> The First Equestria Girl
>  by Mani-Roar
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> The First Equestria Girl: Ch. 1
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A blinding red light illuminated the Canterlot night sky. The stars vanished in wake of the massively expanding light pollution as a thunderous boom rattled the halls of the stone castle kingdom. The explosion lasted barely a moment but caught the eye of everypony in Canterlot. Especially Princess Celestia. 

In that brief moment, the clock turned back to sunset as red and orange hues mixed throughout the Canterlot horizon. The streets and city blocks were set ablaze by this warm glow for a few seconds. Then the stars returned to the night sky along with the soft light of the moon. 

Celestia sat on her royal throne pondering this unexplained phenomenon. She was up unusually late for her. Even after nearly a thousand years of raising the sun and moon alone, the burden of the duties of two princesses was never something she had become fully accustomed to. Perhaps that was by choice, however, as she never wanted to let herself forget the failure of losing the pony she cared more about in all of Equestria. 

Even without an official report, Celestia could tell that the explosion didn't do any real damage. Nothing about the spell struck her as malicious or threatening. Nonetheless, the power behind it was enormous. She shuddered at the thought of what such capable power could do in the wrong hooves. Her throne room remained quiet and serene for the next several minutes. A brief reprieve as she knew the castle night watch was most certainly scrambled in an uproar over the mysterious disruption.

A stout pegasus guard burst through the doors of the grand hall and galloped to the foot of the throne where Celestia sat. She knew he was there but her gaze was fixated on the stained-glass windows where moments ago a fierce power had shown itself glowing through their transparent images. She could still feel the rumbling of magic in her hooves.

"Princess!"

Celestia turned to face the Captain of her royal guard. He was fully clad in golden armor with his helmet tucked under his left shoulder. A pale scar that matched his dull beige fur ran from the top of his forehead down underneath his left eye.

"Canterlot is under attack." His voice was urgent and rough. She could tell he was afraid but refused to let that fear slip into his voice which sounded more angered than startled.

Celestia glanced back to the stained-glass windows which depicted some of the most honored and triumphant moments in Equestria's storied history. She half expected more similar explosions to follow, but the room remained silent. She turned back to the captain to fill the dead air.

"One single explosion, not much of an assault wouldn't you say, Archer?" 

Captain Archer furrowed his brow.

"That is to be seen, princess. My colts should be swarming the scene as we speak. Please forgive our delayed response. Clearly we have gone soft and complacent in peacetime." He bowed his head all the way down to the purple carpet on the floor.

Celestia frowned slightly. She moved her translucent bangs away from her face with her golden crowned hoof.

"I don't think now is the time for a performance appraisal, Archer." The magical explosion was indeed powerful, but Celestia knew there was a personal nuance to magic that was difficult to explain to non-unicorn ponies. This "attack" felt more like a cry for help to Celestia, almost a whimper. But what in Equestria could produce that kind of power so meekly?

Another guard ran into the grand hall, bowed to the princess, saluted Captain Archer, and delivered his report.

"Captain, we surveyed the scene. We can't find any trace of the perpetrators or what direction they may have headed to escape." The guard was a dark brown earth pony who had a few inches in height and bulk on the Captain. Despite his superior size, he spoke his report with audible trepidation. 

"What do you mean you found nothing? That's unacceptable, nopony attacks my city on my watch and just disappears." The captain sighed and donned his helmet, "Was anypony hurt? Please tell me casualties are at a minimum, at least."

The silver armored soldier saluted again.

"Sir, the alley where the attack occurred was apparently mostly empty."

The Captain raised an eyebrow.

"Mostly you say?"

The soldier nodded.

"The only pony we found was a small unicorn foal. She appears unharmed but is understandably shaken up."

Celestia's eyes went wide.

"Archer, take me to the alley at once." She stood up from her throne. She was massive and foreboding from her raised royal platform. The captain shook his head vigorously.

"I cannot recommend that, princess. The attack may not be over and the danger is…"

"Your recommendation is noted. Now take me there." She looked defiantly at her own troops. The captain and his subordinate exchanged an uneasy glance but then nodded to each other in agreement.

"As you wish, my princess. Please follow us, with caution." 

They turned to face the exit of the grand hall.

"Naturally," Celestia agreed as she descended the throne room steps.

"Oh and princess, if I may." Archer spun his head back to face Celestia, "Please refer to me by my title while on duty."

Celestia smiled softly as they exited the Castle, "Of course, Captain."

By the time they arrived at the alleyway, nearly the entire platoon of the royal guard was walking alongside the princess. They weren't taking any chances of something happening to their one and only ruler.

The alleyway was dark and dreary even for the night time. Most of the street lamps were too far away or not properly lit to provide sufficient illumination to this sequestered area. There were scuffs and singe marks on the walls, evidence of the recent burst of magic. However, even without the mild damage, Celestia could see that this was a blind spot in her otherwise gorgeous Canterlot Metropolis. Mold and grime were built up where the pavement met the buildings. The floor was littered with trash overflowing from a clearly undersized dumpster. Celestia lit up her horn, giving an almost painful amount of light to the depressing alley, revealing a graffitied image on the stone wall. It was an unflattering portrayal of Celestia in a compromising pose and an unsavory expression on her face.

"I'll… I'll have that removed and looked into immediately, princess…" The Captain blushed as he spoke.

"I don't care," Celestia responded flatly. Her attention was occupied by the tiny figure wrapped in a blanket in the middle of the alleyway floor. It was an auburn-colored unicorn with a red and yellow mane that reminded Celestia of a late afternoon sunset. She was shaking in her blanket of either fear or cold or both. 

"This is how we found the scene, princess." The bulky brown stallion spoke up. "This seems to be the epicenter of the explosion. No sign of the perpetrators anywhere. The alley was empty except for the child. She appears to have been abandoned here without even a blanket on such a cold night. We provided the blanket, your highness."

Celestia's heart grieved for the lost child. Everypony was understandably preoccupied with the details of the magical discharge. All she could think about was the sort of monster that would abandon their young like this. 

"Have you considered that this child is the source of the explosion?"

The guards looked shocked and perplexed. They turned and murmured to each other. Exclaiming that "it was impossible" and "how could a child have that power?" and other variations of the same sentiment.

"Atten-TION!" Captain Archer barked. His soldiers snapped to attention and saluted. The chatter was replaced with a deafening silence. The captain knew the princess could be flippant at times, but she would never joke about something this serious.

"Ma'am," he broke the silence, "Are you certain?"

Celestia looked up to the moon. It was three quarters full and she could see the spotted, silhouetted figure of her fallen sibling in it.

"What do you think, sis?" She asked the pale lit moon. 

The guards ignored this display waiting for their ruler to reveal her actual answer. She motioned to the singe marks on the walls. 

"The residual magical energy from the blast matches the aura of this little pony." She turned to the nearest unicorn in the crowd of guards that she could find.

"Can you feel it?" She looked directly at him. His eyes shot wide and then closed shut as his horn glowed slightly. He concentrated deeply for a moment.

"Yes, princess," he exclaimed as he opened his eyes. "You're right the energy matches her aura… I… I don't know why I didn't notice…"

Celestia cut him off.

"You weren't open to the possibility, and therefore blind to it." The unicorn guard hung his head in shame.

Captain Archer cleared his throat.

"Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but even though she is a minor and may have acted unintentionally I'm afraid she will still have to be taken in and charged with…" He trailed off and stopped as Celestia just glared at him.

"Or…" he continued less confidently, "Considering how minor the damage is and the fact that nopony was harmed in the assault… erm… accidental discharge, I suppose we can overlook it and take her to the local orphanage…"

Celestia cut him off again.

"Bring her to the Castle, give her the guest room closest to my quarters, and charge my servants with taking care of her every need."

The Captain looked shocked.

"But Princess, that room is meant for visiting royal dignitaries."

Celestia frowned at him.

"Thank you, Captain, I know what the rooms in my castle are meant for."

Captain Archer shuffled and grunted uncomfortably.

"Of course, princess. I'll see to it."

"Thank you, Archer." She smiled and knelt down slowly in front of the frightened filly. She dimmed her horn's glow so as not to harm the child's fragile eyes.

"Hello little one," She spoke in a tender, motherly tone, "What is your name?"

The little pony stared back at Celestia's warm smile and appeared to be more at ease. 

"S-sunset Sh-shimmer." She squeaked. She was barely old enough to speak, much less perform powerful magic.

"It's all right my dear, nopony is going to harm you. Come on home with me and let's get you warmed up and ready for bed."

The child's eyes glistened as if she may cry tears of joy.

"M-mommy?" She spoke hopefully.

Celestia felt her heart melt. She looked up at the moon again.

"Oh sis, what have I gotten myself into?"



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Celestia let out a noisy yawn in her study. Seated at her old-fashioned style desk, she looked down at her half-written correspondence. The letter to Saddle Arabia would have to wait until tomorrow. Her single candle flickered gently as she noticed the light from her window dim ever so slowly as she laid the sun down for bed. Raising the sun and moon had become such a common routine for her that she didn't even consciously cast the spell anymore. It just came out of habit so naturally that the sunset would often catch her by surprise just like it could for any other pony. This was for the better as focusing on the moon rising only reminded her of Luna and all of her past mistakes.

Her thoughts were interrupted by yet another Sunset catching her off guard. She turned her head and looked down at the sound of a large book falling to the floor with a loud *thunk*. Standing over it was the little fireball that had been an extended guest in the castle for the last several months. Celestia smiled.

"What are you doing here, little one? You're supposed to be in bed."

Sunset Shimmer puckered her lips into a pout. Her fuzzy auburn fur created a floof under her chin and forehead. It looked like she hadn’t been groomed in days after only a few minutes of bedroom hair. 

"I couldn't sleep, will you read a bedtime story?"

Celestia could hear her chief advisor's voice in her head. 

Don't coddle her, don't give her everything she wants. You must be firm but fair. If she's going to stay here you must commit to a proper upbringing.

Celestia shook her head. Surely a single bedtime story couldn't hurt. She raised the book with her magic and Sunset's expression was already elated. 

"Which story would you like me to read, my child?" Celestia flipped through the pages, eying the potential titles to delight the young filly with.

"The Princess and the Pauper," Sunset declared enthusiastically. She spun in a circle and jumped in the air but missed her landing, ending up prostrated on the floor. Undeterred, she got up to a sitting position. Celestia raised an eyebrow.

“Again? We’ve read that one so many times. Wouldn’t you like to hear a new story?”

Sunset shook her head vigorously.

“No that one, that one, that one,” she demanded. 

Celestia got up from her desk and sat on the floor next to Sunset. The tiny unicorn scooted into Celestia’s side as the princess ran her hoof through Sunset's disheveled red and yellow mane. 

“Alright since that’s your favorite one, I suppose we can read it one more time and then straight off to bed with you.” 

“Ok Mommy,” Sunset cooed and rubbed her head against Celestia’s shoulder.

Celestia instinctively pulled back. Her eyes went wide as her magic paused, causing the book to slam onto the floor. Sunset shied away from her and dropped to a prostrated position again, this time intentionally. 

“I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” Tears were welling up in the young foal’s eyes.

Celestia’s advisor, Madam Bishop, had been more than clear on this point.

You are not her mother. You cannot be. It’s improper, it’s indecent, it’s scandalous. A supreme ruler cannot adopt a commoner. If she is raised as your daughter, society will reject her, scorn her. When she is old enough, she will be your student and nothing more. This is the way of things.

Celestia did not appreciate being lectured on “the way of things” by pony advisors not even a fraction of her age. However, she knew she could not just ignore her either. Bishop was right, in a way. Pony society could erupt in controversy over a perceived heir to her throne. The question of Sunset’s place and princesshood could tear her kingdom apart. Celestia needed to hone and guide the unfathomable magic potential in this young unicorn, and a “student” was the only socially acceptable relationship according to her advisor.

But she also couldn’t stand the look in Sunset’s eyes. Especially the way they looked at her. None of this was right or fair to the little foal. Celestia extended her wing around Sunset’s waist and pulled her back into her embrace. Sunset reluctantly relented to the princess’s physical guidance, still fearing a reprimand. 

“No, I'm sorry. I overreacted.” Celestia cooed gently.

Sunset sniffled and frowned up at Celestia. The princess towered over the little filly, but her wing was soft and her voice inviting. 

“Everypony needs a mother. Somepony to love and guide them. It’s not fair for you to be denied that. You deserve a family just like everypony else.” Celestia’s gaze turned to the partially opened door in her study. It would be embarrassing if somepony heard what she was saying. She knew her guards would be nearby but were they in earshot?

“But it’s not allowed. Mad-Mare-Bee-Show said so.”

Celestia stifled a laugh at Sunset mispronouncing her head advisor's name.

“Well she’s not here right now." Celestia considered her words carefully before continuing. "I tell you what, Sunset, you can call me ‘Mommy’ but only when nopony else is around ok? It will be our little secret.” She winked at Sunset. Sunset’s eyes were radiant with glee at the thought of calling Celestia mommy, but also being entrusted with a secret.

“Really?” Her smile was wide and toothy. Celestia nodded at her.

“As long as you keep your promise, yes.” Celestia sighed as if a weight had been removed from her shoulder. 

“Thank you, mommy,” She leaned her head into her new Mommy, cozy and comfortable as can be.

“Now where were we?” Celestia lifted the book with her magic and opened it up to the worn and marked first page of “The Princess and the Pauper.”

“Once upon a time, there was a poor pony with nowhere to call home…”

Sunset’s eyes were already glazed over as she began to drift off to sleep. 



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Sunset stepped cautiously through the doorway to her classroom. She had spent the last few years by Celestia’s side and her aids. This was the first time that she would interact with her peers and the thought was intimidating to say the least. Her mane was perfectly styled and her fur was almost glowing with a gentle radiance. The castle caretakers that Celestia tasked with watching over her everyday had been particularly meticulous with her grooming this morning. Using weird bottles of smelly hair care products. Pulling her mane with brushes until her scalp was sore. Blow drying for what felt like hours on a setting that was way too hot. All to make sure she looked "Princess Perfect" on her first day of magical kindergarten. Celestia saw to it that Sunset was enrolled in her honorary prestigious school for gifted unicorns and chose to walk Sunset to her first lesson with her new classmates and head instructor.

When Celestia opened the door, the entire class was already in their seats. Four rows full of young fillies and colts turned simultaneously to see Sunset standing in the doorway. Seeing all their eyes staring directly at her made Sunset's heart race. She didn't even feel her brown satchel backpack slip off of her shoulder. It bounced on the floor and sent all of her school supplies scattering across the room. Quills, ink bottles, parchment, books, spell components, and her bagged lunch laid out for all to see.

"Sunset Shimmer!" A shrill, sour voice rang from the front of the classroom. A wrinkly pale blue mare with a salt and pepper black and white mane tied up in a bun scowled at the nervous filly. 

"Not only are you tardy, but you have chosen to disrupt my classroom." With her magic she slapped her wooden pointing stick against the black chalkboard. The snapping sound rang in Sunset’s ears.

"No, no it's my fault, Madam Bishop," Celestia stepped elegantly into the room and the students collectively gasped at the sight of the princess. She began collecting Sunset’s spilt belongings with her magic.

"I wanted to see Sunset off on her first day and we kept getting stopped in the hall by my staff with questions about duties I'll be attending to today, and I just lost track of time."

Celestia opened Sunset’s backpack and gently placed the items back inside. 

"Could you please excuse Sunset just this time?"

She refastened the bag and tucked it over Sunset’s shoulder. The poor filly hadn't moved an inch during the whole ordeal. Madam Bishop squinted her eyes at the princess, nonplussed. 

"Princess Celestia, what did I tell you about coddling young Miss Shimmer? We do not accept excuses in this school. You of all ponies should know, seeing as your name is in the title."

The student's mouths were agape. They could hardly believe somepony could speak to the princess like that. Celestia stood up straight and let her chest puff out a bit.

"You are right, Madam Bishop, no excuses. But please recognize that this is my tardiness and not Sunset’s."

Madam Bishop narrowed her eyes. She appeared to grow a few extra wrinkles as she pursed her lips.

"Princess, did you not state that you had duties to attend to?"

Celestia sighed.

"Indeed I do. It looks like I'm going to be late twice today." She turned to address the class, "Have a good day, everypony. Be sure to mind Madam Bishop well." She smiled brightly, her voice filled with genuine warmth. Celestia began walking out of the classroom but turned back towards Madam Bishop.

"Oh and Bishop," she added, dropping her tone slightly, "Don't let me hear any stories of you being unfair to anypony." Celestia glanced at Sunset one more time and then exited down the hallway. Sunset looked after her. Longing for her not to leave. She jolted when Madam Bishop struck the chalkboard again.

"To your seat Miss Shimmer," she demanded.

Sunset sheepishly walked to the one open desk near the back of the class and quietly crawled into it with her head down. She began looking through her bag to pull out ink and quill. 

"Where is my favorite phoenix feather quill?" She whispered as quietly as she could.

"Psst," a young filly replied from the desk next to hers.

Sunset looked up to see the blue filly who made the noise. She was holding a fire red phoenix feather quill with her magic. Sunset took it from her with her own magic. The sky blue filly had a snow white mane that gave her a majestic color scheme like that of a snow covered mountain. However, her facial expressions didn't match that majesty as she preferred to maintain a casual and goofy look. 

"Thank you," Sunset mouthed, afraid to make any more noise.

"Don't mention it," her classmate winked at her, "My name's Tempest Dream." She introduced herself a little bit too loudly. Madam Bishop came and stood between their two desks. 

"Miss Shimmer since you insist on further disrupting my class, perhaps you would like to answer today's topic questions."

Tempest Dream raised her hoof.

"I'm sorry, Madam Bishop, that was me talking not Sunset."

Bishop spun around and tapped her wooded pointer on Tempest's desk like a snare drum paradiddle.

"Young filly, you will speak up only when addressed. Is that understood?"

Tempest slowly lowered her hoof back down and sunk back into her seat.

"Yes, Madam Bishop." Her eyes glanced back at Sunset as if to say, 'Sorry I tried.'

Bishop looked down at Sunset’s desk again. Sunset was trying to stop herself from hyperventilating, terrified that any sound she made would set this crazy mare off.

