> Phoenix-born rising - the ascension of Sunset Shimmer [1st ed.]
>  by The Voice in the Water
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> The choosing - phoenix-born ascendant
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Sunset Shimmer’s eyes slowly fluttered open as she took a deep breath, the blissful oblivion of sleep slowly falling away as she returned to the waking world. As her mind began to fully awaken, the ten year old fire-caller took in her surroundings, a brief moment of panic filling her heart at the sight of the unfamiliar room and bed. Her eyes rapidly scanned the room as she desperately tried to figure out where she was. All around her were dozens of other young girls, each still blissfully sleeping in simple yet comfortable bunks. 

This wasn’t the orphanage, and those weren’t her roommates. Her breathing became shallow, and she felt panic rising in her chest, before her rational mind took over.

‘I’m not in Golden Tree. I’m in Solaria.’ She thought to herself. As soon as she remembered that single detail, she felt herself calm down. Only for her panic to begin to come back a thousand fold.

Today was the big day. The one she’d journeyed all the way to Solaria to witness.

The day of the phoenix rite. 

The once-a-century event where a new phoenix would hatch, and with it, choose one sun-gazer to become its immortal bond companion, and rise to one of the highest echelons of Solarian society. It was a momentous occasion, and one that few sun-gazers ever got to witness.

With a sigh, Sunset threw the covers off, and, as quietly as she could, made her way to the kitchen. If she was back home, she would get dressed, make herself a hearty breakfast, then head out into the chilly, early morning air to meet with Bronze Hammer, the forge master she was apprenticing under. There, she would spend the day helping him craft useful items for the residents of Golden Tree. Among all of his apprentices, Bronze expected the most from Sunset, as she, in his opinion, had the greatest potential of all his students. Sunset, for her part, had grown to enjoy the challenges he gave her. It wasn’t just an opportunity to show off her talent, but spend time with the closest thing to a father she’d ever known.

But now, Golden Tree was hundreds of kilometers away.

Entering the dormitory kitchen, she sighed. She missed Bronze so much, but she couldn’t pass up this opportunity. No matter how homesick she was. Taking a bowl, Sunset served herself a medium helping of oatmeal, then grabbed an apple, and sat down at one of the benches. Sunset was glad the other girls were still sleeping. She wasn’t sure if she could deal with them right now.

‘Eight more hours, and then you head back to Golden Tree.’ Sunset thought as she ate her oatmeal and mediocre apple. 

‘AJ’s are better.’ She thought with a frown. The quality of the fruit just made her miss home even more, with her thoughts once again turning to her friends, and the events of the last three months.

*****

Sunset stood in line with the other children of Golden Tree, her hands trembling. A year ago, Lumina, the phoenix queen, had laid an egg, heralding the beginning of the search for worthy candidates to bond with the newest phoenix. Inspectors from Solaria soon began to journey out from the capital and to each of the cities, towns and villages, seeking out children with strong inner fire, for only those with the greatest of flames could win the approval of a phoenix.

Sunset could barely contain her excitement. Ahead of her in line, she could see the distinctive forms of her friends Pinkie Pie, Applejack and Rainbow Dash. Each girl had potent inner fire, Sunset knew, so one of them might be chosen. Sunset’s heart sank a little at the thought of losing one of her friends, but soon swelled back to full. How cool would that be to have a friend that had ascended. And as much as she wanted it herself, she wouldn’t be mad if it was one of them. They deserved it just as much as she did. Maybe even more.

The hours passed slowly as the inspectors tested the children. Soon it was Sunset’s turn, and she found herself standing before a stern, unpleasant looking earth-weaver with purple skin and magenta hair.

“Name?” She said.

“Sunset Shimmer, ma’am.”

“Hmm.” The woman said, looking at her list. “Says here that you’re an orphan, and you’ve apprenticed under forge master Bronze Hammer. Is that right?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sunset said.

“Hmph. Very well, come with me, and we’ll get this over with.”

Sunset found herself led into a small tent, where two other inspectors, a dour looking sky-runner with silver hair, and blue skin / wings, and waspish fire-caller with yellow hair / spirit gem and green skin, were seated behind a desk, each one looking at Sunset with dispassion.

“Very well.” The earth-weaver said as she took a seat next to the others. “Step forward and stand on the bronze disk on the floor. This will measure the quality and quantity of your inner fire.”

“Okay.” Sunset said as she obeyed. As she did, she felt a wave of energy pass over her, filling her with radiant warmth. She found herself smiling at the sensation, as it filled her with a sense of peace and contentment that she rarely ever felt. All to soon, the warmth left her as the power of the disk died down. Opening her eyes, she looked at the inspectors, only for her heart to sink. The three of them were whispering in hushed tones as they wrote down some notes on their clipboards, their frowns deepening further as they glared at her.

“That will be all. Leave now.” The sky-runner said, before dismissing Sunset with a wave of his hand.

*****

Sunset sat in her room, looking out over the courtyard of the orphanage. Her test had come back negative. Her flame wasn’t strong enough. She’d wanted to cry, but had held back. Only nine candidates were ever chosen for the phoenix rite, three from each race, so her chances were always slim. 

Still, she’d hoped.

A foolish hope, perhaps, but it had been there. But, she was still determined to witness the phoenix rite. The problem was that she had no money to purchase a ticket to the event. So, with no other options, she’d sent in an application to work at the ceremony as a server. Like being chosen for the rite, she knew the chances of her being selected were minuscule, but it was her last chance.  

After she’d sent in her application, she’d gone back to her regular routine: waking up, heading to the forge, and working until sundown. And every evening, when she got home, she’d held out hope that there would be a letter from Solaria, saying her application had been approved. But, as the days to the phoenix rite drew ever closer, her hope fell further and further.

And so, she found herself sitting in the orphanage’s bunk room, watching the evening sky as her roommates gossiped. Normally, she’d have joined in. Or gone to visit one of her friends. But now, she just wanted to be left in peace.

“Sunset?” 

Sunset turned her head towards the voice of Tender Heart, the orphanage’s matron, who was standing in the doorway to the bunk room.

“Yea, I’m here.” Sunset said.

Tender Heart made her way into the room, before handing Sunset a letter, a subtle smile on her lips.

“What’s this?” Sunset had asked.

“Open it.” Tender Heart had said.

Looking at the parchment, Sunset broke the wax seal, and unfolded the letter. As she read, tears began to fill her eyes as a high pitched shriek of joy erupted from her throat, startling the other girls in the room.

“They accepted me! They accepted me! I’m going to the rite! Oh Celestia! I’m going to Solaria to see the phoenix rite!” Sunset screamed as she stood and threw her arms around a smiling Tender Heart.

“I’m so happy for you Sunset.” The matron said as she returned the hug, petting the young fire-caller’s crimson and gold tresses.

*****

That had been over a week ago, and today was the big day. With a heavy sigh, Sunset thought back on her time in Solaria. Like the other children chosen to assist with the event, Sunset had gone through a crash course in proper etiquette and protocol. Like all of the others, Sunset had dutifully memorized every tiny detail she could. She knew all of the children chosen were walking on wet parchment, and one mistake would get them sent back home. So she threw her all into her assignments, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t mess up. 

Somehow, she’d made it through.

And now? Now she stood on the precipice of a once in a lifetime experience. One that someone like her could only dream of seeing.

Soon, the other children began to filter in and get their breakfasts. Sunset greeted the few that said hello or good morning. Finishing up her own meal, Sunset rose from the table and, walking to the kitchen, washed her dishes, then made her way to the locker-room.

Stripping off her night-clothes, she pulled the serving girl’s uniform from her locker. It was a simple affair: a white blouse with red vest, and knee-length, pleated, red skirt. A pair of simple, golden Mary Janes and red socks rounded out the outfit. With a determined nod, Sunset got dressed, making sure to keep her outfit as impeccable as possible. 

Once she was dressed, she went to one of the mirrors, and began to brush her hair, and put it into a high ponytail, as she’d been instructed. Once she was satisfied with the results, Sunset made her way out of the room and to her final destination of the morning: the auditorium where they would receive their assignments. Then, it was a short carriage ride from the dorm to the amphitheater where the event would take place. 

Pushing the door to the classroom open, Sunset saw she was the only one present. With a relieved sigh, she took a seat near the front of the room. Not too close so as to appear over-eager, but close enough that she’d be ready when called. Once she had settled herself, she pulled out a server’s manual from under the chair, and began to review the protocols she’d be following. They were labyrinthine in their complexity, but, she admitted to herself, compared to learning the steps to a forging dance, they weren’t that hard. It was just that there were so many of them.

Soon, her nerves began to get the best of her again, and she found herself getting antsy. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to drift back to home. To her forge. There was safety and familiarity in the memory. The sweltering heat of the furnaces. The rhythmic beating of hammers on hot metal. The rush of her inner fire as she channeled it through her spell-dances to aid in the forging process. Losing herself in memories of forging, she set the manual aside and let her mind drift to a happier place.

