reading this for the Audiobook version to come soon :)

You know, my first thought was that when magic returned the book was restored. I wonder if the book still works and if Sunset is still there.

After a day or so of travel, we found ourselves in front of the abandoned ruins of a city. Oh, if only I had drawn a map! It was truly a fantastic sight: so many streets and houses straight out of our foalhood imagination had become a reality before our very eyes.
There was something odd about that place, though, a whisper in the back of our head telling us to leave. We didn’t stay long, just filled our wagon with a few particularly interesting artifacts and headed back home.

Sunny: "Well then, time to gather some pegasus friends to search the town and some unicorn friends to analyze that whisper."

I'm hesitant to say the name of the city—we really did not spend enough time to be certain—but if that was not the mystical Canterlot, then I have no idea what it could have been.

Not necessarily: Canterlot was on the top of a mountain (something he likely would have mentioned or remembered), and easy to see from very far away.
So it must have been something else. Maybe a greatly expanded Ponyville?

I believed (and still do today) that Sunny never actually existed. The book we found was some sort of private poetry journal of Princess Twilight’s, and this Sunny was nothing but a formless muse given name.

Suddenly one of the nearby mirrors started to glow, followed by someone passing through it.
"I beg to differ."
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Good story!
I enjoyed reading it.

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