"Component magic has three major differences to conjuration magic, what are they?" Bishop's gaze locked onto Sunset.

Sunset had done some reading and studying with Celestia, but that had been more stories about great unicorns and magic history. She hadn’t learned much of the technical aspects yet.

"Um," Sunset fiddled with her bangs. She could feel herself creating split ends in her meticulously groomed mane. "Components, and um… um…"

"And?" Bishop demanded, "You got the easy one, what are the other two?"

"I… I don't know…" Sunset couldn't stop herself from panting. 

Madam Bishop scoffed out loud.

"You don't know. Well let me tell you something that I do know. Every student in this school earned their place in it except for you. If it weren't for the princess’s interference, you would be at an orphanage boarding school with the rest of the mediocre unicorns."

Sunset could feel her chest heating up. Her panting became deeper and more deliberate. Her mind was swimming in such intense anger that it blurred her vision for a moment.

Bishop continued, "So before you go whining to the princess about fairness, remember how privileged you are to even be here in the first place and ask yourself if that's fair to the rest of your classmates?"

She walked away from Sunset back towards the chalkboard. Sunset's anger was so intense she was gritting her teeth.

How dare she say that. How dare she talk about my mom that way. If only she knew, if only any of them knew.

But she couldn’t tell them. No pony could know she called the princess "mommy" behind closed doors. Her magical energy was welling up inside her. Her horn lit up, increasing in intensity every second. She could no longer think straight. She just wanted to make Madam Bishop shut up.

"Don't worry about her, she's always like that."

Sunset had been a split second away from releasing her magic in the direction of Madam Bishop. She looked over to Tempest Dream who rolled her eyes and nodded her head towards the teacher. Sunset's horn powered down and she felt a tingling release throughout her body as if water was flooding out of her hoof tips. She was dizzy from the sudden mood swing and embarrassed that she almost lost her cool. She looked around the room to see if anypony had noticed her near outburst, but saw no reaction from the class. Tempest stuck out her tongue and made a scrunchy face. Sunset covered her mouth with her hoof to giggle silently.

"Now everypony that wants to earn their grades, open to chapter four of 'Basic Magic Components.'"

Sunset obediently pulled out ink and parchment and opened her book to chapter four. She was ready to earn her grade by any means necessary.



****



Sunset and Tempest scurried down the halls of the Canterlot School for Gifted Unicorns. Lessons had ended for the day merely seconds ago and the two fillies wasted no time giggling and horsing around the campus hallways. They had spent the majority of the semester attached at the hip and were virtually inseparable. Often lectured or even scolded, their behavior was sometimes viewed as "unlady-like" and unbecoming for young unicorns of their stature. In addition to their studies, the notorious pair had spent the semester learning to hide their youthful enthusiasm from the eyes of boring adults and passerbys. One moment they would be chuckling and carrying on and the next walking upright and silent with their heads held high. It became a joke within itself to "act adult" in the presence of an authority figure. Especially if that authority happened to be Madam Bishop.

As the girls turned a corner, Sunset saw Celestia at the end of the next hall and nearly called out to her. When she saw Madam Bishop approach her adoptive mother she shied away and hid behind the corner, out of sight. Celestia and Bishop were only a few meters around the corner and down the hall. As far as she could tell she hadn't been spotted. Tempest joined Sunset and both girls were comically pressed up against the side of the school walls. Cold white painted concrete bricks pressed against their hides. 

"Why are we hiding?" Tempest whispered, playing along with Sunset's spontaneous game of incognito. It was a good question. One that Sunset didn't have a good answer for. 

"It's Mad Mare Bishop," was all Sunset could think of to justify her sudden actions.

"Oh," Tempest slowly nodded her head in agreement as a look of confusion persisted on her face. "But we haven't done anything."

Sunset shrugged her shoulders.

"It's Bishop, she'll think of something to yell at us for."

Their discussion stopped as Bishop rather loudly addressed the sovereign ruler of Equestria.

"There you are, Princess. I was just looking for you. I have an urgent matter to discuss." Bishop stood directly in Celestia’s path and the Princess had to stop abruptly to avoid bumping into her. Standing next to each other, Celestia was nearly double the height of the stout advisor. 

Celestia audibly sighed, probably louder than she should have for politeness sake.

"Can it wait, Madam Bishop? I was on my way to…"

"I'm afraid this matter is of the utmost importance, my princess." Bishop interrupted. She bowed her head slightly but held a firm, accusatory stare at Celestia. 

Celestia said nothing. She simply offered her full undivided attention. Yielding control of a conversation was a diplomatic tactic that the princess often wielded. 

"I witnessed you and Miss Shimmer in the Canterlot Gardens yesterday. It appears to be a frequent spot for the two of you." Despite looking up at Celestia through her wire rimmed lenses, Bishop was clearly talking down to the Princess. 

"Well yes, we do have private study together. And I find the Gardens a pleasant and suitable place to hold our lessons. Do you disagree?" Celestia cocked her head to the side. Bishop pursed her lips.

"It's more than just private lessons in the Gardens. I see you around court with Miss Shimmer on nearly a daily basis." 

Sunset felt like a hole was being drilled into her stomach. It wasn't enough that she was constantly being reprimanded by Bishop. She had somehow managed to get the princess in trouble this time. Celestia rolled her eyes. 

"Are you spying on me, Myrtle?" Celestia spat back lightly, but clearly annoyed. Sunset and Tempest stifled giggles at the sound of Bishop's first name. They had never heard it said out loud by anypony and it sounded just as lame as they thought.

"Spying huh," Myrtle let out a chuckle. "Spying requires intent and skill. The entire court can see you prancing about everywhere with the child and the favoritism does not look good."

Celestia remained silent. And Bishop continued.

"Need we go over this again, princess? Noble families, elected officials, esteemed royal appointees, ponies who have earned their place and esteem will become suspicious of you favoring the child." Myrtle adjusted her spectacles, confident in her reprimand of the princess. 

Sunset Shimmer was beside herself. If Celestia wasn't allowed to be her mother, how long before she was abandoned again? It seemed nopony wanted anything to do with her no matter how hard she tried to be a good filly. Even if she grew into a polite and respectable mare, it wouldn't be good enough. 

Her shoulders slouched as she let her head sink towards the floor. She was pressed up against the wall but now let herself slide down little by little. If she wasn't careful, she might slip off the wall and into view of Bishop. But what did it matter? Her very existence was apparently an offense. 

"And what if I do favor the child? Is that so wrong?" Celestia snapped back. Her voice was calm and even, but the indignation in her tone was palpable. Madam Bishop gasped. Her voice lowered.

"My great and auspicious Princess, you have ruled peacefully and righteously for nearly a thousand years. Yet if I didn't know better, I would think that you want to start a succession crisis." Bishop's whole body jerked when she emphasized the word "want." 

"Not everything is about power, Madam Bishop. Sunset Shimmer deserves family and friendship. Just the same as any other pony." Celestia's eyes wandered to the ground. She hated speaking about anypony as if they were an object. 

"A princess cannot be family with a commoner. It would be disastrous for all of Equestria." Bishop shook her head in disapproval.

"I know that all too well." Celestia lifted her gaze to the ceiling. 

"Then frankly, Princess, you should act like it." Bishop pursed her lips and bowed to Celestia. She calmly walked around her ruler and carried on down the hallway. Fortunately, she headed straight in the direction Celestia had come from and didn't turn to head towards where the two sneaky fillies hid. 

Celestia betrayed no emotion. She didn't even turn to watch Bishop walk away. Instead she simply continued onward as if the conversation never happened. 

Sunset and Tempest were once again alone in the school halls. Sunset tried to collect herself but found that she could only look at the floor. She feared that if she picked her head up she might start crying. Celestia was the only family she knew and she wasn't allowed to have it. 

But then a new feeling took over Sunset. A sense that burned all throughout her veins and tightened in her chest. She was enraged. It was bad enough if Bishop didn't want her and Celestia to be close, but apparently all of pony society would reject it as well.

Why?

Why was it so bad for her adoptive mother to be her mother?

"D-do you still wanna come over to my house and play?" Tempest's voice broke through the surging cloud in Sunset's mind. 

Sunset's rage was written all over her face. She looked like she was going to pounce on the nearest pony which happened to be Tempest at the moment. Feeling a little embarrassed, Sunset took in a deep breath to collect herself. Her head dizzy from de-escalating rage.

"I-I don't know." Sunset hung her head, her rage had boiled over and left her with frustrated tears stinging her eyes and an empty feeling of sadness that made her want to crawl away from the rest of the world.

"I think you have the coolest mom in Equestria." Tempest gently placed her hoof on Sunset's shoulder. Her smile was soothing for Sunset, nevertheless she shook her head in shame. 

"But, you heard Mad Mare, she's not allowed to be. It's not fair!" Sunset's eyes went wide as she realized what she just admitted out loud. She shoved her hoof on top of her own mouth but it was too late. 

"Nopony is supposed to know that. I'm not allowed to tell." Sunset had broken her promise to Celestia. And now both of them were at risk of getting in even more trouble. She could feel more tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill over, and there was nothing she could do to stop them.

Tempest leaned in close to Sunset's face until her muzzle was right in front of Sunset's nose.

"Tell me what? I didn't hear anything. La la la." Tempest gently squeezed Sunset's shoulder as her smile turned crooked into a devious grin. 

Sunset chortled as only a single tear managed to escape her eye. Not wanting to say anything more revealing, she simply nodded vigorously in agreement. 

"You wanna go get some ice cream?" Tempest changed the subject. Sunset felt relief trickling down her spine and into her extremities. 

"Yeah… yeah ice cream sounds perfect."

The two fillies carried on giggling and smiling down the school corridors. Almost as if two secret conversations hadn't just transpired. 



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> The First Equestria Girl: Ch. 2
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Tempest bounced into the room where Sunset was studying. The Canterlot Library had numerous back room offices furnished with desks, lamps, and writing materials. A perfect setting to quietly read and study. Tempest's boundless energy filled the room with noise and kinetic energy fast enough to shatter the sound barrier. 

The auspicious pair of mares were young adults now. Ever since the two mares met as fillies in kindergarten, Tempest always managed to brighten up Sunset's day with her casual antics. Sometimes at the cost of Sunset's sanity. 

“Found you!”

Sunset looked up from her mountain of unraveled scrolls. How did Tempest always manage to find her? Whatever magic she used, it needed to be bottled up and used to solve missing pony cases. 

“Why don’t you take a break?” Tempest urged playfully. “Oh! That new fizzie soda cafe opened last week. Let’s go check it out. I hear they have this crazy...”

“I can’t, Tempest. I’ve got five scrolls to write on the classical period of Equestrian History. Plus another three on potions. Then I need to re-read the books on Magic Based Civil Engineering for the midterm on Thursday. And then I need to meet with my professor on the corrections he made to my last four scrolls on Coltpernicus' Theory of Astrological Movement.” 

“Sunset, you seriously need to get away from all…” She gestured to the mountain of paper. Some of them were on the floor. “...this.”

Sunset all but ignored her, so she tried another tactic.

“Can’t you take one night off…?”

“I don’t have one night.” Sunset fired back, using her magic to unravel another scroll in front of her face. “I’ve got to keep working, or I’ll fall behind.”

Tempest swiped the scroll out of the way. “Oh, come on Sunset, please? I never see you anymore. I know this is important, but you’ve also got to live a little.”

Sunset’s face fell slightly, and Tempest knew she was slowly wearing her down. 

“How about just a few hours? Then you can go right back to work.” She persuaded hopefully.

Feeling a pain of guilt, Sunset focused her eyes on the scroll’s words, even though she wasn’t reading them.

“But… I have so much to…” She countered weakly.

Tempest slammed her front hooves on the table, leaning over the parchment. 

“Just a few drinks then?” She asked, although she had a sly smile on her face.

Sunset tried not to smile, but it was hard to ignore her friend. Instead she coughed slightly and turned away. 

“I’m sorry, Tempest. I wish I could…”

“One drink?” Tempest offered.

Sunset glanced up. Certainly one drink couldn’t hurt? 

“Just one?” She questioned, wanting Tempest to agree.

Tempest’s sly smile widened. “How about three?”

“One.” 

“Two?”

“One.”

Tempest settled back on her four hooves. “You drive a hard bargain, Sunset. Okay, deal. If it’ll get you out of this dusty old library and out into the land of the living.”

She strolled over to the other side of the table, giving Sunset a friendly push in the flank with her head. 

“You’re buying though.” Sunset scolded as she allowed herself to be pushed towards the library door. 

Tempest continued to bump Sunset to keep her moving. “I’ll buy our first round.” She confirmed, and held the door open as Sunset passed through. 

“And then you’ll buy your first round. That way we both get two.”



****



Sunset glared intently at the potted thorn brush plant on the table in front of her. Her final exam of her final year in Celestia’s school had finally arrived. Years of training and study were culminating in this single moment. Entire unicorn careers had been made or broken at the final exam. At least that's how the legends went.

She focused her magic energy, preparing a spell of significant magnitude. Seated to her right in the Canterlot School for Gifted Unicorns gymnasium were three prominent unicorn professors ready to judge the outcome of her spell with strict scrutiny. In the center of those judges sat her least favorite professor from Kindergarten all those years ago, Madam Bishop. 

"I remind you, Miss Shimmer, that while this exercise is not timed we do have other students to assess. So if you could kindly carry on with it please." Madam Bishop tapped her clipboard with her quill. The professor to her right, a lanky grey stallion with a quaffed black mane, tilted his head towards Bishop. 

"Well I for one am fascinated to see Miss Shimmer's progress this year. It wasn't long ago she was breaking records in my class. I think we can stand a little bit of waiting." He rubbed his quill against his cheek. 

A mild red light radiated from the spikey plant. Sunset took in a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"Ooh, a growth spell. She's showing what she learned in my class." The mare to Bishop's left set down her clipboard to clap her hooves together a few times. She was younger than most of the professors teaching at Celestia's school. Her fur was light yellow with a pale violet mane.

Sunset's eyes shot open and a magic ray blasted from her horn onto the glowing plant. In an instant the plant blew up in size and continued to grow exponentially. The clay pot shattered and the table it rested on buckled and collapsed to the floor. In a matter of seconds, the trunk of the plant reached up to the ceiling of the gymnasium nearly 15 meters high. Not satisfied with the results, Sunset furrowed her brow and shot more magic into the erupting overgrowth. The monstrous vegetation shook the entire gymnasium as it's expansion pushed against the ceiling causing the metal rafters to split as it punctured a gigantic hole straight through the roof. By the time Sunset finally relented, the formally potted plant was half the size of the gymnasium and sticking out almost double the height of the ceiling. Twisting vines had spread out wildly around the open court space and outside into the Canterlot Gardens as well. The panel of judges' mouths hung agape as pieces of plaster and debris calmly trickled down from the ceiling. Letting out a huff of satisfaction, Sunset flipped her mane behind her shoulder and smiled at the judges, her former professors. 

"Outstanding," The grey stallion exclaimed, "The spell was simple enough, but I've never seen a power scaling of that magnitude from a student." He looked over to his yellow colleage, who had yet to peel her eyes away from the green spiked gargantuan plant.
"What say you, Pixie Dust? This is your area of expertise." 

"The concentration required for this is unfathomable. Normally I would expect it to take 5… no 6 unicorns well versed in organic manipulation to create something like this from such a tiny starting point." Pixie Dust looked at Sunset with a crooked smile and shook her head in disbelief and wonderment. "Sunset you never cease to amaze me."

Sunset beamed at the compliments and gave a little bow. Madam Bishop cleared her throat rather loudly, drawing everypony’s attention back to her.

"Miss Shimmer, please exit what is left of our once functional gymnasium as we assess your score in private." She shot nasty glances at both of her colleagues. Sunset pranced out of the gym light a feather. She was more than pleased with the results of her work. As she exited the gym doors, she saw a familiar blue face waiting for her. Tempest held her hoof over her mouth and couldn't stop herself from giggling.

"Oh my Celestia, you scared the Timberwolves out of me. Haha, when I felt the ground rumble, I thought the school was under attack or something. But then your stupid tree busted through the roof and I just lost it. That's the funniest thing I've ever seen you do." She walked over to Sunset and wrapped her hooves around her shoulder, delighted with her friend’s accomplishment. Sunset let out a reserved laugh of her own.

"Sorry to scare you, Tempest. I knew I had to go big for my final year. Mad Mare Bishop keeps making these final exams harder and harder for me." Sunset breathed a sigh of relief, happy it was about to be over.

"Do you think you won her over this time?" Tempest glanced back at the dilapidated gym.

"Doesn't matter, I've got the other two professors wrapped around my hoof."

Tempest looked surprised.

"Ooh really? I thought professor Saturn was hard on you in 2nd year?" Sunset shrugged her shoulders and smirked.

"Yeah but he's always loved me, just like everypony else…"

"Except Mad Mare," they both said in unison. 

"Jynx! You're cursed now and only I can break it." Tempest broke away and pointed right in Sunset's face. Sunset rolled her eyes, but her smile brightened as she played along.

"Okay and what do I have to do to break the curse?" She tapped her hoof against the grass. Tempest turned to look at the Canterlot Garden groves and then spun back around in a quick frenzy. 

"You have to answer one question truthfully, if you lie, you're cursed forever." She grinned smugly and stuck out her tongue.

Sunset threw up her hooves in defeat. "Ok you win, Tempest. Fire away." 

"Who is your favorite pony in all of Equestria?" 

Sunset’s mind immediately went to Celestia. She looked away from Tempest and muttered, "Uh… um…"

"Is it really that hard of a question?" Tempest laughed, taking Sunset's hesitation as her playing coy.

"You are," Sunset pointed to Tempest, "duh, what pony else would be?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"Ding, ding, ding," Tempest hopped over to Sunset and gave her a big hug, "That's the correct answer. Ok you're not cursed anymore." She stepped back and waved her hooves around like she was clearing away fog. 

"Yeah, that's a relief." Sunset kept smiling but looked away again.

The doors to the gymnasium swung open and professor Pixie Dust stepped outside.

"Sunset, we're ready to discuss your scores with you." She smiled and held the door for Sunset as she confidently walked back into the comically torn apart gym with what looked like a wild beanstalk sticking out the top of it. She patiently waited as professor Pixie took her seat. There was a moment of awkward silence before finally, Madam Bishop spoke.