At the minutes passed, more and more of the children filed in and took their seats, breaking Sunset’s trance with their chatter. Sunset did her best to make small talk with the other girls that had taken seats near her, but she found it a poor substitute for her hammer and tongs. That was where she belonged. At her forge.

‘This was a mistake.’ She thought to herself with a sigh. ‘I don’t belong here.’

Hearing the door open and the room go quiet, Sunset looked up to see a familiar woman walk into the room. She was pale skinned, with a pair of large, red glasses, a no-nonsense business suit, and simple yet functional black shoes. But, most striking of all, was her hair: instead of the normal tresses of a mortal, her head was topped with a crown of blazing black flame. And perched on her shoulder, on a special leather pad, was a magnificent red and gold bird. All of the children present went silent as she walked to the front of the room, for they knew who this was: Raven Inkwell, senechal and right hand of the Sun Queen Celestia, and the oldest phoenix-born in existence, with her bond partner Dilys. 

This was the woman who would be overseeing the phoenix rite. And, the one who had overseen their training for the event.

As she approached the podium at the head of the room, Dilys took to the air and landed on a specially made gold and ruby perch, while Raven turned to her assembled charges before clearing her throat.

“Thank you all for your efforts over the last week. Now, today is the big day.” She said to the assembled children. “Under your chairs, you will find a small slip of paper. In a moment, I will give you your assignments. If you have any concerns, please see me after the assembly, and we can address them. Are there any questions?”

None of the children raised their hands.

“Very well.” Raven said as she stepped back from the podium. Raven closed her eyes as her body began to sway, her hands weaving through the air as she began to dance. Sunset and the other students watched in awe as Raven wove her magic, her body moving with a precision born of centuries of experience in spell dancing. Soon, Raven’s inner fire began to manifest, and a wave of light burst forth and spread through the room. As her dance died down and the trance of watching her passed, the children looked to their assignments. Most seemed pleased, others elated. A few let out disappointed groans.

But for Sunset, none of that mattered. All that she heard was a sharp ringing in her ears as her mind nearly collapsed in pure terror. This couldn’t be right. There had to be some sort of mistake. There was no way that this was her assignment. 

Sunset could barely hear Raven as she resumed her speech to the room, her hands trembling in terror as she continued to stare at the paper in her hands. She only broke free of her trance when she was poked in the shoulder by the girl sitting next to her. Looking up, she realized that the assembly was over. 

Slowly rising to her feet, Sunset made her way to the front of the room, where at least two dozen young fire-callers, earth-weavers and sky-runners were waiting their turn to speak with Raven.

All too soon, Sunset found herself at the front of the line. Slowly approaching, Sunset couldn’t raise her eyes as she stood before Raven. 

“Sunset. This is a surprise.” Raven said in her normal, professional tone, which slowly morphed into a concerned frown as she saw the young girl trembling. “What’s wrong, young one? You look like you’re about to faint.”

“I’m sorry Lady Raven, but… this can’t be right.” Sunset said as she held up her assignment.

Humming to herself, Raven regarded the paper. “No, that’s right.”

“But your Ladyship.” Sunset pled, “I’ve been assigned to the very front of the theatre. By the stage.”

“Yes, you have.” Raven said with a warm smile.

“But, that’s where the nobles are seated.” Sunset pled, finally raising her head to look at Raven, her face twisted with fear. “I… I can’t do it. I don’t want to end up getting tossed in the dungeon for making a mistake around them. You know what they’re like. They hate people like me.”

Leaning forward, Raven rested a hand on Sunset’s shoulder.

“Sunset, dear child, you may not know it, but you are the perfect person for the job. In the week I’ve been supervising your training, not once did you make a mistake when bringing orders to your table, fail an etiquette exam, or even once embarrass yourself.” Raven said, the flame of her hair wavering softly as she spoke, “You are one of the most qualified to handle the front rows. I trust you to do this job. Do you trust me and my judgement.”

Swallowing hard, Sunset looked up at the elder phoenix-born before her. A woman who had seen centuries of life, and overseen so many ascension ceremonies. And she trusted Sunset.

“I… I do trust you, your Ladyship.” Sunset said with less fear than before.

“Good girl. I know you’ll do fine. And, just think, you’ll have a front row view when the rite is happening. Not many can make that claim.” Raven said as she stood back up to her full height and patted Sunset reassuringly on the head. “Now, run along. You’ve got a carriage to catch.”

“Yes, your Ladyship.” Sunset said with a bow as she scurried off.

Raven watched as the young girl rushed to catch up with the rest of her peers. Unknown to her young wards, a small smile crept onto her face.

*****

“Here is your Verdant Grassland, your Lordship. And your 277 Silver-berry Wine, your Ladyship.” Sunset said as she placed the drinks on the table before the two finely dressed sky-runners.

Neither of them appeared to notice. Which was fine. Sunset knew that they knew their drinks were there. They just wouldn’t deign to recognize Sunset’s presence. She was far too far beneath them for that. Instead, Sunset simply bowed and moved on.

After her initial fear had worn off, Sunset found herself relaxing into her job. It was tough, but she managed to keep herself together throughout the event. Take drink orders, head back to the bar, collect said drinks, bring them back, move on. Don’t make eye contact. Speak only when spoken to. Use proper titles.

This was fine. She was fine. She could do this.

Compared to the rigors of a forging dance, this was easy.

Approaching the next table, Sunset winced inwardly, but kept her features schooled. The table was occupied by none other than Spitfire and Steel Sentry. Of the two, Spitfire had the most infamous reputation. 

The youngest of the current four phoenix-born, she was captain of one of the most elite military units in Solaria: the Sun-blades. The young captain was notorious for her perfectionist streak, and her feats in battle. Sitting next to her was Steel Sentry, oldest living phoenix-born after Raven, and a ranking officer in the Solar Guard. Though not as hot-blooded as Spitfire, he was nonetheless an intimidating figure, having protected the capital for nearly eight centuries. Perched on special gold and ruby stands next to both were a pair of regal phoenixes, the bond partners of the two leaders, the one next to Spitfire named Akari, with the one by Steel Sentry named Vestian.

Both had hopefuls among the nine potential ascendants. Steel Sentry’s great-great-grandson Flash Sentry had been selected, as had two of Spitfire’s Sun-blades: her first lieutenants Fleetfoot and Soarin. Among the hopefuls, rumor had it that Fleetfoot had the best chances among the sky-runners.

Sunset pushed her thoughts aside as she approached the table. Bowing deeply to the two phoenix-born, she said “Bright day to you, your Lord and Ladyship. What may I get for you this day.”

Spitfire glanced at Sunset, “Get me a Solar Flare, extra vodka.”

“Long Road ale, chilled.” Steel Sentry said without bothering to look at Sunset.

“And for your honorable bond companions?” Sunset said, addressing the phoenixes.

“Akari will have a bowl of therminic.” Spitfire said, passing on her bond companion’s request.

“Obsidian scarab beetles, lightly toasted for Vestian.” Steel Sentry said with an almost bored tone.

“Of course. I will return with them momentarily.” Sunset said as she bowed one last time and made her way back to the bar to pass on the orders. Minutes later, Sunset returned with the orders, placing the drinks on the table and the bowls on special stands next to the phoenix’s perches. Bowing once more to the phoenix-born and their bond companions, she moved on.

Walking away from the table, Sunset let out an internal sigh of relief. The time of the rite was drawing closer. Soon, she’d have to retreat to the bar to watch the ceremony. But that was fine. She was far closer than she’d ever hoped. She just needed to keep it together a little longer.

As her eyes fell on the next table on her route, Sunset nearly did a double take. The table had only a single occupant, but somehow, her very presence seemed to fill the entire space. Gorgeous, regal and perfectly poised, the earth-weaver woman gave off an aura of authority and motherly warmth, yet also held the power of razor-sharp discipline just below the surface. Her skin was a pale, alabaster white, almost like living porcelain, and her long, flowing hair was a warm, pink color. Sunset had no idea who this woman was, but she had no doubt that she belonged where she was sitting: front and center before the stage.

Somehow, Sunset found herself swallowing hard as she approached the woman.

“Bright day to you, your Ladyship. What may I get for you this day.” Sunset said as she bowed.

Raising her head, her heart nearly caught in her throat. The mysterious woman was looking at her with beautiful, warm magenta eyes.

“Oh, I have no need of anything at this time, young one.” She said, her voice sending warmth into Sunset’s soul. Then, raising an alabaster finger to her chin, she tilted her head as if in deep contemplation.

“Actually, that’s not true.” She finally said as she addressed Sunset, “It seems that my friends chose not to join me this day, and it's been quite lonely waiting for the ascension all by myself. Perhaps… you would care to sit with me? I could use the company.”

Sunset’s mind nearly stalled. Nothing Raven had taught her had prepared her for this sort of scenario.

“Please forgive my impropriety, your Ladyship, but I am not sure I am allowed to do that.” Sunset said as she lowered her head respectfully. “I am on duty at this time.”

“Nonesense, dear child. The ceremony will start at any moment. And nobody will be ordering drinks while they wait for the hatching.” The mystery woman said with a conspiratorial smile as she raised a finger to her flawless lips and whispered. “It’ll be our secret.”

Sunset’s mind raced. She shouldn’t. She couldn't. But, she couldn’t refuse either. The woman was a noble. And she had requested Sunset to sit with her. It wasn’t proper. She could get into so much trouble. But she could also get in trouble for refusing.

What was she to do?

Her choice was made for her as the mystery woman pulled out a chair and ushered Sunset to sit. Realizing that she had no choice, Sunset reluctantly placed her drinks tray on the table and sat down, her eyes glued to her lap as she wrung her hands.

“There, that’s better.” the woman said with a warm smile. “So, tell me, what is your name young one?”

“M…my name is S-sunset Shimmer, your Ladyship.” Sunset managed to stammer.

“Oh, what a lovely name for such a lovely young lady.” Her companion said airily. “And where are you from, dear Sunset?”

“I… I’m from G-golden Tree, your Ladyship.” Sunset replied.

“My my. You’re quite far from home, aren’t you, Sunset.” The woman said as she rested her cheek on her palm. “What brought you all the way here?”

“I… wanted to see the phoenix rite, your Ladyship, so I entered the lottery to serve at the event.”

“That took quite a lot of courage, young one. You are brave indeed. Your parents must be so proud.”

Sunset winced, but didn’t correct the woman.

“Oh, did I say something wrong?” She said, her voice filled with concern.

“No, your Ladyship. You said nothing wrong. It’s just… I don’t have parents.” Sunset said, now genuinely afraid. Orphans were painfully looked down on by the nobility, as they valued pedigree and lineage to such a high degree. Yet, there was something about this woman that just seemed to draw the answers out of her.

“You’re an orphan? Oh, dear me, I’m terribly sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable.” She said with motherly concern, “Still, that makes what you’ve done so much more impressive. You should be proud of yourself, Sunset.”

“Thank you, your Ladyship.” Sunset said as she finally raised her head to look at the woman.

“Of course, Sunset.” The woman said with a smile, before lifting her eyes to the  slightly raised stage before them. “Ah… I do believe things are about to get started. So, no more worrying. Let’s watch. I’m sure it will be something you’ll never forget.”

Turning her head towards the stage, Sunset spotted the immaculate forms of Duchess Roseluck, ruler of the eastern territories, and the final living phoenix-born, her bond companion Amara, along with Raven Inkwell and Dilys.

“Bright day to all of Solaria. May the light of Celestia’s sun shine forever in her glory.” Raven said, her voice carrying throughout the amphitheatre. “Welcome, noble and esteemed guests, one and all, to this, the most joyous celebration in our great nation, the phoenix rite. On this day, one among those with true inner fire will be chosen by phoenix Queen Lumina’s newest child to join the ranks of the phoenix-born, those most blessed by Celestia’s grace.”

Next, Roseluck stepped forward.

“In moments, the sun will reach its zenith, and its light will bring life to Lumina’s egg.” Roseluck declared with a smile, the raspberry red flames on her head dancing excitedly. “And from that life, shall rise not only a new phoenix, but one who shall be their bonded companion. Today, a new phoenix-born shall ascend, and join our ranks.

“So, without further adieu, let the nine chosen come forth.”

From behind Raven and Roseluck, nine youths strode forward, three for each of the sun-gazer races. Representing the sky-runners, Soarin, Fleetfoot and Flash Sentry came forth, each dressed in sky-blue robes that allowed their great wings to fold across their backs. Next to them the chosen fire-callers, Vladamir Blueblood, Fire Flare and Lemony Gems, arrived in their ash grey robes, the light glinting off the soul-gems embedded in their foreheads. And on the far right, Cherry Jubilee, Minty and Golden Harvest of the earth-weavers, resplendent in their forest green robes, came forward with purpose and poise.

“Of all the children in our great nation, these nine shine with the greatest inner fire.” Raven said as she gestured to the nine standing behind her. “And soon, the one who’s inner fire burns brightest and most pure will ascend.”

Raven turned away and walked off stage, leaving Roseluck standing on her own.

“Will you all please be seated, and we can commence the ceremony.” She said to the nine potentials, whom came forward and knelt on nine cushions set around a golden, ruby adorned altar in the center of the stage. Once each potential was situated, Raven reappeared, carrying a luxurious red and gold silk pillow with a medium-sized, similarly colored egg sitting on it.

That was it. The phoenix queen’s egg. Sunset and everyone else in the room held their breaths as Raven set the pillow on the altar and stepped back out of the circle of youths, a knowing smile on her face.

“Now…” She said with gravitas as she raised her right hand into the air, pointing to the sky. “let the light of the sun shine through and give birth to the future!”

As if on cue, the sun hit its zenith, and the dozens of light collecting mirrors sprang to life, channeling the light down in nine radiant beams onto the egg, which began to absorb the power of the sun. As the egg began to glow, everyone in the theatre held their breaths. This was the moment.

In moments, the light died down, and the egg’s glow with it. There was a tense silence in the room as they waited for any sign of life from the egg. For a painful few seconds, there was nothing. Then, with a small shake, the first cracks began to form on its surface.

As Sunset watched the egg begin to hatch, she felt a strange warmth begin to fill her chest. She couldn’t place the sensation, but it was almost as if a piece of her soul that she had never known was missing had returned to her. Was it like this for everyone witnessing the hatching? Sunset was so enraptured by the sensation that she didn’t notice the first flickers of fire begin to streak through her gold and red tresses. No, her mind was occupied by the continued hatching of the egg.

More cracks formed on the surface of the egg, and with one final push, the young phoenix’s beak broke through the shell, tasting the air for the first time. Flexing her wings, she pushed more of the shell off herself.

A murmur of confusion spreads through the room. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. The chick had hatched, yet none of the potentials had been chosen. It was impossible.

“Look! There!” Someone yelled. “At the table in front!”

Sunset’s heart leapt into her throat as her head whipped around to see who had yelled. Her heart sank as she saw a young noblewoman named Fleur De Lis pointing directly in her direction. No, to Sunset’s horror she realized she wasn’t pointing in her direction… the swan grey fire-caller was pointing at her!

“What is the meaning of this!?” Steel Sentry bellowed as he rose from his table and slammed his fists on its surface. “What is that child doing there!? How did she get in here!?”

Sunset’s heart was slamming in her chest as she felt every eye in the room turn on her. Looking to where the mysterious woman had been sitting, Sunset only saw an empty chair.

“What… where did she go…?” Sunset mused aloud, her mind trying to find an anchor in the storm that she seemed to have become the eye of.

Before she knew it, a pair of rough hands grabbed her and yanked her out of her chair. As her shock wore off, she found herself face to face with a furious Spitfire, her hair blazing like a miniature inferno as thin tendrils of flame whipped around her head. Sunset was lost in a sea of terror. What had she done?

“Who… are… you… girl?” She snarled to Sunset’s face.

“I…” Sunset stammered, too afraid to form complete sentences.

“Answer me brat. Who are you, and how did you get in here?”

“My… my name’s Sunset Shimmer, your Ladyship. I’m one of the servers.” Sunset finally managed to squeak out. 

“And why were you sitting at that table?” Spitfire snarled.

“I…” Sunset began.

“Spitfire, put her down. Now.” A calm, even voice said from behind Sunset. Sunset almost began to cry at the sound of the voice. It was Raven.

“You stay out of this Raven.” Spitfire hissed, looking at the elder phoenix-born.

“Or what?” Raven said, her tone still calm, but bearing more implied threats than Sunset had heard in her lifetime. Sunset’s blood ran cold at the sound. Spitfire was scary, no doubt, but right then and there, Sunset would have sooner faced a thousand Spitfires than the cold wrath of Raven Inkwell.

The effect on Spitfire was instantaneous. Every ounce of bravado and wrath drained out of her, leaving her looking shaken and ever so slightly afraid. Looking down at the young girl in her hands, she slowly lowered Sunset to the ground, before roughly shoving her back into the chair. With a dismissive “tch”, Spitfire walked back to her table. Now free of the enraged phoenix-born’s grip, Sunset curled up into a ball and began to sob, her terror finally getting the better of her.

“Are you alright Sunset?” The now calm and gentle sound of Raven’s voice cutting through her terror. Looking up, she saw the older woman kneeling down to look at her with a maternal smile. Lifting a hand, Raven wiped the tears from Sunset’s eyes. “There we go, dear child. No more tears.”

“I’m sorry Lady Raven.” Sunset finally managed to whimper between sobs.

“Oh, whatever are you sorry for?” Raven said.

“For whatever I did to make everyone so angry. Please, don’t throw me in the dungeon. I’m sorry.” Sunset begged as she grabbed Raven’s hand, causing an angry murmur to spread through the room.