"Miss Shimmer, I have your final grade in front of me but first let me say this." Madam Bishop removed her thin angular spectacles and rubbed her forehead. "Your magic is incredibly powerful, nopony can deny that. However, it is my opinion that you lack control, finesse, and common sense when it comes to its practical applications. You are like a small foal that has been given use of a piece of heavy machinery. You've learned to pull the levers and push the buttons to make the machine work but you have no appreciation for how it works or why. You are reckless in your efforts as has been made abundantly clear by this… this… monstrosity you've created. And frankly I believe you have no respect for the finer arts and science of magic whatsoever."

Madam Bishop put her spectacles back on and briefly glanced at her two colleagues.

"Unfortunately, it seems I have been outvoted. You pass. Congratulations, Miss Shimmer, you will graduate from Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns." 

Sunset couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. She was free. With her graduation, Madam Bishop would no longer have any control over her life. She knew they would inevitably  keep seeing each other around as she was also the head advisor to Celestia, but her personal tutelage with the Princess was out of her least favorite teacher's purview. 

Bishop scoffed at Sunset’s satisfied look, glanced at the state of the gymnasium, and decided to make one final critique.

"Do you even have any concern for the collateral damage you have caused to the school? How long it will take to repair this facility?" She shook her head in frustration. But Sunset had one more trick to show her old teachers.

"Oh don't worry, I can fix this." She conjured a spell, but this one didn't cause her horn to light up with a calm magical glow. This was a dark aura that spread from her horn like a creeping disease. It felt like the air was being sucked out of the room as a bleak magenta haze slowly covered the enormous plant and roof of the gym. The professors looked horrified as the massive vines shrank. Except they weren't shrinking exactly, they moved in reverse order of how they originally grew. The ceiling tiles flew back up and mended into place. The metal rafters bent back into shape, regaining their structural integrity. The plant returned to its former size as the table stood back up on its legs and the shattered pieces of the clay pot reformed around the base. Everything from Sunset's final exam spell had been perfectly reversed. 

Pixie Dust started shaking in fear as she stared at the now small plant. Professor Saturn's eyes were fixated on the mended ceiling as he frightfully whispered,

"Temporal magic." He glanced briefly at Sunset but then turned away in silent shame.

Madam Bishop marched briskly up to Sunset and slammed her hoof on the table causing the potted plant to shake a little.

"Who taught you that spell?" She demanded.

Sunset leaned back not wanting Bishop’s face right up in hers.

"I… I learned it from a scroll," she meekly admitted. 

Bishop hit the table again.

"That magic is forbidden." She spat out with venom on the last word. 

"I… I… didn't know I…" Sunset pleaded.

"You didn't know!?" Bishop interrupted. "You read the secret scrolls of Star Swirl the Bearded and you didn't even know they were forbidden?" Her gaze pierced straight through Sunset. Sunset hadn’t been this terrified of the old mare since kindergarten. 

"Even if I were to believe you, we do not accept excuses at this school. Especially ones as weak as that." Bishop reprimanded Sunset with the intensity of a royal judge reading his ruling.

Sunset looked to the other two professors for help but Saturn was avoiding her gaze. Pixie buried her head down in her hooves, covering her eyes. 

“I’m sorry…” was all Sunset could think to say. Celestia had shown her the secret scrolls of Star Swirl.

Why didn’t she warn me? I would have obeyed

“I will be calling a school committee to meet and determine your punishment up to and including expulsion." Madam Bishop stated coldly. "You are dismissed, Miss Shimmer.”

Hanging her head, Sunset walked towards the exit door. The gymnasium was completely silent except for her hoofsteps clacking quietly on the floor. Once she was outside, the glare from Celestia’s sunlight felt brighter than usual, irritating Sunset’s eyes. Tempest Dream trotted up gleefully to the gloomy mare.

“What happened? How’d it go?” Tempest’s smile faded as she noticed Sunset’s slouching demeanor. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” She avoided Tempest’s eyes and just kept walking away slowly. 

“Was it really that bad? That’s not fair. That spell was amazing, and you even made it disappear. What happened to the plant and the gym? How did you do that? Why would Mad Mare fail you? I’ve never seen magic like that in my life.” Tempest rambled. Her incessant questions rattled around Sunset's head like bees.

“Shut up!” Sunset snapped and Tempest froze in shock of the outburst. Sunset was mildly shocked by the intensity of her own voice. Tempest looked as if she had been physically wounded by her words. 

“I just want to be alone right now,” Before her friend could respond, Sunset darted off towards the Castle.

Why mom, why didn’t you tell me?

She kept repeating it in her head over and over as she ran. 

I didn't know. I swear, I didn't know

When she finally got back to her room, she slammed the door shut, leaped into bed, and buried her face in the pillows. Within seconds her main pillow was soaked in tears. She cried for so long that she lost track of time. She was reliving the moment in her head on repeat. The moment Mad Mare got her last laugh. This is what Bishop always wanted: to be proven right. And Sunset had given the victory to her. Her other teachers, teachers that loved her and sang her praise, couldn’t even look at her now.

Is this how everypony is gonna react when they find out? What about Celestia…?

“Sunset?” A calm and familiar voice called out for her, breaking her chain of disheartening thought. Celestia entered Sunset’s room and closed the door behind her. The tear stricken mare looked up from her pillow. Celestia always looked the same no matter what the situation. She was calm, regal, and even tempered, the perfect ruler and dignitary. But for once Sunset wished she would show just a little bit of emotion. 

"What happened? What did you do?" Her voice was calm but it still sounded like an interrogation.

"Nothing, I just did my exam." Sunset shoved two pillows over her head so she didn't have to look at the Princess.

"Nothing? They told me you performed dark magic, that's hardly nothing." Celestia stepped closer to Sunset’s bed.

"I didn't know it was dark magic, Star Swirl never added a disclaimer saying, 'Warning: dark magic do not cast.'" Sunset could taste her humid breath on the moistened pillows.

"Every scroll locked in the Star Swirl the Bearded wing of the library is forbidden magic. I told you this."

Sunset shot up from under her pillows and pointed accusingly at Celestia.

"No, you never said they were forbidden."

Celestia looked taken aback by the sudden accusation.

"Of course I did," she replied with some attitude. Her expression was furious. Sunset felt a small bit of satisfaction that Celestia was actually getting worked up about something.

"Wrong. I remember exactly what you said. You said," she flipped her tone into a mocking impression of Celestia's voice and cadence, "'These spells are ancient and powerful, they are not to be taken lightly. Only the most trusted of ponies have access to their contents.'"

Celestia waived her hoof in frustration, dismissing Sunset's mocking tone.

"And you thought that meant you could just cast them willy nilly?

Sunset tossed a pillow at Celestia. It caught the princess off guard as it bounced off her nose and landed on the ground.

"I thought I was one of the trusted ponies," Sunset screamed back. Celestia said nothing. The two mares stared at each other silently for what felt like ages to Sunset.

"Am I one of the trusted ponies? If not then why did you even let me see the scrolls? What am I?"

Celestia wanted to answer but she looked away and hesitated. She shook her head and finally said,

"E-Even so, those spells are too dangerous to cast on a whim, you should have known better." 

Sunset scoffed so hard she was practically neighing. 

"It wasn't on a whim. I made a mess of the gymnasium so I cleaned it up. I had a very good reason for using the spell and I cast it perfectly. Nopony was in danger." She collapsed on her back in bed and stared at the ceiling. The gaudy oversized architecture of the castle made her room larger than many pony's entire homes.

"That's not for you to say." Celestia walked to the side of the bed and looked straight down at her fire maned student. Making sure that she stayed in Sunset’s field of vision while she kept talking.

"Temporal magic, and all dark magic, have consequences we do not fully understand. You could have torn a hole in our dimension, or disrupted time, or created a paradox. There's no end to the potential disaster that kind of magic can cause, which is why it is forbidden in the first place." Celestia stomped her hoof to accentuate her point, as her voice got louder with every sentence until she sounded like Madam Bishop.

"Then put a sign up," Still angry and frustrated, Sunset placed her remaining pillow back over her face to hide from Celestia's gaze.

"Do you think this is a joke, young filly?" Celestia was now shouting, "Madam Bishop is demanding you be expelled. And not just from the school but from the castle itself. What do you want me to go out there and tell them, that you're in here throwing a pillow tantrum?" 

Sunset pulled the pillow off her face, revealing that her eyes were full of tears again.

"Is that what you want? Would it be better if I just left? I'll just go away and never bother you again." 

Celestia was reminded of the helpless filly she found in the alleyway. She took in a deep breath and when she spoke, her voice was once again calm.

"Of course I don't want that. Just please promise me that you'll never use dark magic again."

Sunset nodded in agreement.

"I promise, never again."

Celestia sighed and sat down on the floor next to the bed. She looked physically exhausted. Like their conversation had weighed heavily on her. Sunset had scarcely seen the Princess show fatigue to anypony

"I'm tired, Sunset. I can't keep doing this forever." The Princess admitted. 

Sunset scooted to the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stress you out so much."

Celestia just laughed.

"It's not just you. I've been ruling Equestria for over a thousand years." She looked directly at Sunset, "It's time that somepony took my place."

Sunset's eyes went wide. 

"You don't mean… me do you?" Sunset slowly put the pieces together in her mind. The reason she lived in the Castle with Celestia, her status as personal student of the princess, and her enrollment in the prestigious magic school. It wasn't just charity or kindness. She was chosen. She was being prepared to rule one day. Equestria would have its first new princess in a millennium. The idea frightened Sunset at first. She didn't know what it took to be a princess. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be ready for such a monumental task.

However, the more she thought about it, the more it resonated with her, even excited her. If being the princess of all of Equestria was her destiny, then nopony could deny or doubt her, they wouldn't dare. And then everypony would know that Sunset Shimmer was the heir to the throne. She would one day take her mother's place as ruler. 

"I need a pony who is strong and wise enough to lead Equestria. A pony who understands the magic of the world we live in. And more importantly," Celestia took Sunset’s hoof into hers, " The magic of friendship."

Sunset’s tears were gone. She beamed brighter than a lighthouse at her adoptive mother. 

"I understand," Sunset squeezed Celestia’s hoof, "I promise I will make you proud."

Celestia stood up once more and was now at Sunset's level on the bed. She hugged her student and held her in her embrace.

"That's all I needed to hear, my little pony." 

She let go of Sunset and walked over to the door.

"Don't worry about Madam Bishop or anypony else. I'll take care of it." She opened the door with her magic, fully returned to her royal and regal demeanor once again.

"I love you, mom," Sunset clutched her pillow to her chest.

"I love you too, Sunset." Celestia looked down at the pillow on the floor. She picked it up with her magic and flung it into Sunset Shimmer's face. Sunset made a mousy squeak when the pillow caught her unprepared. 

"That's what you get for attacking me first." Celestia teased.

They both laughed. Sunset rolled her eyes and said,

"Okay fine, I won't do that again either."

Celestia left the room and gently closed the door behind her. Sunset was emotionally drained from such a roller coaster of a day but she didn't care. She laid back and closed her eyes, imagining her coronation ceremony with everypony cheering her name and Madam Bishop off stupidly pouting in a corner somewhere. 

She opened her eyes and smiled. In her mind she felt that she was ready to take on all of Equestria by herself. But she knew she had work to do. If she was going to be ruler of Equestria, she would need to become the most powerful unicorn in history.

"One day," Sunset whispered aloud.



****



Sunset sat perched at her oversized oak wood desk. Its drawers were permanently stuck half open due to the amount of crumpled parchment, broken quills, and empty bottles of ink shoved inside its rickety drawers. In an effort to make space, she had replaced her queen sized luxurious bed and ornate bed frame with a smaller twin bed shoved forgotten in the corner of the room. Not that she slept much anymore. The mattress was simply a soft place to collapse when her eyes couldn’t stay open anymore. She had to make plenty of space for her desk, plus the addition of several shelves, and a double sided filing cabinet. 

Her hooves were stained with ink that she had carelessly smeared while writing on countless scrolls and notebooks. A few blotches having found their way onto her face and mane - not that she particularly noticed or cared. Her shoulders were hunched and her neck craned forward in a manner that made her posture look like that of an old mare. She had lost track of the time, but it was still light outside so she knew she hadn't gone too long without eating. At least not yet. 

Without warning, the door to her room burst open with a bang as it slammed into the far wall so hard it nearly jostled it off its hinges. 

"Sunset Shimmer I presume!" Tempest stood in the door frame triumphantly on her hind hooves with her arms spread wide into the air. She awaited Sunset's reaction to her grand entrance, but the studious mare didn't budge from her place at the desk. She didn't even look up to acknowledge the disturbance. The awkward silence hung empty in the musty air of a room that suddenly felt very claustrophobic. 

"Uh… hello, is anypony home?" Tempest walked up to the comically large desk and rested her elbow on the wood surface and her hoof under her cheek. “I seem to be talking to the ghost of friendship past.”

"Hi Tempest." Sunset replied in a monotone voice. 

"Hi Tempest," Tempest mocked with an exaggerated boring tone. "Is that all you have for me?"

"What else would you like?" Sunset replied in her same flat cadence. 

“You have ink on your face.” Tempest remarked.

Sunset’s only response was a distracted, “Mhmm.”

"Wow, tough crowd today." Tempest blew out an exasperated sigh. "Well, for starters I'd like my friend back, how does that sound, hmm? She’s about…" Tempest held her hoof over Sunset’s head. “… this tall? Yellow and red mane? Goes by the name Sunset Shimmer? Have you seen her?”

"I can't do anything today, I'm busy." Sunset continued reading over a book that must have been over a thousand pages long and smelled like stale cabbages

"What are you talking about? It's your birthday! We planned to go back to the Fizzie Pop Soda Stop months ago. And that's just the 1st stop." Tempest threw up her hooves in shock and frustration. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. 

"I don’t know what day my birthday is." Sunset replied nonplussed. 

Tempest rolled her eyes.

"You know what I mean. It's the day you were found. We've always celebrated it as your birthday. It was Celestia’s idea." She pleaded with her studious friend. 

"Okay, fair enough." Sunset finally looked up from her books. "I'm sorry I forgot about it, but it’ll have to be another time. I just have too much on my plate at the moment."

Tempest shook her head slightly in disagreement. "Says who? You graduated months ago. And it’s not like you have a job." 

Sunset shot Tempest a nasty look at her minor jab.

"You know what I'm working towards." Sunset said curtly. 

"Well, yeah I do, but you have your entire life to accomplish that. Nopony is making you do anything right now except you. You've spent so many years with a crammed schedule you don't know how to function without it." 

Tempest leaned over the desk on both of her elbows as she squeezed Sunset’s cheeks together. 

“Now, tell me the truth, do you want to stay in this dusty old room, or do you want to have fun?”

Despite her face being smooshed by Tempest’s hooves, Sunset managed to narrow her eyes and speak boldly. "I have to maintain discipline. If I decline, I'll never be worthy enough. I'll fail Celestia. Again. 

Tempest slowly removed her grip, hearing how serious Sunset’s tone was. Sunset turned away and tried to refocus on her work, but was now thoroughly distracted plus, her face hurt. 

Trying again. Tempest changed her tactic. Her tone went from playful to more casual. "That doesn't mean you can never have any fun at all.” She insisted. “When are you supposed to live a little? Do something for you for once. It's your flippin' birthday, Sunset. I'm sure even Celestia would let you take a birthday break for Celestia… well… for her sake." Tempest giggled a little at the royal coincidence. "It's weird to swear by her when you're talking about her." 

"I agree it's a syntax nightmare." Sunset sighed and finally showed a little remorse for her decision. "However, I disagree that I can take a break."

"So, you’ll just work forever until you die?" Tempest complained. 

"N-no…" Sunset hesitated as she mustered up her defense. Closing her eyes, sighing heavily and speaking her next words very carefully. 

"It's just… this is the crucial time where I have to show my dedication. I know nopony asked me, specifically, but actions speak louder than words."

"And how long is this 'crucial time' going to last?" Tempest made air quotes for "crucial time." 

"I don't know. Okay? I don’t. But just until I get adjusted to some sort of schedule. I’ll figure it out.  I'll find a balance. It won't be forever, I promise." Sunset looked away from her oldest friend's gaze.

“Is that what it means to be a princess? To lock yourself into a room away from everypony else? I’m pretty sure Celestia actually interacts with other ponies. In fact I’m pretty sure that’s the whole point of being a princess.” Tempest felt like she was talking to a wall.

“What would you know about being a princess?” In her frustration, Sunset rolled up a scroll so fast it bunched up too far on the left, which caused it to get stuck and open a small tear. Sunset gasped in horror. 

“Oh thanks a lot, Tempest. This is only an 800 year old transcript. No big deal.”

“Uh you’re the one who tore it. Don’t blame me.” Tempest scoffed. “And I think I know as much about being a princess as you do. What with our combined zero years of experience.” Tempest gestured wildly in the air.

Sunset placed the scroll down and stood up.

“You have no idea what it’s like! You don’t understand the pressure I’m under.” Sunset closed her eyes and pushed her hooves into her temples.

“Maybe I don’t, but I can see that all this pressure is self imposed. The only pony who’s doing this to you is you.” Tempest doubled down pointing her hoof at Sunset. She did it so intensely that her shoulder tensed up. 

Sunset shook her head back and forth. “No, no, no, no you don’t get it. You don’t understand. No, you can’t even comprehend what it’s like being groomed to rule.”  Sunset opened her eyes and pulled on her red and yellow sunburnt locks.

“All these unspoken rules and tests you have to constantly pass. The manipulative political game you have to play with the royal court and the Canterlot elite. All the while, constantly behaving ignorant to the fact that your relationship with the princess is special. And then having to demonstrate your worthiness and ability to become a princess. But then also pretending you have no intention or concept that it is even possible or else it all comes crashing down.” 

“That sounds… super confusing and backwards.” Tempest admitted as she rubbed the back of her head. 

“Exactly!” Sunset fell on the desk with her head down at her own outburst. She continued speaking into the wooden desk which muffled her words. “If only you knew what it’s like to be groomed to rule. It’s awful.”

Tempest leaned over and patted Sunset on the back of the head.