“Sunset, dear child, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Then why is everyone so angry at me?” Sunset sniffled.

“Well, lets just say that you seem to have surprised us all a little bit.” Raven said, her smile turning mischievous. “Here, let me show you.”

Reaching up, Raven gently took hold of Sunset’s ponytail, and swung some of the hair around for Sunset to see. Only it wasn’t hair she was holding, but bright crimson and gold flame.

Sunset’s heart all but stopped in her chest as she stared at the brilliant fire Raven was so effortlessly holding. Slowly reaching up, Sunset touched her hair. It was still slightly solid, and warm to the touch, but there was no doubt in her mind. It was living flame.

The living flame that signified a soul bonded to a phoenix.

“No… impossible… I can’t be…” Sunset whimpered.

“Oh, but it is. And you are.” Raven said as she rose to her feet and held out her hand to Sunset. Pensively, Sunset reached out and took the offered hand, and was gently pulled from the chair by Raven.

Leading Sunset by the hand, Raven brought her up onto the stage. As Sunset set foot on the raised platform, the nine potentials rose to their feet and turned to face her. Sunset winced as she looked at them. Most of which were scowling at her with pure hate in their eyes. Of them, only Fire Flare, Cherry Jubilee, Minty and Golden Harvest seemed to accept the turn of events.

As Raven led Sunset towards the alter, she stopped as Blueblood, Flash Sentry, Fleetfoot and Soarin stepped forward. Sunset retreated behind Raven as the four children advanced on her.

“Who the hell do you think you are, you little thief.” Blueblood growled as he approached Sunset. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you, taking what wasn’t yours out from under your betters. Well, I’ll see to it you’re locked in the deepest, blackest dungeon in Solaria for this impertinence.”

“Not if we just tear her apart.” Fleetfoot growled, causing Sunset to cling to Raven even harder.

“Yea. She hasn’t touched the hatchling yet, so if she dies now, and the phoenix will have to choose another.” Soarin growled. “I say we just beat her to death. Isn’t that the punishment for theft of royalty?”

“Or, I’m sure we could find a sword somewhere and slit her throat.” Flash said venomously as he continued to advance. “Heck, I’m sure my great-grandpa has one lying around.”

“And what makes you think we’d let you?” A voice came from behind.

Turning, the four furious children were confronted by the sight of the other five hopefuls.

“Stay out of this.” Blueblood said through clenched teeth. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“Doesn’t it?” Cherry Jubilee said, her eyes hard. “Do you think we don’t know what’s going on?”

“Shut up.” Fleetfoot said.

“The five of us were just here for show.” Golden Harvest said with a sneer. “Our inner fire isn’t anywhere near yours. So how did we get chosen?”

“Be quiet.” Flash hissed.

“Face it, you and your families turned this sacred ceremony into a farce.” Fire Flare spit. “I’ll bet Steel Sentry, Spitfire and archduke Highblood rigged things so that only you four were the only ones with any chance of being chosen.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You dare accuse our families of treason?” Blueblood hissed.

“Then explain her?” Minty said, pointing to Sunset, who retreated further behind Raven. “How was it that someone with a great enough inner fire to become a phoenix-born somehow was passed over? After all, a phoenix chooses the strongest, purest inner fire near it when it hatches. What better way to ensure that one of you four got chosen than to make sure that anyone with a stronger flame wasn’t anywhere near the egg when it hatched?”

“Ahem.”

All of their eyes turned to Roseluck.

“It seems that there are things that perhaps Raven and I should discuss with queen Celestia… at a later date.” She said with a dangerous smile. “But, for now, I think the nine of you should head off the stage. There is someone waiting patiently for her new partner to finish the bonding process.”

“Indeed.” Raven said as she looked at the assembled children and young teens. “I think there are plenty of things that we can discuss… later. But for now…”

Each of the former potentials exited the stage, the four that had almost accosted Sunset with looks of barely contained contempt, while those that came to her aid gave her slightly warmer looks. 

Once the stage was clear, Raven turned to face the crowd. Taking a deep breath, before she began to speak. “It seems that we have had a surprise this day. Somehow, a child with the purity of her inner flame to be chosen by queen Lumina’s newest child was not among those the test said were the most worthy. Instead, this young girl from Golden Tree has proven herself worthy of the honor. Strange that her name was not on the list of potential candidates submitted to myself and Queen Celestia.”

“Most strange indeed.” Raven added in a low, dangerous tone as she surveyed the nobles sitting before her, some of whom squirmed uncomfortably in their seats.

“Regardless,” Raven continued as though nothing had happened, “today the newest phoenix-born has arisen. Praise be to the sun and flame.” 

“Praise be to the sun and flame.” Roseluck and five of the former hopefuls repeated. Sunset winced at the deafening silence that followed. Nobody in the room repeated Raven’s declaration, save those six.

Raven looked out over the crowd with a cold, calculated glare.

“Praise be to the sun and flame.” Came an unenthusiastic response.

“I see.” Raven said, before turning to Sunset. “Now, Sunset, if you would please go to your bond partner and tell us her name. I can see she’s eager to meet you.”

Sunset turned to face the altar, and laid eyes on the phoenix chick. An overwhelming sense of longing filled her heart as her eyes met the young phoenix’s own. Slowly, mechanically, she stepped forward towards the young firebird. All around her, she could feel the angry glares of the others in the amphitheater, but somehow, they didn’t bother her. Not when the young phoenix’s siren song was so loud in her head. 

Reached the dias, she slowly lifted her hands and gently began to pull away the last remnants of the shell of the egg. Once the hatchling was free of her red and gold womb, Sunset cupped her hands under the young bird and lifted her off the cushion.

Holding the chick in her hands, something finally fell into place. The bond between the two fully sprang to life, and she felt her inner fire intertwine with that of the newborn firebird. New sensations flooded Sunset’s mind, new thoughts filled her head. Curiosity. A touch of fear. But also love and warmth. And the feeling of safety in the hands of the strange giant that now held her so gently in her grasp.

‘Who are you, my other soul.’ Sunset heard in her mind.

‘My name is Sunset Shimmer. And who are you?’ Sunset replied with a thought.

‘I do not know yet.’ The voice that Sunset was sure came from the hatchling in her hands replied. 'I… don't have a name.'

‘Do you want me to give you a name, or do you want to choose one for yourself, my beloved friend.’ Sunset said back through her bond.

‘I am your beloved friend?’

‘Yes. You are. You are my beloved friend. You are the missing half of me that I didn't know I needed. You are the light of the flame that I can feel giving me the strength to move forward.’ Sunset said with a smile and a tear in her eyes.

‘Beloved friend. Your strength. Missing half of your soul.’ The hatchling mused, before perking up and chirping happily. ‘I… think I know who I will be.’

‘Please, tell me.’ Sunset thought.

‘You may call me Philomena. It means “friend that gives you strength".' Philomena thought proudly.

“Philomena.” Sunset whispered as tears of joy formed in the corners of her eyes. Bringing the chick up to her face, she gently pressed her forehead against the little phoenix, who pressed her back, nuzzling Sunset’s face as the now phoenix-born savored the warmth of the little bird’s downy feathers. “Welcome to the world, my beloved Philomena. It’s so very nice to meet you.”
> The coronation - phoenix-born triumphant
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Solaria royal palace, six years later*

Sunset adjusted the hem of her dress again, trying to get everything perfect. Were her belts properly asymmetric? Her blouse wrinkle free? Her earrings and necklace matching? Ugh, she wished that Roseluck was here. She’d have been able to figure this stuff out.

‘Oh, don’t worry Sunny. You’re just going to finally be declared Duchess of the western territories. Nothing you need to worry about.’ A smug voice said in Sunset’s mind. ‘I mean, it's not like all of Solaria is going to be watching.’

Turning away from her mirror, Sunset glared at Philomena, the phoenix resting on her custom gold, ruby and topaz crusted perch. The perch itself was one of Sunset’s own pieces, made by the phoenix-born's own hand three years ago as a gift for her bond partner.

‘Don’t remind me feather-butt.’ Sunset sent through their bond, feeling a playful ‘shove’ back from the phoenix. ‘It’s not the coronation I’m really worried about…’

‘Right, it’s what we're dealing with before it.’ Philomena replied, her feathers fluffing out in irritation.

‘Yea.’ Sunset projected with a sigh. Turning her mind away from… unpleasant thoughts, her blazing hair divided itself into a half a dozen smaller flaming tendrils. Each one reached down to her makeup case and carefully began to pull out small jars and brushes, which, despite contact with her fire, remained unharmed.

‘You’ve gotten really good at that sun-butt.’ Philomena said as Sunset closed her eyes and borrowed the phoenix’s sight.

‘That’s what happens when you practice a skill, Mena. You should try it sometime.’ Sunset replied as her hair tendrils lifted her makeup and began to apply it to her face. Crushed topaz powder to bring out her complexion and make her glow. Onyx tinted eyeliner to accentuate the teal of her eyes. Coral lip stain to draw attention to her mouth. Each tendril moved with precision, applying the makeup with utmost delicacy.

'Please, I don't need to practice,' Philomena sent back with a playful tone as she puffed her chest out. 'I'm already perfect at everything I do.'

'Sure you are Mena,' Sunset sent back with a hint of mock condescension, 'sure you are.'

The two shared an unspoken laugh as Sunset cracked her eyes open. Looking at herself in the mirror, she twisted her head from side to side, looking for any imperfections. With a small smile, Sunset felt that she’d gotten it right, and, after returning her makeup to its case, relaxed her hair, allowing it to return to its natural cascade of living flame.

Sunset sighed as she stood to re-examined her dress. Full length and starting as a darker shade of the same teal as her eyes, the fabric formed several concentric layers growing lighter as it went up her body, and made to look like flowing water. Around her waist were four silk belts, each one knotted in a diagonal across her stomach, and tipped with fringed tassels. Her torso was covered with a simple, teal and gold-trimmed corset studded with polished aquamarines. Accenting the whole ensemble was a brilliant gold necklace with matching earrings decorated with a piece of red coral carved into the shape of a phoenix feather.

‘So, what are we going to do about… them?’ Philomena projected with an unusually serious tone, her wings rustling with irritation. ‘We both know that a lot of them still have it out for us. Especially the ones who wanted to expand their influence out west.’

'We don't show fear, and if it comes to it, we put them in their place.' Sunset’s eyebrows furrowed in irritation as she thought back over the last six years, and to the headache waiting for her once she was appointed.

*****

Sunset was still riding high on the bonding between herself and Philomena. Raven, Roseluck, Dylis and Amara had led the new phoenix-born from the stage and out of the amphitheater, making sure she was constantly flanked by the Duchess's personal guards. They were quickly and efficiently loaded into a carriage, and whisked away towards the royal Solarian castle.

Sitting in the carriage, Sunset marveled at the beauty and opulence of the vehicle. The cushions were so soft, and everything was trimmed in gold and velvet, including the perches that the two elder phoenixes were resting on. Gulping, she realized that just to decorate the inside of this carriage would have cost more radiants than she’d probably make in fifty years.

The feeling of homesickness soon began to manifest itself again. Feeling Philomena’s concern, she gently hugged the little phoenix to herself, drawing strength from their bond.

“Sunset.” Raven said, her voice its usual even tone. “When we arrive, we will be going to meet the Queen. Frankly, we have much to discuss, and much to prepare you for.”

Sunset looked up, her face fearful.

“I won’t lie, young one.” Roseluck said as she patted the young girl on the shoulder. “Your world is about to change forever. Your ascension has most likely thrown the plans of many powerful people into disarray, and may have made you some dangerous enemies. But, Queen Celestia will know what to do.”

“So… what happens to me now?” Sunset said as she scratched Philomena under the chin, earning a few happy squeaks from the firebird. “Doesn't being a phoenix-born meant that I’m more or less nobility now?”

Raven and Roseluck shared a brief look.

“In a sense. You’ll be given a title when you come of age. Most likely you’ll be a Duchess, like Roseluck.” Raven said, “But, the title alone isn’t enough to protect you. You will need to be trained. Politics. Combat. Leadership. Magic. There are skills that many of those who would attempt to harm you have at their disposal, and you, frankly, are ill prepared to face them as you are now.”

“Raven and I will do what we can.” Roseluck said as she looked out the carriage’s window. “But, it will be the Queen who will be providing most of your tutelage.”

“Queen Celestia!?” Sunset screamed, startling Philomena, “But… but she’s the Queen. Why would she be the one to teach me? I’m nobody compared to her.”

“Don’t be so sure about that." Roseluck chuckled. "Did you know that every ascendant learns under the Queen’s tutelage to prepare them for what they’ll face in the high court? Even Raven here was taught by the Queen when she first bonded with Dilys.”

“It's true Sunset.” Raven said as she crossed her legs and scratched Dylis behind the head, earning a happy trill from the phoenix. “For the foreseeable future, you’re going to be the Queen’s personal student. She’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

There was a brief pause as Sunset let what she'd been told sink in. Once again, she looked at Philomena, gently scratching the little phoenix under her chin.

“…can she teach me forging and smithing too?” Sunset said in a quiet voice.

The two elder phoenix-born shared a look, before turning their attention back to Sunset.

“If that's something you'd like, I'm sure she could be convinced. But why would that be a problem?” Roseluck asked as she regarded Sunset.

“…smithing and forging aren't a pursuit fit for the nobility.” Sunset said quietly.

"And you think flower gardening is?" Roseluck said with a warm laugh. "Sunset, sweet child, even after all these years, I still love personally tending my garden. You'd think that I was rolling around in bile-worm slime the way some of the other dukes and duchesses act when they hear that I would "lower" myself to touching dirt."

"And," Raven whispered as she leaned forward, "don't tell this to anyone else, but Celestia helped create the art of forging. You couldn't ask for a better teacher."

"Really?" Sunset said with wide eyed joy.

"Really. I'm sure she'd be happy to give you a few lessons." Raven said as she leaned back into her seat.

Looking down at Philomena, Sunset smiled. Perhaps things could work out.

*****

Sunset’s world was wracked with agony as she clutched her stomach. The pain was like nothing she’d ever felt before, and her screams rang out through her dining room as she rolled around on the floor, desperate to make the pain stop.

‘Sunset!’ Philomena desperately cried through their bond, ‘I've found Raven and the Queen! They're on their way! Hold on! Please, Sunset! Hold on!’

Sunset tried to reply, but could only send a short feeling of ‘I’ll try’ through her bond with her phoenix. She could feel Philomena pouring her own inner fire into Sunset, desperate to keep her bond partner alive. It was working, but the young phoenix couldn’t keep it up for long. Even with her massive well of inner flame, Philomena was still only a year old, and couldn’t keep this output up indefinitely.

Just as another wave of pain pulsed through Sunset, causing her to vomit up the tea she’d been drinking, the doors of her private chambers burst open. Moments later, Raven rushed in, soon followed by the massive and regal form of Queen Celestia, the great winged centaur dropping to her knees as she bent over Sunset’s convulsing form.

“Sunset!” Raven cried as she cradled the young phoenix-born. “Sunset, stay with us! Damned darkness, what’s wrong with her?”

“Give me a moment.” Celestia said. Lifting one of her hands, she began weaving it through the air in a small, elegant dance. Moments later, a golden light enveloped Sunset, which slowly turned purple around her stomach and heart.

“It's wrath-vine poison.” Celestia said with a growl. “We need to get her to the bathtub immediately.”

“Yes, your highness.” Raven said as she scooped Sunset up in her arms and took to the air, a tendril of black fire lashing out from her head and slamming doors open as she went. Reaching the washroom, Raven gently laid Sunset down in the tub, then stepped back cautiously as she heard Celestia approach, the centaur having to duck under the door frame to enter.

‘Sunset! Can you hear me?’ Philomena called through their bond. ‘Queen Celestia will help you. You’re going to be okay! You hear me?! You’re going to be okay!’

Sunset could only send a soft assurance to her partner as the next wave of pain hit her, causing the world to fade away for a moment. All she wanted the pain to end.

“She’s fading!” Raven yelled somewhere far away. Far away from the pain. 

“Step back.” the Queen ordered.

A strange sensation began to envelop Sunset. It was like being covered in a envelope of warm, viscous liquid. The sensation was pleasant and soothing, taking her mind away from the pain. The agony was still there, but the warmth made it somewhat bearable. Reaching out through her bond, she searched for Philomena. Moments later, she felt the phoenix reply. No words were needed. Her partner was there for her. She was always there for her.

The heat penetrated into her body, slowly making its way towards the two places the pain was emanating from within her. The heat wrapped itself around the pain, and in an instant, burnt it away, leaving only a strange drowsiness in its wake. 

“I think she’s going to be fine.” Sunset heard a voice very similar to that of the Queen somewhere off in the distance.

“How did this happen?” Raven said from an equally far away place.

“I have a suspicion.” The Queen said in a shockingly cold voice. "Go check the tea she was drinking."

Sunset vaguely heard footsteps walking away as a pair of arms slowly slid under her and lifted her out of the tub. But she was too tired to open her eyes and see who it was. All she wanted right now was to sleep.

She felt the being carrying her somewhere, the motion accompanied by a slow staccato clacking, before she was laid down on a soft surface.

‘Philomena…’ Sunset weakly called through her bond.

There was a flapping of wings and a weight landed at her side, before something warm pressed itself up to her and snuggled under her chin.

‘I’m here Sunset.’ The phoenix said through their bond. ‘I'm right here.’

Sunset’s arms somehow found the strength to gently hug the phoenix to her chest, before she felt the subtle weight of Philomena resting her head in the crook of Sunset’s neck.

‘I’m right here.’