“You know…” Tempest began almost sheepishly. For once she had found a subject that even she was afraid to bring up with Sunset. “You could always… not be a princess. Nopony is forcing you to do this. I’m sure Celestia would understand. In fact, nopony would understand more than her.”

An exasperated Sunset picked up her head and peeked at Tempest who’s hooves now fully embraced her. For a moment, she saw a way out. She could go celebrate her birthday with Tempest and live a “normal life”. She could be happy just living her life, exploring Equestria, and all the other great nations of the world. She could have many more birthdays just like this one, and never once have to deal with a royal court or jealous nobles.

Tempest’s smile was warm and inviting. She was a carefree pony who knew how to find joy in anything. A life like that would certainly be fun.

However, a nasty thought struck Sunset’s mind. She imagined a nearly infinite ruler years from now - long after Sunset’s time had passed. A ruler so tired and disconnected from  the burden of power that it had drained every last ounce of soul out of her. Sunset pictured an image of Princess Celestia permanently exhausted and void of all joy and vibrance. Her adoptive mother had once expressed to her how tired she was. The mantle of rule had worn down even an Alicorn as old as the age of Equestria itself. 

Somepony had to be there to take up the mantle for her. Celestia herself had chosen Sunset to do this. 

But, if she told her that she just wanted to live a normal life, the wise and kind Celestia would certainly acquiesce. And yet, damage would be done. Sunset would have failed Celestia for the last time and doom the pony she called mother to countless years of emptiness. 
 
Then another image invaded Sunset’s thoughts. A vision she often fantasized about. It was of her on the throne. Her royal gown glowing in the late afternoon light. Purple and red silk adorning her figure with a white translucent trim. A bejeweled crown atop her head, as she stood in the great hall. Her royal court surrounded her in awe of her beauty and majesty. The heir apparent. The great and benevolent ruler of Equestria.

Princess Sunset Shimmer.

She wanted it. She wanted that image to be true. And no amount of birthdays or fun outings was going to make it real. It could only be conquered through grueling hard work. She had to be the best and needed the forgotten power hidden in these ancient scrolls and books to achieve it. It was the only way to command respect. Pony’s only responded to power.

She glanced back at Tempest. Her well meaning, yet naive, smile still adorned her kind face. Sunset gave her a crooked half smile.

“Thank you, Tempest. Truly, I mean it, thank you. For all that you’ve done. It won’t go unnoticed. However, I’ll have to pass on tonight. I promise I’ll set aside some time soon.” Sunset felt a little guilty, but was at peace with her decision. It was necessary to fulfill her dreams.

Tempest slammed her hooves down on the dark brown oak. Sunset jumped in surprise. 

"Sunset Shimmer, come with me to your birthday party right now or else!" Tempest was still smiling, but a tinge of annoyance slipped into her voice. Only because this certainly wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation. She had tried so many times to be a true friend to Sunset, and she was starting to doubt if Sunset wanted to be helped.

Sunset's expression darkened and her posture went defensive. 

"Or else what? You'll blab my secret to everypony in the royal court?" Sunset panicked just a little. Nopony in Equestria had more dirt on her than Tempest. She knew all of Sunset’s secrets. In fact, she probably knew too much. And, as of this moment, Sunset didn’t have a way out. If anypony of status heard even a whisper that Sunset had ambition for the crown, she and Celestia would be in for a world of trouble. 

Tempest pulled away from the desk and stood in the middle of the room silently for a long time. Her face looked like Sunset Shimmer had ripped a hole in her torso with a magic attack. She was struck with overwhelming disbelief. 

"I would never do that, Sunset. Never. Why would you think that?" All of the joy and bubbly tone in Tempest's voice was gone. She sounded just as drab and serious as Sunset.

"Oh…" was all Sunset could think to say. "Well I appreciate that, thank you.."

“Of course." Tempest spoke back automatically. Realizing that their conversation was going nowhere. Tempest sighed in defeat. 

"Well… I'll leave you to your work. I'm sorry I bothered you." Tempest slunk back to the wide open door. The air in the room had become so stiff it was almost unbreathable. 

"Thank you for understanding." Sunset replied, but she was already absorbed back into her infinite literature.

It was suddenly like a conversation between two robots. All formalities, no real substance.

Tempest slowly began to close the door on her way out. She peaked around the door to look at her old friend one last time.

"Good luck Sunset Shimmer. I wish you all the best." Tempest closed the door just in time. Another second and Sunset would have seen the ugly face of Tempest crying uncontrollably. 

"Thanks." Sunset replied to absolutely nopony.



****

> The First Equestria Girl: Ch. 3
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Sunset?" Celestia descended the steps of the Canterlot Library. "Sunset are you down here?" 

The spiral staircase led down to the deepest recesses of the castle. Since almost no pony was allowed to visit the Star Swirl the Bearded wing of the library, the staircase had no light source and was pitch black even during the day. Her horn glowed with just enough light to see the way down the steps. The stone walls were full of dust and mold as this part of the castle hadn't been refurbished in hundreds of years. The smell of rot and decay was enough to make anypony turn back. It was like walking through a dragon's stomach filled with spider webs. 

When she got to the bottom, she found Sunset sitting at a wide oak desk with several candles lit around her as well as the magic light from her horn. She had scrolls and books laid out in an unorganized manner all over the desk. Some were even stacked on the floor. The room at the bottom was somewhat large but felt cramped with the massive shelf storage that took up most of the available space. The air was dead and stuffy. It was too warm to be comfortable, but also dry and cold at the same time.

"There you are," Celestia made her horn a little brighter so she could see Sunset better. It didn't do the room any favors. The books looked musty and faded. Some of them seemed like they would fall apart just by being picked up. The scrolls were stained so yellow and brown they looked like they had been infected by some sort of illness. 

"Are you alright? You seem stressed lately, has something been bothering you?" 

Sunset didn't look away from the scroll she was reading, and her voice sounded distant. 

"I'm fine, I'm kinda in the middle of something though." She tried to focus on the passages in the scroll but Celestia's questions kept breaking her concentration.

"You're always in the middle of something. Have you even eaten? Slept? I never see you around the castle anymore." Celestia pushed a low-hanging cobweb out of her face. 

"I'm eating fine. I'm sleeping fine. I just have so much work to do." 

Celestia cleared her throat. The dust in the room was getting to her.

"But do you ever see or talk to anypony anymore?"

Sunset slid the scroll she was looking at aside and grabbed another one to her right, unrolling it quickly.

"The less I see of other ponies the better. They just slow me down. They're always getting in my way."

Celestia shook her head. She knew Sunset was growing more distant from the world but at this rate she may become a full on recluse. 

"What about that one mare? Tempest was her name I believe. You two were inseparable. What has she been up to?"

"I have no idea," Sunset shrugged, her eyes scanning quickly over the words before her.

"Well why don't you go get lunch with her and catch up sometime?"

Sunset turned around sharply in her seat. She rolled her eyes at Celestia.

"And why would I do that?"

Celestia’s empathy quickly changed to indignation. 

"I've told you about the importance of friendship. Without it our magic is lost."

Sunset laughed and gestured around the room.

"Are you sure about that? Star Swirl seemed like a pretty lonely guy and he's considered to be the greatest unicorn who ever lived." She turned back to face her scrolls.

"Star Swirl…" Celestia began, "...was troubled. He never did fully grasp the necessity of friendship and in the end he regretted it."

"Uh huh…" Sunset tried to focus all her attention on the writings again, "Please let me study, this is very important."

"Ugh," Celestia cried out. She was fed up with her student. "What could possibly be so important? You've read every accursed scroll in this room more than twice. What more do you have to gain from this?"

Sunset held up the scroll she was reading to her horn's light so that Celestia could see it.

"Most of these scrolls are personal accounts of Star Swirl rambling on about who knows what. But if I can decipher them, think of the knowledge we'll gain. Think of the magic we could have that he never finished developing." 

Celestia grabbed the scroll with her magic, flipped it over and set it back down on the table. So Sunset wouldn’t have the distraction of looking at it while she talked with her.

"But why do you have to do it alone? And why right now at the cost of living your life?"

Sunset stood up abruptly and got in Celestia’s face.

"I have to know more. I have to get stronger, and more powerful if I'm going to rule. I can't have any weaknesses." Sunset's mane was ragged and there were dark, puffy bags under her eyes. She was clearly lying about sleeping well.

Celestia’s expression was morose. She didn't know what had become of the happy filly she knew.

"Having no friends is the greatest weakness a pony can have."

They just stared at each other for several seconds. Realizing Celestia wasn't going to leave until she agreed, Sunset gave in a little.

"Just let me study a bit more. I'll come up in a few minutes, I promise." Sunset tried to force a smile to be convincing. 

"Ok, I'll have some tea prepared for us. It's time we had a much-needed chat." Celestia sighed and exited back up the stairs. 

Once she was gone, Sunset picked up the scroll again. However, this time she noticed something different. There was some writing on the back side. It was only at the edge of the scroll so you wouldn't notice it unless you unraveled it completely and turned it over. Celestia messing with it had revealed the hidden text unknowingly. Sunset feverishly started reading.

“...I have no words for what I've done. No. I suppose there is one word: cowardice. In my cowardice I have saved Equestria but possibly destroyed another world. The sirens were too powerful to stop. Equestria and all nations the world over were in turmoil from their cursed magic. I couldn't defeat them, nopony could. I saw no alternative but to open a dimensional portal. So I did it. I cast them into another world. But the portal was unstable. They must have exited on the other side. Not only in another dimension, but in another time as well. They can never be allowed to return to our world. They would only want to wreak havoc on Equestria in revenge for trapping them. I've used dark magic to make sure that they stay where they are for good. Another broken promise. But I had no choice. We are safe but who knows what perils I have condemned the future of this other world to. We constructed a mirror infused with a dimensional portal. It is stable but set to a limited cycle in order to properly contain the magic required to do so. One day, this other world will be in jeopardy. And it is our descendants who will be burdened to save them. Because of my actions. I will carry my shame to the grave with me. I am a coward, a liar, and as far as anypony in that other world is concerned, a monster…” 

"Another world?" Sunset wondered to herself. The thought of a whole new plane of existence with its own magic was tantalizing. What new power could be found on the other side of that portal? 

"I have to find it." Sunset mumbled to herself. "Where is the mirror? Star Swirl, you jerk, what did you do with it?" She was about to go scrambling through the backs of other scrolls, but noticed there was one more thing written below Star Swirl's depressing account of events. It looked like some sort of codex. It wasn't too complicated in fact…

It matches the sorting system of this sub library chamber, she thought to herself. 

It was a sequence of several points on the shelf in a set order. Darting her eyes across the numerous, dusty volumes of books, she rattled off their numeric sequence in her head as her eyes scanned the multiple shelves. 

Sunset’s eyes finally settled upon the shelf on the far back wall of the room which contained all the points from the scroll codex. 

She got up and practically leapt over to the wall. She immediately found the appropriate books and tugged on each of them in sequence. As soon as she nudged the last book, the shelf began to rattle and shake. Dust and dirt trickled down to the floor like a misty rain as the shaking edifice shifted and moved. 

It spun halfway towards her until the shelf was completely sideways. A secret new room was revealed to her, albeit cast completely in darkness. 

Sunset's heart pounded as she carefully stepped into the revealed chamber. The glow from her horn was just enough to notice empty glow orbs a few feet above her head and hanging all around the room. 

Glow orbs were an old fashion magic based lighting system. Noting this, she cast her illumination spell from her horn upward and into the suspended glass orbs. As her magic touched each one, they lit up with a calm, gentle light. 

Collectively, they made the room bright enough to hold a school session there. However, the room was barely the size of an office. There were shelves on the walls with books Sunset had never seen before. Normally she would be fascinated and giddy to jump straight into a new secret Star Swirl the Bearded text that nopony had ever seen in what must have been hundreds of years, at least. But there was an even more enticing prize in the dead center of the room. She couldn't keep her eyes off of it. 

It was a mirror standing at least six feet tall and raised on a double stepped precipice. The steps and casing holding the mirror were made of stone, but painted in royal lavender. It was decorated in black metal accents. The metal was shaped in a lace gothic design. 

There were what looked like orbs cast in the stone up and down both sides of the mirror. At the top above the cornerstone of the mirror arch was a crown shaped piece on top. It was an impressive sight to see both in craftsmanship and design. 

Sunset knew this must be the mirror portal Star Swirl had constructed all those years ago. She gingerly climbed onto the first step of the precipice and held her hoof out towards her reflection in the mirror. A light briefly flashed in the mirror as she got closer. 

She did not have time to investigate further because suddenly Celestia’s looming reflection appeared in the background of the mirror. Sunset jumped in surprise as she turned around to face the Princess.

"So you found it," Celestia said flatly. Her expression was full of disdain and hatred. 

Sunset nervously glanced up at the Princess, ready to beg forgiveness for whatever transgression she had made. She was relieved to see that Celestia’s harsh expression was fixated on the mirror and not her. 

"Isn't it amazing?" Sunset asked, a little confused.

"It's wretched," Celestia snapped back with venom, "I would have destroyed this thing years ago, but it is needed for a future purpose."

"You mean the Sirens that Star Swirl banished, right?" Sunset nodded. "One day they will threaten the world on the other side."

Celestia closed her eyes. She recalled her memories of the wise, but foolish old stallion.

"I dread the day we are called upon to clean up his mess. But I cannot in good conscience let another world suffer for our gain. That was one thing Star Swirl and I both agreed upon." Celestia opened her eyes and stared at Sunset. 

She wanted so badly to make her student understand. To help her avoid the mistakes that lonely stallion had made all those years ago. 

"What is it like over there in the other world? Is it anything like our own?" Sunset's gaze was fixated on her own reflection in the mirror.

Celestia ignored her pupil's question, and asked one of her own, "What do you see when you look at your reflection, Sunset?" 

Sunset took a deep breath and stuck out her chest.

"I see a beautiful pony who has nothing but power and potential." She tried to fix her hair and look more composed. Unfortunately, her frazzled complexion and the bags under her eyes would need rest to be fully restored. 

Without warning, the mirror flashed and her image changed. Her hair and body looked like she had been given a full luxury spa treatment. She hadn't seen herself look that good in ages. Before Sunset could mention anything about this Celestia added,

"Okay, maybe try again and this time use a little humility and self-reflection in your response?" Celestia rolled her eyes.

Sunset studied herself deeply. She looked furiously at her improved reflection.

"I see a pony who isn't good enough yet. A pony who needs more power to achieve her goals. A pony who could be great. A pony that could rule Equestria!" 

As she shouted the end of her answer her reflection flashed again. She saw herself standing tall in the form of an alicorn. Her wingspan was as wide as Celestia’s and a bejeweled crown rested on her head. 

Sunset grinned at the new image of herself. It was the realization of everything she’d ever wanted and deserved. As quickly as the regal image was formed, it began to change.  Contorting and twisting. Her complexion turned dark red, and her wings fractured into what looked like leathery bat wings. Her eyes were sunk in and her crown turned into black gilded thorns. 

Celestia and the rest of the room in her reflection were replaced by flames that engulfed her mutated body. She shuddered and blinked her eyes, and just like that, the image was gone. All she saw was her unkempt self, and a disappointed Celestia standing behind her.

"Sunset Shimmer, you are not to go through that portal," Celestia stated firmly.

"What?" Sunset turned back in disbelief. "What about all the knowledge and magic that could be over there? Are we just going to ignore it?"

Celestia walked right up to Sunset and glared sternly at her.

"I forbid any pony to pass through that mirror. I refuse to risk the consequences."

Sunset turned to look at the mirror again, but her reflection was unchanged. She looked back to Celestia, almost pleading.

"But Star Swirl said one day we'll have to save that world from the Sirens. Shouldn't we see what's on the other side? Shouldn't we be prepared for what we may face? What are we even saving?" With every question, Sunset’s tone grew more annoyed.

"We will not cross the portal until the day we must. That is my final decision." Celestia tapped her hoof on the floor.

"But…" Sunset began but was interrupted.

"Sunset Shimmer you are forbidden to enter the portal," Celestia shouted. Sunset reeled back in shock.

"What did you say to me?" Sunset barely whispered. Even when Celestia was cross with her, she couldn't remember a time her adoptive mother was this harsh to her.

"Acknowledge that you will obey my command," Celestia demanded.

"What? But, that's not fair. Why would…?" Sunset was interrupted again.

"Acknowledge you will obey my command or be under arrest for insubordination," Celestia rattled off like a drill sergeant. Sunset was apoplectic. Celestia had never threatened her before in her life and now she was talking about sending her to jail.

"I… I promise I won't go through the portal." It took every ounce of self-control for Sunset to stop herself from bursting into tears. 

"Good," Celestia's tone lightened but only slightly. "Now leave this place. You've spent far too much time down here."

Sunset Shimmer was too emotionally exhausted to argue. She quietly walked back through the secret bookshelf door and up the stairs to the castle hallway. She spent the rest of the day just wandering the castle grounds aimlessly. The events that had transpired in the secret library spinning through her mind.



****


It was a web of lies and deception she had woven, but it was too late to turn back now. The stage had been set and her destiny stood before her. 

Sunset had arranged a trip out to Fillydelphia to spend a week sightseeing and meeting new ponies. Celestia had been elated to learn of Sunset’s eagerness to take a break from the constant isolation and relentless research. Sunset felt guilty when she pictured the endearing smile on her adoptive mother's face when she told her she wanted to "see the world for herself" and "get her hooves on the ground." 

Of course, it was all to get Celestia off her back so that nopony would notice her slip back down into the catacombs of Star Swirl's magic basement. 

She had packed her knapsack with supplies but not for sightseeing. This was going to be an expedition into the great beyond. 

She had spent weeks and studied every book in the secret chamber behind the moving shelf. She knew exactly how the portal worked now. 

Every 30 moons the portal would open allowing anypony to cross over into another dimension. The portal would remain stable for three days and then become inert again. She had three days to enter the portal, and return before she would be trapped on the other side for another 30 moons. 

She took a deep breath. Bravely stepping onto the platform, and up to the mirror. The reflection of herself that stared back looked confident and determined.

"Stop right there, don't move another step," a shrill and catty voice called out from behind Sunset. It was that same miserable voice which filled her nightmares as a child. 

Sunset pivoted around to see Madam Bishop standing just inside the small room.