*****

Sunset set down her engraving tools and looked at the frame of her latest creation. Small, golden, beetle-like, the little mechanical device sparkled and glittered in the light of the crucible’s flame. Rising from the bench where she’d been assembling her creation, she sauntered over to her forge, and placed it on the raised altar in the center. Stepping back, she shed her work apron and clothes, replacing them with a set of crimson robes composed of long, flowing strips of silk decorated with fire-caller runes.

Now came the tricky part.

‘You sure you’re ready for this Sunset.’ Philomena said through their bond as she watched from a safe distance. ‘The last one didn’t work out so good.’

Sunset smiled at Philomena’s concern.

‘I’m sure Mena.’ Sunset said. ‘I know it’ll work this time.’

‘If you say so.’ The phoenix quipped back.

‘And if it doesn’t, we learn something from the failure. Nothing wrong with that.’ Sunset reassured her partner.

'Well, hopefully this one doesn't explode like the last one did.' Philomena snarked with a gentle push through their bond.

Sunset smiled back, before taking a deep breath, then turned to the other occupant of the room: Queen Celestia.

The great centaur was seated next to Philomena’s perch, regally sipping a cup of tea as she watched Sunset.

“I’m ready, your majesty.” Sunset said with a slight bow to Celestia.

“Of that, I have no doubt.” Celestia said as she took a sip of her tea. “Please, begin. I’m eager to see if your little invention works.”

Nodding, Sunset allowed herself to begin to move to an unheard melody as she began her forging dance. It began with slow steps as she began to circle the altar, her body barely weaving as she began to channel her inner fire, but soon shifting to a elegant and flowing full body dance as she poured herself into her flame. To imbue her creation with mobility, she summoned her determination. To give it cunning, her curiosity. To make it hers and hers alone, she filled her heart with love and loyalty. These feelings she fed into her inner fire, allowing it to blossom and burn bright.

As she fed her flame, her dance became wilder as she felt the fire wrestling for control, seeking to burst forth as it saw fit. The temptation to let it burn as it willed was intoxicating.

Sunset focused her mind and clamped down on the fire. No. The fire did not control her. She controlled it. The fire was her’s. Not the other way around.

As she brought the dance back under control, her body began to move more precisely. Dipping, swirling, her legs and arms twirling around and around, she wove her fire. Soon, thin streams of luminous energy began to emanate from her body. Imposing her will once more, she tamed the flame. Focused it. And directed it into the little mechanical scarab on the altar.

She could feel her flame filling the runes she’d engraved on the inside of the device’s carapace, willing it to burn like a miniature rushlight.

Dipping and swirling around the alter again and again, she wove her flame into the device, until with one final flourish, she dropped to a knee and placed her hands on the ground, severing the flow of her flame and sealing the forging.

Sunset rose to her feet, panting for breath as she studied her work. The enchantments she wove were still settling into place, coalescing into their final form.

Then, there was a twitch in one of the legs.

Sunset held her breath.

Another followed as the little device slowly twitched and spasmed, before quieting.

‘Do you think it worked?’ Philomena asked through their bond.

‘I’m… not sure.’ Sunset said as she watched the golden beetle.

Slowly, the beetle lifted itself off the table and began to crawl around. It was working. It was working! Sunset almost wanted to jump up and down with joy, but contained herself. She had to behave properly before the Queen.

“Well done Sunset.” Sunset heard from behind, accompanied by the sound of soft applause. Turning, Sunset bowed humbly to her Queen.

“I couldn’t have done it without your guidance, your majesty.” Sunset said as she rose from her bow and regarded her sovereign.

“Please, there’s no need to be so modest.” The Queen said as she rose to her hooves and trotted over to Sunset. “You were the one to devise the enchantments and runes. I merely provided you with the guidance. It was your ingenuity and genius that made your project possible.” 

“You flatter me, your majesty.” Sunset said with a blush.

‘Don’t let it go to your head, Sunset.’ Philomena snarked through their bond, ‘We still have to see how long it actually lasts.’

Sunset sent a small, playful shove through her bond, earning a giggle and return shove from the phoenix. It was true though. Sealing an enchantment permanently was still beyond Sunset’s abilities, so none of her creations lasted long. But, this was still an accomplishment. Most smiths couldn’t manage animating magic until they were masters themselves. Sunset had done so in under three years.

“Well, now that we’re done here, I do believe it’s time for your governance lessons.” The Queen said as she turned and began to walk towards the exit of the forge.

‘Ugh!’ Sunset groaned to Philomena through their bond as she began to remove her forging garments and slip back into her regular clothes. ‘Why can’t we just focus on forging. I hate politics.’

‘Because,’ Philomena said as she flew over to Sunset, whom extended an arm and allowed the phoenix to land on her forearm. Reaching up, Sunset scratched the firebird under the chin, earning a happy chirp in return, ‘you need these lessons so that you’re not caught with your skirt down when you take over the western territories. The Queen and Raven have been doing their best to keep the nobles out, but they’re persistent.’

Sunset sighed.

‘I know. I know. Those bastards still have it out for me. How many times have they tried to have me killed now?’ Sunset sent to Philomena as she began to follow behind the Queen.

‘Seven last time I counted.’ Philomena said as Sunset transferred her from her forearm to the special leather pauldron on her shoulder. ‘Two attempts with assassins. Four poisoning attempts, one of which nearly succeeded. Oh, and that really creative one with the frost-bomb left in your room.’

Sunset felt her anger rising.

‘I hate them all so much, you know.’ She sent as she finally caught up with the Queen. ‘I swear, one day, I’m going to pay them back for all of it, with interest. And, with any luck, that little device of mine is going to help.’

‘Oh?’ Philomena sent with interest. ‘How so.’

‘I’m still working out the particulars, but I’m pretty sure I can find a way to enchant them to spy on the nobles for me.’ Sunset sent with an internal smirk. ‘Think about the possibilities, Mena. Dozens of those tiny beetles, recording and sending me all sorts of juicy secrets and information. Information I can use to put those pompous asses in their place.’

‘Hmmm. I like the sound of that.’ Philomena sent as she rubbed her head against Sunset’s cheek. Reaching up, Sunset scratched the back of the phoenix’s neck.

‘Yea. Me too feather-butt. Me too.’

*****

“Sunset!”

Sunset turned from her work bench at the enthusiastic cry, only to be scooped up in a warm yet bone-crushing hug, her vision obscured by a curtain of pink, curly hair.

“Hi…Pinkie…” Sunset managed to wheeze out. “It’s good to… see you… too.”

“Oh, I missed you so much! It’s been way too long!” Pinkie Pie all but wailed as she squeezed Sunset even tighter, swinging her back and forth.

‘Need some help sun-butt?’ Philomena sent with a smug tone.

‘Not yet. I’ll let you know if I do.’ Sunset replied.

“Pinkie, could yah put er’ down? Ah’d like a chance to visit with our friend, not have to ask for ah chiropractor.” A second voice drawled. Extracting her face from Pinkie’s hair, she spotted both Applejack and Rainbow Dash.

“Hey girls.” Sunset wheezed out as her face shifted to a warm but pained smile.

“Sup Sunset. / Hey sugarcube.”

The crushing pressure on Sunset’s ribs abated as Pinkie put her down and bounced in place, clearly giddy to see her.

“Light above, how long has it been?” Sunset said as she hugged all three girls in turn.

“Four years. And just look at you!” Rainbow said as she circled Sunset, inspecting the young woman. “Who’d have guessed that little Sunset Shimmer of all people would have ended up a phoenix-born? And completely out of left field too.”

“It’s just ah shame that yah couldn’t visit or nothin’. If it weren’t for yer letters, ah’d have thought you forgot all about us.” Applejack said. “Not that ah’d be mad about that, because I would be.”

“Hey, Sunny’d never do that to us!” Pinkie said as she skipped over to Sunset’s work bench, picking up a metallic cylinder covered in runes.

“You got that right.” Sunset said as she walked up to Pinkie and gently took the object out of her hand and set it back on the bench. Grabbing the earth-weaver’s shoulders, Sunset guided her away from the numerous delicate, dangerous and/or expensive things on her bench. Letting Pinkie mess with her enchanting tools was just asking for trouble.

Ushering the others out of the workshop, she led them towards her study. “I may have had to move to Solaria, but Golden Tree’s my home, and you girls… you’re the closest thing to family I’ve got. I’d never throw that away. Don’t you ever forget it.”

Entering Sunset's study, the girls stopped to gawk at the room. Aside from the sheer opulence of the things in the room: couches, books shelves, tables and chairs, there were dozens of moving sculptures. Some of them were small, barely big enough to fit in the palm of a hand, while others were taller than the girls, even Applejack. And, in the corner, resting on her perch, was Philomena, who eyed Sunset’s friends with amusement. 

“Still sucks that it took this long just to get to visit.” Rainbow said as she walked up to examine the moving sculptures. “You made these?”

“Yea.”