"Celestia was right to have me follow you around. I knew you'd be up to no good sooner or later." Bishop pointed her hoof at Sunset accusingly. 

Sunset gritted her teeth so hard that they ached. She would be happy if she never saw this disgruntled kindergarten teacher for the rest of her life. Worst of all, Celestia had her follow her around. Her own mother didn't trust her. It seemed that both of them were keeping secrets from one another. 

"You don't know what you're doing, Bishop. Just stay out of my way." 

Bishop scoffed and turned her nose up to Sunset.

"How dare you address me as such. Your treason will not go unpunished this time. The Princess and her guards are already on their way." Her scowl suddenly twisted into a despicable grin, "Sunset Shimmer, you are under arrest for being a traitor to Equestria." 

"Traitor?" Sunset shouted back, "I'm not a traitor, I'm trying to help everypony. This is…"

"That's enough, Sunset." The princess’s voice was clear and sharp as it echoed through the dual basement chambers. Celestia stepped into the room with two royal guards following in behind her. 

One of the guards was a young looking white unicorn with a cool blue mane who seemed focused but bewildered by his unfamiliar surroundings. He couldn't have been more than a few weeks out of training and the secret lair of Star Swirl the Bearded wasn't exactly a stop on the castle tour. 

The other guard was a stout looking Pegasus with a distinct scar slashing through his forehead and left eye. The older looking captain glared at her so angrily, Sunset was worried he would attack her at any second. 

"I… I wasn't gonna go through the portal, I swear." Sunset stammered in a panic, trying to save herself from being arrested. She had been caught red hooved with her hoof in the cookie jar.

"Lies," Bishop retorted. "You with your travel bag and your fake story of visiting Fillydelphia. Look at you. Standing greedy eyed in front of that magical device. Nothing you say is to be trusted." Bishop looked over to Celestia and shook her head in shame. 

The Princess stepped forward so that she could directly face her derelict student.

"Sunset… what have you done?" Her scowl was fierce but her eyes were filled with a thousand year old sadness.

"I… I just wanted to be strong. Like a princess." Sunset was unable to hold Celestia’s gaze. 

"A princess’s strength comes from her friends, not from magic or power. It is clear to me now that you will never understand this.” With a heavy heart, she spoke her final judgement.  “Sunset Shimmer, you are dismissed as my student. You are welcome to stay in Canterlot, but please gather your things and leave the castle." Celestia closed her eyes. In her mind she saw the moon and the shadow of her dark sister. 

Wide-eyed and shocked, Sunset began to beg. "No please, anything but that. I'll do anything you ask, please don't send me away." She stepped towards Celestia, but Madam Bishop got in her way.

"You are fortunate that's the only punishment she's given you. Now stay away from the Princess, and get out of here." Bishop leaned in, forcing Sunset to back away. 

Celestia stayed silent.

Throwing all caution out the window, Sunset made one final plea. 

"Mom… mom I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please don't do this." Tears streamed down Sunset's cheeks. 

Celestia's eyes shot open and looked a little embarrassed. She tilted her head at her former student.

"Uh… Sunset, I think you misspoke a little there." Celestia's eyes darted to Bishop then to her guards and finally back to Sunset. Bishop backed up a few steps and turned to suspiciously study Celestia’s face and then back to Sunset’s exasperated expression. Reading the emotion in the room and finally understanding what had transpired all these years.

"No." Bishop stated with a stark realization, "She didn't misspeak. She didn't misspeak at all. You've been letting her call you mother haven't you?" Bishop almost shouted at Celestia. 

"I… well you see…" Celestia tried to explain, but was interrupted by Bishop.

"All these years you ignored my council and you did exactly what I warned you about. And look what it has wrought you." Bishop pointed at Sunset without even looking at her. "A spoiled brat of a castle rat. She thinks she's royalty and now she's hungry with power. Do you see it now princess? She's rotten to the core."

Bishop's words stung Sunset as an awkward silence filled the small basement room. 

"It's not like that. It's not true." Sunset, hyperventilating in a panic, pleaded with her adoptive mother. "Tell them, Mom. Tell them the truth. l… I lo-" Sunset began but was cut off by Celestia.

"Sunset Shimmer, I am not your mother. You were my student and nothing more." There was no kindness or love in Celestia’s eyes. There was only cold, royal authority.

Sunset's felt as if her heart had fallen out of her body. She was empty and naked. Nopony is this world or any other cared about her at all. Everything she knew was a lie. And the biggest liar of all stood right in front of her. 

She felt a rage building up inside of her like the roaring flames of a brush fire. She gathered her magical energy and focused it intently on her horn. Before she could think rationally or calm down, she let out a devastating yell. The veins in her neck popped and her throat felt raw as her primal scream rang out, catching everypony off guard. 

Her magic shot out in a powerful beam and headed straight towards Celestia. This was not an academic or casually cast attack ray. Sunset's intentions were dangerous and the magical energy she fired would have been strong enough to pierce the stone castle walls multiple times over.

In such close range, no mere pony could have possibly reacted to the attack in time. But Celestia was no mere pony. She was the princess of Equestria. She had more than a thousand years of experience in magic, combat, and betrayal. She met Sunset's beam with her own and their magic clashed causing a sonic wave to knock everypony in the room over. 

Bishop cowered on the ground and covered her head with her hooves. The young and old guards were knocked back but each slowly got up. The older pegasus captain looked on helplessly. With magic this powerful, there was nothing he could do to help his princess. 

The beams had originally clashed right in front of Celestia's face but she managed to push it back to the center of them. Celestia had known very few unicorns in her lifetime who could challenge her magic to this extent. The dark potential of Sunset Shimmer filled the princess with fear.

"Liar!"

Celestia heard shouting from the other side of the beam.

"You lied to me! All these years wasted."

She couldn’t see Sunset around the dual blasts. Her memories were full of that awful day when she had a similar battle with Luna. She remembered what she had to do on that day, and it brought tears to her eyes for the first time in centuries.

Celestia's beam gained the upper hand and wore down the fiery blast from her former student. Sunset attempted to recharge her beam with a last gasp and a shout but it was too little too late. Celestia's beam hit her horn, muting her spell and sending her flying backwards. Her back slammed against the bookshelf and she collapsed prostrated in a heap on the floor. Dozens of ancient Star Swirl books fell on top of and around her motionless body. Sunset was injured, but Celestia canceled her spell just in time to prevent further damage. Celestia and her veteran captain carefully approached the fallen Sunset. She dared to look up at the princess. Barely able to move her neck, she was clearly exhausted and her eyes were dead of all emotion.

"You should have left me in the alley." 

Sunset could barely form the words but they came out loud and clear. The pegasus captain sighed and held his hoof out to her.

"That's enough now," his voice was gruff, but there was empathy in his tone. "Come on, miss. I'll escort you out of the castle. Nothing more needs to be said."

Sunset hesitantly grabbed his hoof and he helped her get up on her hooves. Celestia made no objections as they walked silently to the swinging bookshelf exit.

For a brief second the air was calm and the hostile moment had passed. Until an unmoved and unrelenting voice spoke out.

"Lock her up!" Bishop demanded, back on her hooves. "She assaulted the princess. Send her to the dungeon immediately."

The captain glanced back at Celestia.

"What are your orders, princess?" 

Bishop was about to interject once again, but he simply held up his hoof and she was silenced.

"I'm sorry, Sunset. It didn't have to be this way, but you gave me no choice. Be well, and safe in your travels." Celestia sighed. Her failure as a teacher and mentor stinging in her mind.

"Very good, princess," Captain Archer nodded in approval as he directed Sunset, "Please follow me, miss." 

Sunset began to comply but a devious smile crossed her face as a sneaky thought came to her mind.

"I'm sorry too," Sunset said coldly. Gathering what little magic energy she could still muster up, she sent it blasting into the unwitting captain. 

He screamed and grabbed his right wing as a hot searing pain gripped his shoulder. The remaining unicorn guard shot a beam in Sunset's direction but it missed widely. Sunset dodged it by darting back in the opposite direction.

She could see the mirror portal right in front of her. According to the text, today was the day that the portal was open, but she had yet to test it. Almost confirming her data, the mirror flashed briefly as she leapt into the air. She prayed that it would accept her and send her into a whole new world. She prayed it would give her a fresh start.

Celestia could read the trajectory of Sunset's leap of faith. A single beam in her direction could pick her out of the air and send her careening to the floor again. The shot would have been child's play for the Princess and Sunset would spend who knows how much of her adult pony life in prison. 

Celestia held the shot back, and Sunset disappeared through the portal. Archer slowly got up to his feet, groaning and cursing.

"I'm sorry, princess. I should have seen it coming." He held his burnt wing in his left hoof.

"I should have seen it coming too, Archer." Celestia kept staring at the portal. She hoped that whatever was on the other side of that mirror would be kind to Sunset. She wished that Sunset would someday learn what Celestia had failed to teach her. Even if it was without her. It may be Sunset's only remaining chance to turn away from the dark path Celestia knew would befall her former student.

"I hardly recognize her now, she was such a nice child." Archer looked remorseful, wishing there was more he could have done. 

"Captain, you're injured," the young recruit cried. He had tasted his first field of battle. This was nothing like training camp.

"I've had worse, kid," the captain spat on the ground, frustrated with his oversight. "Let that be a lesson to you, Private Shining Armor. Never take your eyes off your flank."

The young recruit saluted sharply.

"Well good riddance," Bishop scoffed as she joined Celestia’s side. Celestia just kept staring at the mirror portal in silence.

"You did what you had to, Princess. It was necessary. I told you she was a bad apple, did I not?" Bishop stood up tall, content with herself.

"Madam Bishop," Celestia spoke up suddenly. 

"Yes, my princess." Bishop bowed her head respectfully to her ruler.

"You're fired."



****

> The First Equestria Girl: Ch. 4
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Disoriented wouldn't even begin to describe what Sunset was experiencing. The moment her body entered the portal, up and down ceased to exist. Direction and space were meaningless. Even the integrity of her own mass was debatable. 

She felt her figure stretch and contort as she spun around in a cascading spiral, like helpless debris circling a drain. She was a wayward planet caught in a black hole and being pulled into an inevitable crushing doom. Except, instead of the darkness of space, the brightest, most blinding multicolored lights filled her vision. Mocking her as she helplessly careened onward to who knows where.

Mercifully, the nightmare roller coaster ended as she was jettisoned out of the end of the portal. She skidded across the hard ground, landing on her stomach, which wasn’t exactly pleasant. However, she was thankful that ground and gravity finally existed again. 

She was dizzy from the harrowing experience and it took a moment for her vision to return to normal. When the world finally stopped spinning, she surveyed the land directly in front of her. She was on, what appeared to be, a concrete path in the middle of a well trimmed grassy field. The path led straight to a castle about 30 meters in front of her. 

No she thought, Not a castle. 

It was a brick building. A simple, yet elegant structure. Only a few stories tall and symmetrical in shape. It was more like a school or government building. The kind that existed outside the castle grounds in the greater Canterlot city area, or in other cities and towns across Equestria. Wherever she was, it wasn't too dissimilar from home.

At least, that's what she thought.

She tried to walk towards the building, but stumbled immediately. Face planting on the ground as the bottom of her chin scraped the concrete. 

Something was wrong. She couldn't move properly, and her face felt like it was bare and unprotected. She went to bring her hoof up to rub her chin, but as soon as her arm came into her vision, she froze. Her hoof wasn't a hoof at all. Her arm thinned out at her wrist and became flat, like a pressed waffle. There were five tiny tendrils sprouting out from where her flat hoof used to be. Her "hoof" was the same soft light yellow color of fur she expected, but there was no fur to speak of. It was just bare exposed skin, that was smooth and slimy. Her arms were black and dry like a crust was covering her body. Was she burnt? Did the portal damage and mangle her beyond recognition? She wanted to touch her face, but her own deformed hoof terrified her. She didn't feel any physical pain, although panic was beginning to set in and she could feel her breath shortening. 

It took a few seconds for it to register to Sunset that she was screaming out loud. She didn't want to draw attention to herself before knowing if the coast was clear. She had no idea what dangers this world could hold. However, she couldn’t stop herself from emptying her lungs in the loudest manner possible. 

What had the portal done to her? What else was wrong with her body? Did Celestia know this would happen? Was she laughing on the other side of the portal? Was this her comeuppance for questioning the Princess’s authority? 

Her mind went blank as she reached the end of her screaming breath. She was forced to gasp for more air in order to continue her bellowing, conflicted cry. Although, before she could continue, she noticed that somepony else was screaming right next to her.

A blue haired creature sat on the ground to Sunset’s right. It looked like a lanky, gangly mess with massive legs, but tiny arms compared to the rest of its body. It was clothed from neck to toe in blue pants, massive shin high boots, and what appeared to be a yellow and white shirt or blouse. 

It was difficult to discern what body parts were what compared to a normal pony. The creature’s torso was elongated and its face was pushed in. There was barely a distinguishable nose on its oversized head and no muzzle to speak of. Its fur, or rather skin, was blue and about the same texture as what Sunset noticed on herself. It also had mangled tentacle hooves just like hers. 

Is that… is that what I look like? The thought horrified Sunset. Was every creature here an ungodly abomination? And why was it screaming? Was it in pain? Was it mocking Sunset? Did she unintentionally activate some sort of mating cry by shouting first? The thought of such beasts mating made Sunset shudder. She didn't even know if these beings were intelligent or could talk.

Can I even talk? I haven't tried yet. Before she could form words the creature’s eyes glanced over at Sunset and spoke first.

"Girl, you are so right. The first day of school is always just the worst."

Sunset wiggled away a little bit, out of instinct. She was still unfamiliar with how to move her atrocious body.

"Sorry if I scared you. I just saw you having a breakdown over here and thought I'd join you." 

The creature shifted its weight and moved from sitting on its hind legs to sitting on its torso with its legs apart and its knees in the air.

"What's your name, new girl?" It casually asked. 

Sunset felt a little bit more at ease. This creature seemed pretty harmless and somewhat kind, if not mildly eccentric. Then again, she had no reference for what was normal here at all. At least these creatures were intelligent beings. Which made sense. You'd have to have intelligence and society to be able to construct buildings.

Realizing that she had yet to reply to the other creature’s questions. Sunset opened her mouth, moving her tongue across her lips and teeth. Trying out a few grunts and moans, before attempting syllables.

“I-I-I…” She attempted to speak. 

"I'm S-Sunset Sh-Shimmer." The words felt clunky coming out of her tiny mouth, and she kept re-wetting her lips with her tongue

"S-Sunset Sh-shimmer," the blue being imitated, "That's an interesting name. Very S-snakey with an elongated 'Esss.'"

She continued dragging out the "Esss" long after her sentence was done. Based on the voice and demeanor, Sunset devised that this creature was female. She chuckled nervously and was reminded of somepony she knew. But couldn't quite put her hoof on it.

"It's just Sunset Shimmer.”A smile came over her weird face for the first time in what felt like ages. "No snakes involved."

Sunset's companion held out her bizarre, multi-appendaged hoof towards her.

"My name's Tempest Dream."

Sunset’s eyes bolted wide open in shock. What this girl had just said was impossible. 

She looked up and down this friendly being's body with a new context. If you ignored the abnormalities, then her hair, her expression, her speech, her demeanor… It was definitely her. It was Tempest Dream, her oldest childhood friend. 

But it wasn't her? Was it? How could this be? Unless Tempest jumped through the portal right after her? However, she wasn't anywhere near the secret chamber in Celestia’s castle. So how was she here now?

"Let me help you up, silly," Tempest, new Tempest, suddenly rose up from the ground on her massive hind legs. She towered over Sunset, nearly two meters tall. 

These creatures that looked helpless on the ground, were imposing giants on their hind legs. She didn't look like a pony on its hind legs. She looked, somehow, correct. Her hips were centered to the rest of her body. The abnormal body structure made more sense in this standing, upright position. Clearly these creatures were bi-pedal which is why the arms were so small and weak compared to the hind legs. The arms weren't meant for walking at all. 

Sunset reached out her hoof, or whatever it was, towards Tempest’s own arm, which remained pointed invitingly at Sunset. She awkwardly grabbed it as her misplaced hoof tendrils didn't know where to grip onto Tempest. However, Tempest confidently and expertly got around this by simply wrapping her tendrils around Sunset's wrist with a firm grip. In an instant she pulled on Sunset's arm and Sunset felt her body rise up from the ground. She was suddenly flung onto her new legs, which she had no concept of how to balance on, and immediately started to fall over.

"Uh-oh I gotcha," Tempest caught Sunset in her arms and held her in a hug to keep her from falling over.

Now so high up, Sunset was terrified of hitting the concrete from here. But Tempest’s embrace was strong and comforting.

"I won't let you fall, ok?" Tempest gently smiled at her. "I guess your legs fell asleep on you. Have you been sitting out here all class period?" 

Tempest slowly let go of Sunset, making sure she could stand on her own before fully letting go. 

In a double shoulder width stance, Sunset was just barely able to hold her balance. She looked down at her new form, and managed to get a better view of what she looked like. 

The black arms weren't burnt. They were clothed. Just like the clothes Tempest wore. However, Sunset’s clothes were a bit different. The black jacket appeared to be a type of leather or something. Underneath was a purple shirt with a yellow and red split sun symbol that was the same as her cutie mark. Did she still have a cutie mark? She couldn’t see because her flank was covered by an orange and purple skirt, separated diagonally by a pale yellow stripe between the two main colors. Her hind hooves were clad in black, shin high boots with purple accents on the tops of the shoe. 

She thought about removing the outfit to see what the rest of her body looked like underneath. And to see if she sustained any injuries coming out of the portal. Unfortunately, the thought of seeing herself covered in furless, bare and oily skin wasn't very appealing. She decided the outfit looked better anyway. 

Sunset touched her head to see how her mane had changed. It was still there, presumably the same colors as always. Who knew what kind of condition it was in though? She felt around behind her skirt covered flank. Definitely no tail coming out the back anymore

"Can you walk?" Tempest still had her arms out and ready in case Sunset tumbled again.  

"I… I don't know. I can try." Sunset tried to lift her left leg. It felt twice as heavy as her old hind legs and was wobbling wildly.

"Here hold onto my shoulder." Tempest leaned in and Sunset rested her loose, useless limbs on Tempest's shoulder. Together with Tempest, Sunset took her first steps as a tall lanky bi-pedal creature. 

Slowly, they made their way towards the front doors of the school. Just as Sunset was starting to get into a comfortable rhythm with her steps, she heard what sounded like a screeching alarm or bell. 

Seconds after, the front doors burst open and scores of these upright creatures began pouring out into the open campus grounds. They walked right by Tempest and Sunset with no regard to the fact that she needed space to keep her balance. In fact, most of them ignored both girls altogether. Choosing to chat and laugh within their own small social groups. What amazed Sunset was how different everyone looked and dressed. No two were alike. She gripped Tempest's shoulder tighter to keep from falling over, frozen in place as she stared at the creatures moving all around them.

"Oh good, lunch started." Tempest calmly remarked. 

"Lunch?" Sunset questioned. The thought of food made Sunset think to look back to the point in time where this adventure had started. 

Sure enough, her brown satchel was sitting in front of a large white statue. She had pretty much forgotten about it since she had crossed the portal. It appeared unharmed and unchanged, unlike her new garish figure.

"Did you used to go to private school?" Tempest’s question caused Sunset’s head to turn back around to her leaning post of a new friend.

"Y-yes. How did you know?" 

Sunset wondered if this was the real Tempest drawing on her memories of magic school.

"Freshman from small schools tend to be shy when they first get here. Don't worry, no one at this school bites." Tempest laughed at her own joke.

Was biting an option? How sharp are these being's teeth? Sunset found a new thought to worry about. 

Before she could dwell on that, she heard someone talking behind her. Right where her bag and the statue were.

"Whose stuff is this?" A handful of creatures were standing over her bag. One of them leaned down to pick it up. Without even thinking, Sunset launched herself off of Tempest's shoulder and darted towards her bag. She didn't necessarily think that these students were going to steal it, but it was the only belongings she had left in this world. In any world for that matter. She couldn't take the risk of anything happening to it. 

Knowing her wobbly and sluggish movements would prevent her from reaching her bag in time before the other students touched it, she concentrated on her aura and tried to cast a levitation spell on her bag.

Nothing happened.

She tried again, focusing much more intently, but to no avail. She must have been too flustered to cast a spell. Instead she opted to rush over there and just grab it. When she got up to the other students, she bent down and violently snatched the bag out of the grasp of the student who had started picking it up.

"Sorry that's mine," Sunset remarked curtly. She clutched the bag to her chest and hurried back over to Tempest.

"Nice burst speed. Glad to see you got your legs back." 

Tempest gave Sunset an approving nod, and that's when it hit her: She had not only walked on her own, but she had sprinted twice. Looking down at her legs, her stance was only shoulder width apart now. And she felt balanced with her center of gravity. All it took was sheer panic for the concept of walking on two legs to click for her.

"You know, as the school's hall monitor, I'm supposed to get you written up for cutting class." Tempest’s grin turned crooked and sly.

Sunset remembered a time when she was the hall monitor for Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. She used to relish her authority, and took pleasure in sending ponies who broke the rules to the dean's office. She had only just arrived in this new world and she was already breaking the rules. Hadn't she broken enough rules where she came from? 

"I-I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to…" Sunset began to explain, but was cut off.

"Relax, sister," Tempest draped her arm around Sunset's shoulders. Just like the Tempest she knew used to do back in her magic school days. 

"I'm just messing with you." Tempest rubbed the bony joint of one of her hoof tendrils on the top of Sunset's head. It didn't hurt exactly but it felt kind of annoying. Still, Sunset couldn’t help but smile in relief. 

"So what classes did you skip anyway?" Tempest pulled back and crossed her arms over her chest. 

"Um… actually I don't exactly have any classes at all. Yet." Sunset shrugged shyly and tapped the top two tendrils on her appendages against each other. She was beginning to get the hang of using them independently of each other. The potential utility of such fine dexterity intrigued Sunset. 

"What?" Tempest threw her arms in the air in shock. Then she landed them on the top of either side of her head and grabbed her hair. 

"You're not even registered yet? What are they doing at the administration office that they just hung you out to dry like that?" Tempest grabbed Sunset by the collar of her leather jacket.

"Come with me, we're going to the front office right now." 

Sunset complied and scurried along with Tempest. Mostly to keep from falling down again. 

"I thought you weren't gonna tell on me?" They hurried towards a giant set of double doors at the entrance of the school.

"This is different. I'm not telling on you. I'm helping you." Tempest looked over her shoulder back to Sunset. 

"Do you trust me?" Tempest remarked in passing. 

"I do." Sunset grinned as she did her best to keep pace through the school hallways. Tempest always was a pony Sunset knew she could count on. Why should bi-pedal Tempest be any different?



****


Sunset sat quietly in the principal's office with her arms gently folded in her lap. Her knees were locked together and her shoulders slumped slightly forward. Her expression was calm, but her heart was racing a hundred miles per hour. Due to the fact that, in front of her, stood an outrageous impossibility. It was another bi-pedal creature wearing a beige pantsuit. But this one in particular made Sunset's stomach turn.

It was Celestia. 

The mare who raised her from as young as she could remember. The mare who gave her a home in Canterlot Castle and an elite education. The mare she called mother. Celestia groomed Sunset for success, but then stripped it away. 

Sunset had betrayed and attacked her. No, Celestia had lied to her. The promise of royalty was palpable, but unattainable. Like she was being toyed with for Celestia's amusement; a millennium long joke that Sunset was the butt of.

And yet, here she stood. Transformed into the same strange, alien looking creature, but she had Celestia’s eyes. And right now those eyes were looking at her the way they always did: burrowing deep into her, as if she could read her mind.

But this Celestia wasn't a ruler of a great land. She was a high school principal. Still an authority. But also a common worker just doing her job. A cog in the machine like everyone else. 

"So, we missed you at enrollment, did we?" Celestia remarked as she peered down at an open folder in her grasp. Her tone was distant and nearly void of interest. 

"Yeah, I found her bumbling around by the statue." Tempest chirped up from behind Sunset. She had been leaning against the exit door ever since they came into the office together. 

"Poor thing was lost as a lamb." Tempest stepped forward and patted the back of Sunset's shoulder. 

Sunset didn't like being talked down to as if she wasn't even in the room. But she couldn’t bring herself to interject a single word. Wondering who else would pop up in this world.

Flipping a page in her folder, Celestia spoke again. 

"Do you live in the area, or do you require campus housing?" Celestia looked Sunset straight in the eye as she finished her question. Her expression was friendly, yet professional, and most importantly, neutral. There was no disappointment in her gaze. No regret or let down. No tears being held back and certainly no anger for past transgressions. There was nothing. 

Sunset found this oddly comforting. To this strange, bi-pedal version of Celestia, Sunset was nobody. She was just another student, a number in her records. An unsorted file that simply needed to be put into its place so that she could move on to her next task. Sunset felt no pressure to perform or behave a certain way. There was no hidden rubric she didn't understand. No unwritten criteria she was failing to meet. This Celestia was impossible to disappoint because there was no expectation. 

So, with that in mind, she physically relaxed.

"I um… I don't have a uh… any housing at the moment." Sunset was embarrassed to admit that she was literally homeless in this new dimension. Which would leave her with a lot to explain if they ever found out she was from another world entirely. 

"She can live with me." Tempest offered.

Sunset and Celestia both looked at Tempest with a bit of surprise. 

"A senior and a freshman?" Celestia raised an eyebrow. Her biggest concern didn't seem to be with Sunset's origin, but rather the social dynamics of upper and lower classmen. 

"Why not?" Tempest shrugged, "I don't have a roommate assigned to my dorm this year. I may as well keep the new girl company." She winked at Sunset.

Sunset was a bit irked at being treated like some sort of pet or fun experiment, but this was a unique opportunity to keep her from having to answer too many questions.

"Very well," Celestia replied plainly. She turned in her seat and used her dexterous appendages to tap on a row of buttons while staring into a glowing screen.

After a few long minutes of silence, a machine next to her desk whirled to life, letting out a series of beeps and hums. Pushing back her chair, Celestia walked over to the machine, and pulled out some documents that had manifested on top. Sunset assumed this device was run by Principal Celestia’s own magic. 

"Here is your new schedule and a map of the campus." Celestia handed the documents to Sunset who awkwardly collected them in her unsure embrace. These bi-pedal creature's appendages were gonna take some time to get used to. 

"Tempest will show you to your next class and, later, to your shared dorm. I apologize I would show you around campus myself, but we are a little busy at the front office today. Please excuse my rudeness for rushing this process, and again, I'm sorry we missed you on enrollment day." Celestia smiled gently and held out her arm. Sunset sighed and did her best to mimic shaking it.

"Oh… it's no trouble. I'm sure I'll figure it out." Sunset felt her limp wrist wobble in Celestia’s firm grip.

"Welcome to Canterlot High." Celestia called, already halfway out the back door of her office and into the administration area. 

Sunset looked down at the schedule and school map she was holding. 

What am I doing? She questioned herself. She had just arrived in a completely new world with strange creatures. And instead of finding danger, or new discovery, she had gotten herself enrolled in school. The last thing she wanted was more school and even less autonomy.

Sunset decided against attending her first class. The idea of going to classes in this world just did not appeal to her. She waited until Tempest waved goodbye and went on her own merry way. Then she followed the campus map straight towards the school's library. If she was gonna learn how this new world and its magic worked, it needed to be on her own terms. And at her own pace. She knew that she could read much faster than any professor could hope to teach her. 

The library wasn’t nearly as impressive as the wall to wall, multiple storied wonder that was the Canterlot Royal Library, but it was certainly an impressive size for a single school. 

Staring at the bookshelf, Sunset focused her gaze and tried to use her magic to levitate one of the history books off of the shelf. 

Still nothing.

There were no distractions or excuses this time. It simply wasn’t working. She didn’t have a unicorn horn in this body, so perhaps conjuration required a different sort of training. Or it was possible that all Magic in this world was component based. Either way, she knew she had to get on with learning about it as soon as possible, in hopes that this trip into a parallel universe wasn’t a complete waste of time. 

Sunset spent the next three days in the school’s library. She hadn’t eaten and barely slept. A few times in the early morning hours, she curled up into a ball on the floor and passed out for a few minutes at a time. She would dodge other students and teachers when they would come in and out of the library during school hours. When it was time to turn off the lights and lock up for the night, she would simply hide in the bathroom stalls until the staff had all left the building. At first she worried about them catching on and finding her, but soon realized that no one was really paying attention. Much less expecting a student to stow away in the library of all places. 

The first book she dove into was a general history book, and she was instantly fascinated with the culture and background of these bi-pedal creatures. They were similar, yet very different in so many ways. These beings, humans as they were called, collectively “humanity," were more aggressive and war-like in their past than Equestria. The hundreds of years of peace brought upon by Princess Celestia's reign was remarkable by comparison.

Sunset easily lost track of time during those three days as she read all about the history, literature, science, philosophy, and language of these humans. All of it was fascinating in its own right, but there was one distinctive factor that was missing from the whole of human knowledge:
 
Magic.

Sunset could scarcely find a single reference to magic in any text whatsoever. There was no section dedicated to it at all. In Equestria, the magic section was the largest and most subdivided section of the library. In fact, magic was reduced to ambiguous mentions of parlor tricks or entertainment. And all other  mentions of magic appeared in fiction. Stories of fantasy, meant as escape-ism, had vastly different, not to mention incredibly wrong, concepts of magic and how it was supposed to work. 

For hours and hours Sunset toiled. Always believing that the secrets of human magic were somewhere just around the corner or in the next book she read. It had to be here, she was just missing something trivial and obvious. However, as the days dragged, what should have been obvious started to become clear to her.

There was no magic here. This whole world was inert and without the wonders or powers that magic could provide. 

It was a depressing thought and it brought a flurry of questions to her mind. How could a civilized society even be created without magic? 

The more she read, the more this magicless world slowly revealed the truth to her.

The answer was technology. Equestria had machines, electricity, and even computers, but such devices were always supplemental. It was magic that was the main drive of innovation and advancement. In this world, technology was all they had. Computers and telecommunication via electricity and programming was what progress was based on. 

It made sense, in its own weird way. Without magic, humans had to create their own. It gave Sunset a sense of respect for this poor magicless, lanky-legged disastrous race. Unfortunately, Sunset wasn’t of this world. She didn’t know how to carry on without magic. Furthermore, she had no idea what her own sense of self-identity was without it. 

It was the end of the 2nd day, school was over and the faculty and students had long since gone home for the day. The sun was disappearing over the horizon. A sun, she learned, that moved without the guidance of a great and powerful Alicorn princess. 

For the first time in her life, Sunset felt more alone than ever before. Even when she locked herself away in a library dungeon, she took for granted the comfort of being at home in a world that she understood. The very rising and setting of the sun was a warm and cozy reminder of the benevolent ruler that watched over and guided everypony, keeping them safe.

This place was cold and barren. Nothing but steel and machines. Coded ones and zeros of an artificial manufactured world filled to the brim with technology but empty of heart. 

Worst of all she missed Celestia terribly. 

Sunset collapsed in a heap on the rough library carpet. She should feel relieved to be here. After all, back in Equestria, she was a criminal. A wanted scoundrel who had attacked the princess. She couldn't go back. She'd be arrested and spend countless years in prison as a traitor to Equestria. But, this world was not her own. Without magic, it lacked the power she needed. This felt like a waste of time. There was nothing for her here. She became overwhelmed with regretful thoughts. 

I should have been more patient. I should have played it safe. Why didn’t I just follow orders? Why didn’t I just listen to mom...? 

As soon as the word mom crossed her mind, Sunset's whole demeanor changed. Her body shook from the neck and shoulders as a tingling sensation gripped the back of her head. It wasn't from chills or fear that she shook, but something else. Her vision blurred for a few moments and her heart rate accelerated. She began breathing in and out of her mouth quickly, loudly, and deliberately. 

She was furious.

No. Sunset thought, as a terrible resolve came over her. She lied to me. She lied about making me a princess. What did I work so hard for, if she was only going to take everything from me? This is her fault. Why? Why mom, why?

Once again her mood swung drastically at the word "mom." The tears came like a sudden rain storm. Celestia wasn't her mother at all. She had said so herself. Sunset didn't have a mother. She didn't have anyone in this world or Equestria to call family. She was alone. 

In Equestria, when she felt alone, she could always turn to her magic for comfort. Casting a tough spell and honing her powers. She was a very gifted unicorn, and she knew it. 

But, in this world, the loneliness hit harder. The emptiness she felt in the silence of the library was crushing and deafening. She had to leave. She had to get out of this place. She had to go back home - even if there wasn't really a home to go back to. It would be better to rot in prison than to be imprisoned in this inert world of no magic. 

Maybe somehow, someday, she could mend her relationship with Celestia. Perhaps there was a sliver of a chance she could go back to the life she once had. Before it had been  stripped from her so suddenly and unceremoniously.  

Sunset slowly got up from the library carpet, leaving behind a small pool of various body fluids that had leaked from her face over the last several minutes of sobbing. She slunk away to the bathroom just outside the library to freshen herself up. As she dragged a wet paper towel over her face, she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror over the communal sink.

She was a mess.

A mess in every way imaginable. Yes, her body was twisted and foreign to her: a mangled amalgamation of parts that barely made sense to her if at all. But, even through her alien features, she could see how stressed and distraught her expression was. Exhaustion and depression were written all over her stupid pushed-in, human face. Plus,  her hair and clothes were so disheveled that she looked beyond hope.

All in all, a total mess.

As school began for the third straight day, Sunset continued to dodge students and teachers alike. She didn't want to be seen or heard. She knew that she needed to get back to the portal but didn't want to risk being seen. What if someone saw her and came back through the portal as well? Who knows what consequences that could have? There was no need to make this situation anymore complicated than it had already been. 

She waited until classes were over for the day and the student body trickled out of the school and back to their homes. Some students took giant yellow busses home or were picked up in smaller vehicles. Some simply walked off of campus to wherever they were going. Probably to the dorms which were just down the block from campus according to Sunset’s map. She was going to keep all the papers that "Principal" Celestia had given her. They would be an interesting souvenir from this strange new world. 

She had considered taking a book or two from the library, but wasn't feeling too keen on stealing anything at the moment. She had caused so much trouble lately that anymore crimes, no matter how small, felt just too beyond the pale for her. 

Once the coast was clear she creeped over to the statue she had originally popped out of. This time finally getting a good look at the monument she had all but ignored on arrival. The statue read: "Canterlot High School. Proud home of the Wondercolts." The statue itself was a bucking horse, front hooves high into the air. The irony of the coincidence was not lost on Sunset.

Curiously, this horse looked like a pre-history early evolution of Equestrian kind. A missing link that hadn't existed for multiple millenia if not millions of years. Her time in the Canterlot High School library had shown her some of the evolutionary history of this human world. It looked like it was a similar world to Equestria, but the dominant sentient species was only humans and not the plethora of creatures that spanned her dimension. This was a world all alone with one race and no magic. How did such an evolutionary course take place? 

The thought experiment was fascinating, but perhaps she would never find out. She looked at the base of the statue where the portal lay hidden. From the outside it looked like a simple stone structure. She reached out her human hand and fingers toward the opening, longing to see them transform back into a hoof as she inched closer to the entrance. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward. Ready to return to Equestria and face the music.

I'm coming home, mom.

Was her last thought before she was unexpectedly yanked backwards and nearly fell on her face all over again. She scrambled to keep herself upright as she felt a foreign set of arms wrap around her waist. 

"Oh my god, there you are!" Tempest’s panicked voice cried at Sunset. "I thought you died, or fell off the face of the earth or something." Tempest pulled the unwitting Sunset into a bear hug.

Well I would have fallen off the face of the earth if you had given me another dang second! Sunset protested in her mind.

"Are you ok? What happened to you? Do you…" Tempest harshly brushed carpet dust off of the shoulder of Sunset's jacket. "You look like hell." She bluntly stated.

"Thanks." Sunset shot Tempest a perturbed look. 

"Sorry, I just mean, well… exactly what I said. Have you been sleeping on the street? We have a dorm room and a nice comfy bed for you." Tempest squeezed Sunset's shoulder gently.