“That’s pretty damn cool. Not as cool as me, but still pretty cool.” Rainbow said.

“I know Rainbow. I know.” Sunset said with a chuckle. “But yea, it took forever to get you girls cleared to enter the palace. Security around this place is crazy, especially after all the…”

Sunset cut herself off, but the damage had been done. All three of her friends were now looking at her, curious.

“Ah’ll the what sugarcube?” Applejack asked.

Sunset’s hair wavered nervously. She didn’t want to tell the girls about it, but… they were her friends. They deserved to know.

“I’m sure you know that the nobles weren’t happy about my ascension.” Sunset said.

“Yea.” Rainbow said sadly as she came back up to Sunset. “There was a lot of pretty terrible gossip that came out of Solaria about it. We didn’t believe most of it, but it was still awful to hear.”

“You don’t know the half of it.” Sunset said as she slumped down onto a sofa. “They’ve been attacking me constantly since I bonded with Philomena. Where I’m from, and how that makes me unfit to become a Duchess. My ‘impure bloodline’, because I’m an orphan. My ‘low class’ profession as a smith. Hell, even the ‘quality’ of the people I’m friends with. Not to mention how many times they’ve just tried to kill me.”

“What!?” All three girls screamed.

“It's true. I’ve had almost a dozen attempts on my life so far. Most of them never got close, but the first couple… well, the first time they tried it, they managed to slip me wrath-vine leaf.” Sunset said with a shudder. “If it wasn’t for the Queen, I’d be dead.”

“Oh Sunny, that’s awful.” Pinkie said as she hugged Sunset, far more gently than usual.

“Damn.” Applejack said, lowering her hat over her eyes.

“Bastards.” Rainbow growled. “I hope the Queen ripped them apart for that.”

“Heh, that’s the worst part.” Sunset groaned, “We only caught the person who slipped the leaves into my tea, not who hired them. And the list of nobles that want me gone is way too long to narrow it down.”

“So, what, those mean, stuck-up jerks get to keep trying to hurt you? That’s not right.” Pinkie growled as she hugged Sunset a little tighter.

“No. The Queen put more of her personal guards around me, and has been teaching me how to defend myself, both in combat, and in the house of nobles.” Sunset said as she leaned into Pinkie’s hug. “It’s still awful, you know. Everyone always dreams of becoming a phoenix-born. The prestige, the power… being one of the elites of Solarian society. But… now that I’m one of them, I see the other side of things.”

Gently pulling herself free of Pinkie’s hug, she walked over to Philomena and gently stroked her head. “I wouldn’t give up my bond with Philomena for the world, but everything around it? It… changes your life so much. I’m expected to be a leader now. Expected to rule. I thought I’d enjoy it, but… I don’t. I miss you girls. I miss home. I miss Tender Heart, Bronze Hammer and everyone back in Golden Tree. I’m going to be responsible for all of you soon. What if I mess up. What if I’m not good enough and the nobles find a way to ruin Golden Tree to spite me. I wouldn’t put it past most of them, honestly.”

“Sunset… do you trust us?” Rainbow asked.

“What sort of question is that, Rainbow? Of course I trust you.” Sunset said as she turned to her friends. “All of you.”

“Then trust us when we say we’re here for you. Sure, it might not mean much, but you don’t have to do this alone.” Rainbow said as she rose, her wings flaring out a little.

“She’s right sugarcube.” Applejack said before slapping her hands on her knees and rose from the couch. “Yah said it yerself. Yah’re family, and if there’s one thing we Apples do, it’s stick with family.”

“All of Golden Tree is behind you. You might not know it, but everyone’s super duper proud of you.” Pinkie said as she bounced off the couch and towards Sunset. “When they learned that you’d been chosen, there was a week long party to celebrate. You’re a hero back home, Sunny.”

“Girls, I…” Sunset said, but found herself at a loss for words.

“So don’t worry yourself none Sunset. We’re with yah, come thick or thin.” Applejack said as she clapped Sunset on the shoulder.

‘Heh, I like them.’ Philomena sent.

‘Yea, so do I.’ Sunset replied as she started to tear up.

Without a word, Sunset gathered her friends up into a group hug. This was what she was missing in her life.

“Thank you so much girls.” Sunset said as held her friends tight.

*****

Sunset walked down the hallway towards her destiny, her dress flowing behind her as she did. Philomena was perched on her shoulder, her usual leather pauldron replaced with a far more extravagant rosewood one. This was it. The ceremony was only an hour away. All that was left was the Queen's confirmation before the nobility.

As she approached, Sunset found herself smirking with almost cruel relish. Six years. For six years, these bastards had been making her life hell. But now? Now they couldn’t deny her any longer. She’d survived their assassination attempts. She’d learned to play their game. She’d built her power base in her soon to be granted domain. Her reputation was secured, both among the general populace as an advocate for their plight, and among the trend setters in Solaria thanks to the Queen commissioning her to create new artistic pieces for the palace. And what the Queen wanted, the rest of Solaria did too.

And through her scarabs, she’d gathered enough dirt on the nobility that she could destroy most of them if their improprieties ever came to light. She'd made an example of a couple that were foolish enough to go after the Apple family and force them off their land last year. It still gave her a thrill to think that all it took was a dozen leaked bank records, a couple of threats to the right people, and the testimony of a clerk they'd coerced into "misfiling" some land ownership papers to completely destroy any chance of the Flim Flam brothers ever owning land in the west. Or anywhere in Solaria for that matter.

But, that was only fair. They threatened her family. She destroyed theirs.

‘Well Mena, you ready for this?’ Sunset sent to her partner.

‘As I’ll ever be Sunny.’

‘Good. Because here we go.’

With little fanfare, Sunset strode into the house of nobles, head held high as she regarded the others in the room. Seated at the highest level was Queen Celestia, her elegant form clothed in a dress custom made to fit her unique body, and bearing the royal crown, scepter and sun-sphere of Solaria.

Below her were the other phoenix-born, Raven Inkwell sitting closest to the solar monarch, with Roseluck, Spitfire, and Steel Sentry below her. Next to Roseluck was an empty chair, which would soon be Sunset’s.

Around the perimeter of the room were the other nobles, lords and dukes of Solaria. Sunset knew most of them now, if only through her espionage. A pit of vipers, all of them, but many she’d defanged through judicious applications of blackmail. Not the best way to make friends, but it was the best tool she had at the moment. And to be frank, she doubted any of them had any interest in being her friend. Not with how many times they’d tried to have her killed.

“Welcome, Sunset Shimmer.” Raven said as she rose, with Dilys perched behind her. “I trust you are ready for your confirmation.”

“I am, Lady Raven.” Sunset said, smirking a little as some of the nobles bristled at the familiarity with which she addressed Raven. But for Sunset, it was a deliberate move, to remind them just how close she and the senechal were. She was favored by Queen Celestia’s second. And there was little to nothing they could do about it.

“Very well. Please step forward.” Raven said as she took her seat.

Stepping onto the raised platform, Sunset looked around at the assembled nobility. Fire-callers. Earth-weavers. Sky-runners. Each one representing what should be the highest ideals of their race. Most of them made her sick. They weren’t leaders. They were parasites. Disgusting, fat parasites that sought to destroy anything that they felt was beneath them.

She would not bow before them ever again.

“Sunset Shimmer,” Raven said as she banged her gavel, “by right of ascension, you are hereby granted a place upon this august council, and the tile of Duchess of the western territories. Do you swear to uphold the law of Solaria? To serve her people and guard them against all foes? To pledge your life to your domain, and to serve the crown with all that you have?”

“I do, Lady Raven.” Sunset said as she bowed her head respectfully.

“Do any here have reason to deny Sunset Shimmer this appointment?” Raven said as she regarded the room.

Sunset could see several members of the assembly squirming in their seats. She knew they wanted to oppose. Just as she knew that their reasons were naught but petty complaints about Sunset’s former status as a commoner. But they wouldn’t voice them. Not anymore. Not when Sunset had so many of them caught in a noose of their own making.

“Nobody? Well, this is surprising.” Raven said with a chuckle, as she shared a knowing look with Sunset. After all, Sunset was more than willing to share with her friends, and both Raven and Roseluck had earned that particular title over the years.

“I do.” Came a voice from one of the benches. All eyes turned to a grayish pink earth-weaver with magenta and heliotrope colored hair.

“Very well, speak your piece, Lady Rich.” Raven said evenly.

“Allowing this child to take control of the western domain is unacceptable. She has not proven her worth as a leader, nor has she been given nearly enough training. Frankly, she should not have even been allowed to maintain company within this august assembly.” Lady Rich said with a sneer. “After all, she is not of noble blood. How could someone like her properly rule.”

There was a murmur of agreement in the room as the other nobles began to gather their courage. A glance from Sunset silenced many of them, but others, emboldened by Spoiled Rich’s words, began to rise as well to speak out against her.