Sunset wanted to protest and back away from Tempest. She wanted to jump through the portal and get it all over with. But something in Tempest's compassionate expression held her in place.

"I… I just. I don't know. You can't even begin to understand what I'm…" Sunset began, but was cut off by Tempest.

"Look, sister, you're obviously going through alot right now. And I'm not gonna pretend to understand it. But I do know that no roommate of mine is gonna just fall off the edge of the earth straight into disaster. At least not on my watch." Tempest smiled her sly, conniving grin that Sunset knew all too well. Did this version of Tempest know what she was planning? The way she worded it was almost prophetic, but cryptic enough that it could have been a coincidence. 

"I know what'll cheer you up. We're gonna go get double chocolate smoothies, and then head over to the magic show, and then catch the concert. Bam." Tempest snapped her fingers in an act of human dexterity Sunset had never seen before. "Instant better mood."

Delicious sweet drinks. Tempest's answer to everything. Sunset smiled as she thought.

"See you're already feeling better." Tempest noticed the mood change on Sunset's face. 

An exciting realization suddenly came over Sunset. "Wait a minute, did you say magic show?" 

"Yeah, apparently some wacky middle school student wants to show her 'great and powerful magic' to the world." Tempest made air quotes about the magic. "The show is over at the park this afternoon and then Flash Sentry's band is gonna play afterwards. I mostly wanna see them but, hey, who doesn't need a little magic in their life, am I right?" Tempest shrugged her shoulders.

Tempest couldn't have been any more right. Sunset knew it was probably nothing. According to her three days of research, magic almost certainly didn't exist in this world. However, if there was even the slightest chance that something was out there, something she had missed, it was at least worth checking out. Plus it was still daytime. The portal would remain open until midnight which was still hours away. She had plenty of time to look into this one last lead before she retreated back home. Giving in, she planted both of her arms onto Tempest’s shoulders, mimicking her enthusiasm.

"Show me the magic." Sunset playfully demanded. Tempest's face lit up as she grinned from ear to ear. 

"Oh Sunny Bunny, I thought you'd never ask." Tempest grabbed Sunset by the arm and led her away from the Portal. Sunset kept up with her grip but turned back to look at the magical gateway one more time.

"But first we gotta stop by the dorm and get you cleaned up. You smell like a dolphin."

Sunset blushed as she lifted her arm to try and smell her pit and she stumbled along with Tempest. Her mind was racing with thoughts and questions she wanted to express but all she could think to say was,

"How do you know what a dolphin smells like?
> The First Equestria Girl: Ch. 5
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sunset felt refreshed for the first time in what must have been months. A fresh shower and grooming session left her feeling richer than the stores of the Canterlot Royal Treasury. She had unconsciously neglected her own self care for so long that she marveled at how enriching and rewarding a basic daily task could be. At least it should be a daily task, anyway. 

She and Tempest shared a dorm room that came with it's own private bathroom and small kitchen area. It was meager housing compared to royal accommodations, but was still pretty good for a school setting. 

After her shower, Sunset didn't want to leave the bathroom in the nude, so she wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and waited patiently for Tempest to wash and dry the outfit that the portal had provided her.

"Are you sure you don't wanna just wear some of my clothes?" Tempest called  from the bedroom through the closed bathroom door. 

“No. I mean, it’s okay. I’ll just wait.”

Sunset had spent three days reading and studying human culture and history. She learned that clothing in this world was not optional the way it was in Equestria. 

She recalled her first few minutes on the human side of the portal. When she nearly stripped all of her clothes off in the open. She had been a breath away from commiting a disastrous social faux-pas. One she narrowly evaded by a simple choice of convenience on a whim. She would be sure to be more careful not to upset or offend anyone for the next few hours. 

That thought brought her back into an anxious headspace. Yes, only a few more hours and she'd be through the portal and back home. A very turbulent and unwelcoming home, but a home nonetheless. 

Suddenly, Sunset was a bit happy to have a friendly diversion before going back. A little procrastination was nice in the face of an impending prison sentence. Maybe she could make a run for it and escape to another city across Equestria. As far as she knew nopony had followed her through the portal, and, if she managed to get out of the castle without being seen, it was unlikely anypony would be looking for her.

"I can't believe this is the only outfit you have. We have got to go clothes shopping for you, girl." Tempest continued on. Although, Sunset was only partially paying attention as her mind went over possible escape routes out of the castle. She had spent most of her life in that castle so the layout was burned into her mind. As well as the guard’s patrol schedules. 

"I… I just really like that outfit." Sunset didn't want to have to jump through the portal in Tempest’s borrowed clothes. It probably wouldn't be a big deal, but it felt wrong to repay Tempest’s generosity with theft, even on a small scale. 

"Okay, whatever you say. The dryer's almost done."

Sunset looked at her human form in the mirror. Finally getting a chance to inspect a human specimen other than an anatomy chart in a book. She had no cutie mark on either side of her flank. Another stark reminder of the lack of magic in this dimension. She understood why clothes were so valuable in this world. Human skin was bare and furless. The slightest bit of moving air sent a chill down Sunset's spine. Plus, standing upright on two legs put the sensitive reproductive regions basically on display. A pony's fur, mane, and posture served as a natural clothed state that this lanky, oily form didn't have the luxury of. The words "nude" and "naked" appeared often in human texts and usually with a negative connotation. Standing nude herself in front of a mirror, Sunset fully understood why.

Suddenly the bathroom door burst open and Tempest barged in.

"Ack! Close the door, close the door!" Sunset screamed. She feebly tried to cover herself with her towel but fumbled with her dainty arms.

"Sorry, sorry. Didn't know you were sensitive about that. Here's your outfit." Tempest set Sunset's clothes on the black and white tile floor. They were neatly folded with the underwear on top since that's what you'd need to put on first. Tempest shut the door as quickly as she'd opened it, giggling the whole time. Sunset blushed as she snatched the clothes off the floor.

She nearly fell over several times trying to slink her legs into the underwear, but they ultimately came on rather simply. It was the brazier that was the real puzzle. After several minutes of failure, she finally gave up and asked Tempest to help her. Sunset blushing, and Tempest giggling through the whole ordeal, the outfit was finally on. Sunset really did like the outfit. It was an aesthetic she probably would have chosen herself if given the opportunity. The black, rebellious leather jacket juxtaposed against the colorful skirt and shirt that matched or at least contrasted well with her own mane and fur colors back in the pony world. 

Sunset's hair was wavy and unruly in a way her pony mane wasn't. At Tempest’s instruction, she was seated on a chair in front of the mirror while Tempest went to work taming Sunset’s hair with a thick bristle brush. 

"Ow." Sunset twitched in pain. The brush stuck momentarily in her thick locks. 

"I have to get the knots out. Seriously, do you even own a brush?" Tempest continued albeit a little gentler. Sunset winced, waiting for it to pull again.

"I mean, you don't have to get the knots out." Sunset replied with a shrug.

"Your hair is so gorgeous though. I'm super jelly." Tempest ignored Sunset as she continued working. 

"Thanks for… this." Sunset muttered meekly.

"Yeah it's no problem, we're roomies now." Tempest simply grinned.

"No really, thank you. I've been going through a lot lately, and it has been really nice to meet someone so kind." Sunset nervously rubbed her left shoulder with her right hand. Tempest smiled brighter as she looked Sunset in the eye through the mirror.

"Well after the concert you'll have to tell me all about it. Let Dr. Sigmund Tempest help you." Tempest imitated a foreign accent to Sunset. "Ya ist gut. You have zee nachtigal syndrome, ya?" 

Sunset appreciated the goofy behavior, but the joke and reference was somewhat lost on her. 

"Just kidding, I'm not a professional. But, I am a good listener. So feel free to let it all out tonight, for now it's all about the fun times." Tempest finished up with Sunset's hair and signaled that she could stand up. Amazingly, her hair was fluffy, but not poofy. Straight, but also free and wavy at the same time.

"Yeah, sounds good. We'll talk about it later." Sunset felt guilty lying. She wasn't gonna be around later. 

She stood up and the two girls left the bathroom. Sunset gathered her backpack and was ready to venture into the final chapter of her short journey to the human world. An interesting, though altogether fruitless journey. 

"Oh my gosh! The show started like 10 minutes ago, we gotta hurry." Tempest grabbed Sunset by the arm and hurried her out of the dorm and into the hallway. "We'll have to do the smoothies after the show. C'mon let's go. You won’t want to miss a second of this!"

Once again Sunset was being whisked away  by this crazy duplicate of Tempest. She wanted to feel annoyed by being constantly forced to move. But something about this Tempest just let her go along with reckless abandon. Maybe it was because she had no real direction or drive in this world. Maybe it was her connection to the pony world Tempest that led her to trust this human implicitly. Or, perhaps, she was finally letting herself have a little bit of fun. 

When they got to the park, a sizable crowd had already formed in front of the outdoor stage. Currently on stage was a plucky looking girl with starry blue hair. She was dressed in a purple cape and “magician” hat. Using a variety of props and instruments, she performed several illusionary parlor tricks for the audience. 

Unfortunately, that's all that they were, simple parlor tricks. Sure there were giant puffs of smoke and strategically timed fireworks to add a bit of showmanship flair, but Sunset knew that this "magic show" probably wasn't going to lead to any real magic. And having it confirmed for her on the spot like this was still just as disappointing as learning about the lack of magic from the books in the library. As the "magic show" wrapped up, the ego of the audacious performer projected out to the audience even louder than her voice.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen. For you have been privileged to witness first hand the Great and Powerful Trixie!" She rolled her "r" a few too many times in her name "Trixie."

"Huh," Sunset scoffed. "What would you know about power?" She muttered under her breath. It was one thing to be without magic. It was another to see it mocked in front of her. The audience applauded modestly, yet fairly enthused. The show had been competent enough to entertain. Certainly a nice pre-show to the main event.

"Ooh I can't wait" Tempest bounced up and down and clapped her hands together. The crowd had gotten bigger since the two of them had arrived. The viewing area in front of the stage was standing room only and everyone was crammed shoulder to shoulder. A few people were holding cardboard signs, decorated with hearts and glitter. And a slow chant of the band’s name was echoing amongst the more enthusiastic fans - urging them to the stage.

Sunset thought the halls of Canterlot High School were uncomfortably packed, but this was another level entirely. In such close proximity, she was in range of the breath and scent of way too many individuals. Even in a dense crowd, a pony standing on all fours afforded a certain amount of personal space. But humans could only stack on top of each other like rows of sardines. It was a level of claustrophobia that Sunset was unprepared for and didn't appreciate. She looked behind her, trying to find a way out or make a hasty exit, but she was locked in by bodies on all sides. Tempest was only one of several people in direct physical contact and it caused her to tense every muscle in her upper body. She tucked in her arms trying desperately to take up as little space as possible. 

Tempest let out an excited and loud “Woo!” 

Sunset smirked at her. Clearly, she was super excited for whatever was about to happen.

Tempest leaned over and spoke into Sunset’s ear, “You're gonna love this!” 

Sunset's smirk brightened, as she nodded her head in agreement.

Although, the cluster of bodies was still uncomfortable, and, to make matters worse, someone near her clearly hadn't taken time to shower recently. The atrocious smell combined with the uncomfortable squeeze she was in put her mind in a cycle of revulsion, then panic, then back to revulsion. Oddly enough, this confusion of her senses kept her from dwelling on one negative too long and she was able to carry on without slipping into a mild panic attack. She could hardly blame whoever the source of the body odor was. If Tempest hadn't thrust her into the shower just a little while ago, the offender would have been Sunset herself. In the humid afternoon on a late summer day, Sunset could already feel the sweat building up on her back and face. It felt like her refreshing shower was being undone in a matter of seconds. But no one in the audience seemed to care, as all eyes were glued to the stage. There was an excited murmur of anticipation as the stage was reset for the much awaited concert. 

The stage itself was about five feet above the ground. The skirt was decorated with a simple black curtain, hiding the under belly of the raised platform. Several speaker towers, some as tall as the stage itself, were set upstage, flanking the overall set up. In front of the speakers sat a drum kit and three microphones on stands at the very front edge of the stage. 

The crowd erupted with ear-splitting cheers as shadowy figures began to move out onto the stage. Each shadow carried some sort of an electric guitar, except one who took their seat behind the drums.

There was a clicking of wooden drumsticks, counting them in, and then the stage lights came up. Nothing could have prepared Sunset for the sound she experienced. 

She always liked music. Most of her concert experience was seeing the Canterlot Philharmonic Orchestra perform and other “high class” art forms of music. Growing up, she had heard some pop music played in Equestria, but never put too much thought into it. 

The wave of sound that blasted out shook Sunset at her core. It felt like every cell in her body was vibrating. The noise sounded like electronic distortion mixed with the sound of heavy machinery. Each down beat cut into her soul like a savage bludgeoning with a blunt instrument on her heart and ear drums. It came out rhythmically and at a fast tempo. A distinguishable melody rose above the muddy waves of distortion. A forceful organization cutting through the chaos. The drummer rolled on the snare and each tap of the psychotic paradiddle felt like Sunset was being militarily assassinated with music. Cymbals crashed and her vision blurred with sensory overload. It was an experience she was convinced should have been exceedingly painful. But it wasn't. 

It was thrilling.

She found her head bobbing to the beat involuntarily. All around her she could see and feel the rest of the audience doing the same. Was this some sort of tribal ritual that these humans partook in? It felt like being hypnotized into a frenzy. Perhaps this was the magic of humans after all?

Finally the main singer moved center stage and grabbed the microphone firmly into his fist as he belted into it. Unlike the rest of the music, his voice was melodic and soulful. There was a gentle strength in his voice that was stark and engaging when juxtaposed against the harsh accompaniment. 

"Oh my God. Flash Sentry's voice is so gorgeous!" Sunet heard Tempest cry out in her right ear. 

Flash Sentry bellowed passionately. His blue hair was quaffed back with messy edges. A red and white electric guitar slung over his shoulder by a strap and dangling low over his waist. His slender form showed through his tight blue jeans and snug fitting shirt. An unzipped black hoodie hung loosely over his shoulders, covering some of his upper body, but accenting his shirt that showed a yellow lightning bolt symbol over a blue shield worn proudly on the center of his chest.  

Then the song’s chorus came and his demeanor shifted drastically. He ripped the mic off the stand and clutched it in both hands. He rocked up and down as if he was in combat with the mic as he sang. Except it wasn't really singing anymore. He was screaming into the microphone. 

Sunset felt something primal go off in her head as the blue haired performer wailed. Every ounce of suffering that she felt, especially recently, boiled to the surface. Her rage and frustration exploded in front of her along with the screaming of Flash Sentry. She pictured Madam Bishop, the miserable old mare who ruined her life. She could feel the music attacking her ex-teacher in her mind. All the criticism and unkind words she had spoken to Sunset over the years, spilling back on her in an audible, psychedelic comeuppance. She relished in the catharsis of the moment. 

But her mind didn't stop there.

Another mare entered the cross hairs of her imagination. A much taller and more regal mare. Sunset tried to steer her mind away from thinking it, but it only made the vision stronger. She pictured Princess Celestia in all her royal splendor seated on her throne high above everypony else. This was the mare who truly ruined her life.

Yes. Everything was her fault. The music only made it feel real and brought her emotions to the surface.

Sunset gave in to her negative thoughts as she let the music barate Celestia. Letting Flash Sentry's screams become her own. She flung her hands into the air and shook her head up and down so hard her hair flew wildly like a battle flag waving sharply in the heat of combat. 

Sunset's trance was broken when someone bumped into her shoulder. She opened eyes that she hadn’t remembered closing, but couldn't tell which person in the crowd had bumped into her. Then she felt the body weight of someone else leaning on her. Reading the situation, she saw what was a domino effect of multiple people leaning into each other and the cascade had reached Sunset. She was afraid she would fall over and be crushed by dozens of others. 

"Mosh pit!" Tempest’s familiar voice cut over the pounding music. People started shifting and rushing forward. Sunset struggled to keep up with them at risk of being pushed over. Despite the massive push of bodies, a circular opening was created in the middle of the crowd. Several insane individuals jumped into the gap and started thrusting themselves at each other and shoving at anyone they happened to fly into.

What is happening? Sunset was baffled. Was a fight breaking out? No one else seemed to be concerned by the situation. People on the edge of the circle were smiling and cheering. Those in the center continued to recklessly throw themselves at each other. 

Humans were nuts. But, with the pounding music pulsing all around them, the scene kind of fit. Her eyes flicked to the stage. The band seemed unphased by the thrashing mob. In fact, it seemed to hype them up even more.

Sunset twisted around to find Tempest again amidst the insanity. "What is happening?" Sunset gripped Tempest's shoulders tightly, trying to maintain stability. 

"Is this your first live show?" Tempest gasped with realization in her eyes. She grinned with increasing excitement. "You've got to get in there!" She nudged Sunset in the direction of the monstrous pit of crazy people.

"No way, I don't wanna fight anyone." Sunset shook her head vigorously. She timidly stared at the coliseum of combat in front of her.

"Oh come on, it's not fighting. It's just for fun. Live a little!" Tempest pushed her way forward and joined in the chaos. She shoved random strangers and collided with people in mid air. 

Sunset looked up at the band again. Flash was still belting away on the microphone. None of the band members were reacting to the crowd's behavior. Everyone was carrying on like this was a completely normal thing.

Sunset took a deep, slow breath and stepped towards the edge of the circle. Before she returned to Equestria, there was no harm in learning about the culture and customs of this human society. Even if they seemed senselessly violent and reckless.

She snuck herself into the ring and, with both hands reluctantly in front of her, she gently nudged the nearest guy who had his back to her. He didn’t even turn around to look at her. He just launched himself backwards and plowed his shoulder blades right into Sunset's face. She was completely caught off guard by the blind counter attack and immediately lost her balance. She tumbled to the grassy floor of the park, barely able to get her arms out in front to break her fall.

Sunset covered her face with her arms, certain she was about to be trampled by dozens of strangers. She waited for several eternal seconds, but the stampede never came.