“I see.” Came a calm, regal voice from above, instantly silencing all voices in the room. Looking directly at the noblewoman, Queen Celestia continued. “So, you feel that her training is insufficient. Yet, I was the one who trained her. And I was the one who decided she was ready. Do you believe my training is insufficient, Lady Rich?”

Spoiled Rich froze, before her eyes scanned the room. Nobody was looking at her.

“Of course not, your majesty. I simply do not believe that she is suited for the position. She may have the training, so graciously provided by your Majesty, Lady Inkwell and Duchess Roseluck, but she is no leader.” Spoiled continued. “She’s an artist. A smith. A scholar and mage. Her passion is creativity and working with her hands, not governance. As such, I do not believe that she will properly manage her domain. Better to leave her to her… frivolous pursuits and leave the management of the west to those properly suited for it.”

“Here here, Lady Rich.” Archduke Highblood chimed in as he rose. “She may have been… chosen by Philomena, but that does not make her worthy of being granted the status of royalty. At best, she should only be titled a demesne for her use, nothing more.”

There was an ugly murmur throughout the room. Looking up, Sunset saw Raven, Roseluck and Queen Celestia regarding her with anticipation. And she knew then and there that they would not come to her aid in this. No, this was Sunset’s fight to win or lose. She would have to fight for her station.

Clearing her throat, Sunset raised her head and addressed the assembled nobles whom all turned to look at her.

“By what metric do you define a capable leader then, Lady Rich and Archduke Highblood?” Sunset said as she looked to the two nobles that had spoken out against her.

“Hmph. You dare ask such a question child?” the Archduke scoffed. “A leader is one who inspires loyalty and confidence in their people. One who is willing to make difficult decisions to serve those they have had placed in their care. One who is able to consider many angles all at once, and find the choice that best serves their domain, not just for their own benefit, but for the benefit of those they govern. And I doubt you have such qualities, little girl.”

“I see. Then, let me speak to my qualifications, given the criteria you have laid down.” Sunset said as she took a deep breath. This was it.

“To your first point, a leader inspires confidence and loyalty in their people. These things I have done. Go out to the western territories, and ask just about any resident their opinion of me. I would be willing to wager that they would stand by me before they would stand by anyone else in this room other than Lady Raven or Queen Celestia. The people of the western territories know me, because I’m one of them. I was born among them. Raised among them. I came from the very bottom of the ladder, and while it is true that my rise was not of my choosing, I will not shirk my duty to them. They know I stand with them, and they stand with me in turn.

“You speak of inspiring the loyalty of the people, yet how many times have those under your domain cried out for succor against some great calamity in their ranks, and you did nothing. You, Archduke, do not inspire loyalty or confidence. You rule because of your birthright. But the nature of your birth does not determine your ability to lead others. Is that not right, Lady Roseluck?”

Roseluck’s smirk was delicious as she looked down at the Archduke.

“She speaks true.” Roseluck said “Need I remind you that I was not of noble birth when I was chosen by Amara. No, I was a simple flower gardener. And yet, the eastern domain has prospered under my care. Can you claim the same, Archduke?”

“Thank you, Duchess Roseluck.” Sunset said as she continued. “To your second point, you speak of making tough decisions to serve those in my care. I will admit, I cannot speak to my ability in this regard from direct experience. But, I would argue that should not be held against me, as I have yet to have the opportunity to practice it. A good leader learns as they go. They make mistakes. They falter, and stumble, but they learn. In the six years since my ascension, I have learned under the tutelage of her Majesty Queen Celestia and the good Duchess, and throughout all of the trials they have put me through, when it came time to make a decision, I was able to do so. Did I make mistakes at times? Yes, of course I did. But, I was willing to learn from those mistakes, those failures, and get back up again.

“If making decisions for the benefit of your people is a criteria for leadership, then I would say that most of you have failed in that regard. Lady Rich, when wildfires swept through your domain, you ordered the sky-runners charged with controlling the blaze to prioritize your personal holdings over the homes of your people. Thousands lost their homes to save one of yours. And you, Lord Skystream, when storms threatened to ravage your holdings in Cloudsdale, you chose to protect those sky-runners under your domain, yet left the earth-weavers and fire-callers to fend for themselves. I could go on, especially about you, Archduke, but I feel that I have made my point."

“You dare…” Lady Rich began, but was cut off by a sharp rap of Raven’s gavel.

“Sit and be quiet Lady Rich.” Raven said with a glare. “Sunset has the floor now, and you will give her her rights as she is due. Am I clear.”

“Yes, your grace.” Lady Rich said with a growl.

“To address your third point.” Sunset continued, shooting Spoiled Rich a condescending look. “I would again contend that I fulfill these criteria, not just from my lessons with the Queen, but because I am an artist and crafter. I do not know if any of you have ever stood in a forge before, but crafting is not so simple as hammering a chunk of metal until it becomes a new thing. You must understand your materials, know what is best suited to make what, make plans for what must be shaped and when, where to apply pressure, and where to relieve it. What can be combined to form something greater than the properties of its parts. To say nothing of the added complication of enchanting, knowing how to shape the materials to make them hold my flame. These are all skills one must have as an artisan, a forge master, and a scholar.

“I already look at many angles, and can come up with new solutions. I am able to be flexible, because it is required by the very thing I do. Can you all make the same claim? Can you say that your thinking is flexible, and able to come at a problem from many angles, or do you simply fall back on the status quo and tradition, seeking to maintain your power at the cost of the people you govern? There are those among you who have some capacity for the flexibility you espouse, but most of you are mired in decadence. The numerous attempts on my life are proof of that. I frighten you, because I’m something outside your tiny little world. And you want it removed. Well, I’m not going anywhere.”

The Archduke rose to speak, but was, yet again, silenced by Raven’s gavel.

“I have heard what I need to hear.” Raven said. “All of you seem to have forgotten that the Queen has the final say in this matter, not you. So, tell me, your majesty, what is your opinion of Sunset’s argument? Do you see her as fit to be a Duchess?”

Queen Celestia regarded Sunset for a moment, her face impassive and cold. Not at all like the warm looks she shared with Sunset in private when teaching her, or when the two of them were in Sunset’s forge. This was the look of the Queen.

“When Sunset first arrived, I had my doubts.” Queen Celestia said, “She was headstrong, yet timid, showed moments of courage, but lacked in confidence. But, as the years passed, and she was put through the crucible of not only my training, but the many attempts on her life, I saw a young woman rise to the challenge. A girl who would not be stopped. Yet, one that never forgot who she was, and still cared for her friends… valued them… not as pawns in a game, but as her peers.

“I have no doubt that Sunset will stumble as she learns how to be a true leader. That she will fail, and will learn from that failure. But, I trust in the choice Philomena made when she selected Sunset. A choice that some of you attempted to rob her of.” The Queen said, emphasizing the last point with a glare. “How fortunate that Sunset was in the right place at the right time, and proved more worthy than the others present, both through the strength of her fire, and the purity of her heart.”

Sunset and Philomena briefly shared a warm embrace through their bond.

“I see no reason that she should be denied her place on this council, or as Duchess of the western territories.”

“Well, then, I believe that is that.” Raven said as she rose from her seat and regarded the rest of the chamber. “Unless, of course, the rest of you wish to disagree further.”

Only silence remained as Raven surveyed the room.

“Good.” Raven said as she banged her gavel. “Sunset Shimmer, please approach the Queen and kneel.”

Sunset shared a moment with Philomena, before approaching Queen Celestia. This was it. The culmination of years of training. The moment when she would be able to return home. To go back to her friends and begin to secure the future for the western territories. To ensure that her people would be safe and protected against the machinations of the Solarian nobility.

She strode past the assembled nobles, not even acknowledging their presence.

Soon she would be a Duchess. She would answer only to the Queen. It would be hard at first, but she was sure she could make the western territories prosper. And, she would find a way to make all of these bastards pay for what they did to her. What they had done to her people over the years. Oh yes, she would make them suffer if they dared to cross her.

She made her way around the other phoenix-born, sharing a warm smile with Roseluck and Raven, and casual indifference with Spitfire and Steel Sentry, the latter of whom glared coldly at her. She needed to find a way to get into their good graces, and do so in a way that was not manipulative. She'd potentially be sharing eternity with them. No point in making it less pleasant than it needed to be.

Climbing the last of the steps, Sunset stood on a small platform before the Queen. Even after all these years, standing in the mighty centaur’s presence was both intimidating and soothing. The Queen had been so much more than a mentor to Sunset. She was a confidant, a shoulder to cry on, a protector, a mother… a friend.

Sunset dropped to a knee and bowed her head.

“Sunset Shimmer, you have proven yourself worthy.” The Queen said, her voice warm and maternal. “By the power of the Sun granted to me by the High Empress Harmony, I hereby declare you Duchess Sunset Shimmer of Golden Tree, ruler of the western territories.”

Lifting the royal scepter, the Queen touched it to the blazing crown of Sunset’s head.

“Arise, daughter of the Sun. Your destiny awaits.”