"You ok?" An unfamiliar voice called down to her. She moved her arms away and slowly opened her eyes. There she was surrounded by people on all sides. Each of them bent over at the waist and extended a hand to her. She grabbed the nearest one and the rest of the group took that as their cue. They all grabbed her by the hand, arms, and shoulders and lifted her off the ground. The collective pull of everyone's strength made her feel weightless as she was launched back to her feet. She felt a few pats on the back and shoulder rubs as perfect strangers threw out well wishes like, 

"There you are."

"Careful now."

"Up ya go."

"You good?"

Then just as suddenly Sunset was lifted up, the pushing and jumping started up again. 

And, just like that, Sunset understood. It wasn't combat or some kind of dark ritual. Sure there was a tiny bit of pain involved, but nothing unbearable. Pure adrenaline took care if it anyway. All in all, it was just kids messing around. Like how she and Tempest, pony Tempest, used to do back at Celestia's school together. 

Sunset jumped back into the circle and threw her body weight into the crowd. This time she was ready for the push back and adjusted to the ebb and flow of the group chaos. She smiled as she shoved was shoved back. As the band powered through several more songs, Sunset found herself engrossed in the live show. Forgetting about life for a while, she couldn’t see or feel anything beyond the sea of human bodies and the music. Finally, letting a little bit of fun back into her life. 


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> The First Equestria Girl: Ch. 6
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

By the time the concert ended, Sunset was tired, drenched in sweat, a bit sore, and loving every second of it. She and Tempest stood with their arms hooked together at the elbow, as they chatted and laughed with other members of the slowly dispersing crowd. 

Sunset didn't notice as the lead singer Flash walked right up their group. 

"Hey Tempest! You made it." He and Tempest high fived and fist bumped in a manner so clean it looked like they'd practiced the movement before. 

"Uh, duh, I would never leave a fellow club member hanging." Tempest put her free hand on her hip, still locked up with Sunset in her other arm. "Plus, your shows rock."

"Thanks." Flash sheepishly smiled at the compliment. He had taken his hoodie off and was standing in his snug fit t-shirt. It was wet and stained with his stage sweat, sticking to his chest and hugging his arms right at the biceps. Sunset still didn't know too much about human anatomy, but she figured Flash Sentry was probably a good example of a young and healthy male specimen.

"This is Sunset Shimmer, by the way." Tempest motioned to Sunset raising their connected elbows in introductions before unhooking Sunset’s arm.

Flash smiled in Sunset’s direction, and in a tone mixed somewhere between warm butter and caramel, he said: “Nice to meet you Sunset.” 

Sunset’s brain involuntary collapsed in on itself. Her tongue locked up. Years of Palace etiquette replaced any normal response to his friendly greeting.

Bending her knees, she curtsied to him.

Deep into the curtsy, normal Sunset came crashing back. In her embarrassment, her human legs abandoned her and she was now falling forward. Slated to either eat the dirt, or faceplant into Flash’s stomach. 

And then, suddenly she wasn’t falling anymore. Her eyes slowly panned up. He’d somehow caught her mid fall with one hand on each shoulder. His hold of her was gentle but firm. She could feel the strength in his grip through her leather jacket. She imagined he could have lifted her into the air with ease. And that thought made her heart skip a beat.

She pulled away casually, trying to play off what had just happened.

“G-Great show.” She muttered, pushing a piece of her hair behind one ear. She attempted to keep a calm and neutral expression, but failed to keep a goofy grin from escaping her lips. 

"Thanks," Flash rubbed the back of his head as he matched her goofy grin. Except his was on purpose and somehow made him look charming instead of awkward.

"But what about you? You almost beefed it there." Flash kept his hands loosely in front of him, just in case Sunset started falling over again.

"Oh, yeah no big deal. I'm just tired, that's all." Sunset brushed her elbows off and straightened her shoulders. 

"Yeah that makes sense. I saw you going hard in the mosh pit. You were really into it." Flash winked and shot a finger gun at Sunset. Her face turned as red as her hair. 

"Uh… well… you know…" Sunset struggled to find words for small talk. Maybe Celestia was right after all. Her friendship skills were rusty. "I've just never quite seen anything like that before and it was… fun." Sunset smiled as the perfect word finally came to mind.

Flash's eyes lit up in realization as he stared at Sunset in wonderment. 

"Was that really your first concert? I'm honored." Flash put his hand over his chest and gave a half hearted bow. Sunset wondered if he was mocking her earlier attempt at royal court etiquette. 

A playful arm draped over Sunset’s shoulders. Tempest thankfully interrupted as Sunset had absolutely run out of things to say.  "Hey Flash, Sunset and I we’re gonna go get smoothies in a bit, wanna come with?" 

Flash made a concerned face and looked over his shoulder.

"Man, you know I'd love to." He tilted his head as he rubbed his neck again. "But I told my band buddies I'd go get burgers with them. I'd hate to ditch 'em." Flash glanced at Sunset but looked away when she met his gaze. 

"Oh ok, well if you already have plans, I guess we'll meet up with you next time. The school year just started, so we got plenty of time to hang out."

Sunset squinted her eyes as she pictured herself diving through the portal back home. By the end of the night, she would be the one ditching everyone else. And all of these nice humans just wanted to make friends with her. Perhaps this human world wasn't so bad after all.

"Hey Flash! Flash, where did you freaking go?" A booming voice rang from behind the stage area. Flash closed his eyes and let out a painful sigh. 

"I, uh, I gotta go. I promised to help my drummer load his truck." Flash hunched his shoulders, collapsing his confident posture, as he turned to leave. 

"Flash," Sunset called without thinking. He looked up from the ground and caught her gaze, causing her to blush. "It was really cool  meeting you." She tucked her hands into her jacket pockets and grinned.

Flash smiled back and nodded.

"Flash, get your butt over here, now!" The drummer yelled.

Flash's smile didn't break this time, nor did he drop his gaze with Sunset.

"You know what?" He snapped his fingers and pointed at Sunset. The finger guns making another appearance. It was kinda cute. "On second thought, I'd love to go get smoothies. Let me go help this jerk put his kit away." Flashed pointed his thumb over his shoulder. "And I'll be right back."

"Awesome, see you in a sec." Tempest said as she offered Flash a fist bump. He returned it and waved to both of them as he turned to jog away. 

Tempest patted Sunset’s shoulder. “You’re welcome.” She teased.

Sunset tilted her head to the side in confusion. “For what?” She asked.

Tempest shook her head slightly, and waved her question away. “Just in case you’re curious, Flash is awesome and super sweet.”

Sunset’s jaw almost hit the ground in shock. Her voice shook slightly as she tried to hide her embarrassment. “W-What? No. I don’t. I-I mean, good to know. But I, erm… I don’t care.”

Tempest eyed her suspiciously, but smirked and let it go. 

Sunset, Tempest, and Flash chatted as they walked to the smoothie shop. Well actually, Tempest and Flash talked. Sunset felt like a guest on their conversation, only occasionally nodding and adding minimal input. Although, Sunset was happy to have the company, but her mind wouldn't leave her alone. She dreaded her inevitable return to Equestria. This temporary distraction would soon be behind her and she would have to deal with the reality of the real world. Her real world, anyway. 

The smoothie shop looked like it could be a place in Equestria. It really was remarkable to Sunset how similar the two worlds were. Sure, the seats, tables, and counters were taller. Bi-pedal humans stood upright so high that they had to be. But the layouts, decor, and architecture would have been familiar enough to call home. Even the menu was filled with familiar favorites. 

Sunset ordered a root beer float with vanilla ice cream. It was simple and uncomplicated and Sunset just wanted to experience something familiar. As she sipped the bubbly and foamy concoction, a joyous sensation splashed her pallet. It was certainly familiar, but she had forgotten how delicious a simple frozen sugar dessert could be. She remembered pony Tempest and realized that the last time she sipped anything like this had been with her. She may have just left Equestria, but it had been longer than she could remember since she had even seen her old friend.

Good luck Sunset Shimmer. I wish you all the best. 

The memory came flooding back. Those had been the last words Equestria's Tempest had ever said to her. Sunset was so self absorbed, she had let their friendship slowly slip away.

"She knew…" Sunset muttered aloud without thinking. She looked up to see the humans Flash Sentry and Tempest staring at her.

"Who knew?" Tempest asked. Whatever they had been talking about, Sunset just interrupted. 

"Sorry, I just got lost in thought and spaced out. What were you saying?" Sunset’s eyes darted between Flash and Tempest, hoping one of them would pick up where they left off.

"Hey no big deal. You should see me in class. I'm a complete space cadet." Flash responded, letting her off the hook. The three of them were seated in a booth at the corner of the smoothie shop. Sunset could see out the front glass windows that led to the busy street. The sun was already beginning to set. Flash sipped his Piña Colada that was garnished with fresh coconut shavings and a juicy pineapple wedge. It looked amazing to Sunset. He caught her staring as he took a sip.

"Do you wanna try it?" Flash reached out his hand, offering the tempting looking smoothie. 

"Uh, yeah if you don't mind, thanks." She took the drink and pushed hers towards him. 

"No thanks, I'm not big on root beer." He politely waved his hand. Sunset took a sip from his straw and the flavor hit her even harder than her float did. The tangy pineapple was particularly nice. She regretted not getting a fancier drink for herself as she sheepishly slid the drink back across the table. 

"So that was your first metal show?" Flash asked as Sunset was still licking her lips from the tasty treat.

"Yeah, I've never experienced anything like it." She remarked.

"What kind of music do you normally listen to?" Flash inquired. 

"I dunno, I guess I mostly listen to…" Sunset paused, trying to think of a word that translated to both dimensions. "...Classical music? But something about your songs just connected with me."

“So you went from only listening to only classical music to suddenly seeing a full-on metal show? Yeah, that would be an experience.” Tempest teased gently.

Flash chuckled as he spoke. "I think it's nice to hear someone appreciate the artistry in our music." 

"What do you mean?" Sunset asked, tilting her head. 

"Well most people are just like, 'you sound great' or 'you sound bad.' But even people who like our music usually say we sound pretty generic." Flash nodded as he looked Sunset in the eyes. "It's cool that you actually got something out of it."

Sunset smiled back as she ran her fingers through her hair and down the back of her neck. 

"Yeah I really did.” She paused and took another sip of her float. Letting her mind think back to her origins with music. She let those thoughts flow from within her, “It’s just that sometimes music usually seemed cold and calculated to me. Something that a professional does, like a job. But, when you sing and play, it's so raw and passionate. I can't help but lose myself in it. Especially the guitar. It looks so much fun." Sunset held up her arms like she was holding an imaginary guitar. Her fingers moved along the phantom neck and strings as if it were real. 

Feeling suddenly silly, she dropped her arms back down, but the wishfulness in her voice remained.

“It would be cool to learn how to play.” Sunset put her elbows on the table and leaned in towards Flash with her cheeks resting on her fists. 

“If you want, I can teach you.” Flash rested his palms on the table as he tilted his head towards Sunset. They were still across the table from each other but it felt like they were right on top of one another.

“Really? You’d do that?” Sunset’s smile lit up her face through her smooshed cheek.

“Sure. I have an acoustic guitar back in my dorm. Let me go grab it.”

“Right now?”

“Yeah, why not? Besides, You gotta play when the inspiration strikes.”

Tempest had been oddly quiet for sometime before chiming in abruptly. “She’ll go with you!” Tempest exclaimed excitedly, elbowing Sunset in the ribs. Sunset broke out of her relaxed stance and sat up straight. Her ribs aching just a little bit from the nudge.

"I-I will? I mean… yeah I guess that's cool." Sunset rubbed the back of her head, unsure of herself. The sun setting outside matched Sunset's hair scheme and namesake. She still had several hours to spare. There didn't seem to be much harm in hanging around a little longer. 

"Oh ok. Yeah, let's go then." Flash Sentry's cheeks flushed ever so slightly. 

The trio quickly sipped the remainder of their beverages. Flash and Sunset kept up the small talk about the ends and outs of music while Tempest gleefully observed with a devilish smile on her face. By the time they left the shop, the Sunset had transitioned to Twilight as purple and magenta hues painted the partially cloudy sky. 

Flash Sentry's dorm was back towards campus but still a bit further out than Tempest and Sunset's building. 

"Oh darn it, you know what?" Tempest cried as they reached the front of Flash’s dorm house. It was smaller and more run down looking than newer buildings closer to campus. "I forgot something in our room, I'll be right back." 

Sunset gave a panicked look as Tempest pulled away. Tempest simply winked at Sunset briefly before essentially running away from the remaining duo. Exchanging a glance, Sunset and Flash just shrugged their shoulders as they entered the dorm area. 

The paint was faded and cracked in some places. The carpet looked permanently stained, an off combination of grey and brown. The main quad area split off into eight separate rooms with a modest common area and communal bathroom and shower around the corner of the hallway. Flash opened the door to his room and politely motioned for Sunset to enter. Sunset nodded and resisted the temptation to start curtsying again as she walked in. The exchange was oddly formal considering their environment and casual attire. 

Sunset was taken aback by the dorm room decor. The room was furnished modestly enough. A single size bed against the wall. A wooden night stand with a lamp. A computer desk with a gaming chair. And a dresser. 

But what set the room apart was the decorations on the walls. Sunset had no idea what color the wall was painted as every single inch was covered with some sort of poster or banner. Bands, flags, movies, video games, every type of modern human media imaginable adorned Flash Sentry's humble dorm room. Sunset wanted to know more about all of them but wasn't sure where to start. She ended up fixating on what looked like a band poster.

"Metal Maniacs?" Sunset asked, staring intently at the sharp letter font and abstract background art of the black poster. 

"Yeah." Flash let out a sigh. "I know they're too mainstream, right?" The disappointment in his voice was palpable. 

"I've never heard their music." Sunset replied flatly.

"Oh?" Flash looked rather shocked. Sunset shrugged her shoulders.

"Everything is new to me." Sunset meant it literally but Flash assumed she was talking about rock music.

"Ah yeah that makes sense. Well I've liked them since I was a kid. I see no reason to stop just cause they're not cool anymore or whatever." Flash defiantly folded his arms.

Sunset raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't the point of rock music to rebel against the norm?" Sunset smiled smugly. "So who cares what everyone else thinks, right?"

"Huh," Flash replied dumbfounded. "Hey, I thought you were the one new to rock music?" He smiled slyly back.

"And I thought you were the expert."

Sunset's eyes were drawn to a large banner dropped over the doorway. It was a sloppily painted "A" over a circle. Or perhaps it was an "O?" Sunset reasoned. 

"What's that symbol?" She pointed at the flag. Flash turned around to look at it.

"Oh, that means anarchy." He replied casually. 

"Anarchy!?" Sunset was taken by surprise. She instinctively clutched her hand over her heart. 

"You don't think there should be any societal rules or governing structure?" Sunset shook her head in disbelief. 

"Uh… well… I don't know, I never really thought about it. It just means like, 'screw the system' you know? Like it's all bull…" Flash was cut off by Sunset.

"Is the government corrupt? Is there tyranny in this world, should the people rise up?" Balling her hands into a fist, she got right up into Flash’s face. 

"I mean… my parents always complain about the people in office. But I don't really pay attention to any of that." Flash took a step back from Sunset.

Sunset suddenly realized she was nearly yelling. Feeling a little embarrassed, she decided to back down a bit. She glanced around the room for something else to focus on. 

"Since you're new to it, do you wanna check out some metal music?" Flash took the initiative and made a suggestion.

Sunset breathed a sigh of relief as the tension in the room dropped.

"I'd love to." She sat down on the bed with her arms spread out on each side of her.

Flash sat at his computer to look up music videos. 

"I think you’ll find that anarchy is more of an attitude than, you know, actual anarchy." Flash gave Sunset a slightly condescending glance. 

"An artistic license, you might say?" Sunset asked with a sideways grin. She was starting to catch on little by little. Finding a wooden chair across the room, she dragged it over to the computer next to Flash. Scooting his chair over, he allowed for her to see the screen better. He played video after video of bands he loved and listened to. Sunset ate up his enthusiasm as he dove into the ins and outs of metal genres and who was popular and why. It was just like when Sunset would bury herself in library research. However, this time she had someone to share it with. Someone to guide her along the way as she got lost down another rabbit hole of information. With each song and each explanation, the worries of Equestria and criminal mischief fled her mind. She was stuck in a world of music, uninhibited by the needs of the outside world. 

Her eyes wandered to the edge of Flash's bed. An acoustic guitar sat propped against the bed frame.

"Oh that's right, we were gonna play guitar." Sunset exclaimed. 

Flash gasped as he looked at his guitar.

"Aw man I'm sorry, I completely forgot." He smacked his forehead with his palm. A little bit of his quaffed blue hair rustled loose. He darted out of his seat and snatched up the guitar strumming a few notes to check the guitar’s tune. Sunset popped out of her chair and eagerly sat back in the bed to watch and, hopefully, learn.

"Here, we'll start with some basic chords." He looped the strap over his shoulder and firmly held the guitar in his arms. He stood tall and confident, like a switch had flipped him into stage mode. He strummed downwards and a rich chord filled the tiny dorm room with elegant harmony. 

"You make it look so easy." Sunset commented. She looked down at her numerous human fingers. It was difficult to imagine them all moving independently and specifically on their own. The mental task seemed too daunting. 

"Nah it's easy, here I'll show you." He stripped off the guitar strap and handed the instrument to Sunset. She awkwardly took it in her embrace and placed the strap over her shoulder. She gingerly held the neck in her left hand while the body rested on her knee. She made a futile attempt to position her fingers the way Flash did over the strings on the neck.

"How do I do this?" Sunset continued her awkward fumbling. 

Flash sat down next to her on the bed. She felt his left hip press up against her right as he put his arm around her and gently gripped her fingers around the neck of the guitar. His cheek was right next to hers as she stared intently at her own fingers trying not to be distracted by his sudden closeness. 

"Put your fingers on top of these strings." He said with a calm, warm tone as he gently guided her fingers to the correct strings. Sunset strummed the guitar but the sound it made was muted and metallic. Hardly musical by any stretch of the imagination. 

"It's not working." Sunset complained, letting frustration slip into her voice. 

"That's because you have to press hard enough to make a good tone." 

Sunset pushed her fingers down harder and strummed again. A few melodic notes chimed through this time but it was still a chaotic mess. 

"I'm not very good at this am I?" She turned to look at Flash’s face next to hers. She frowned with a defeated expression. 

"No, it's fine. Your fingers are just muting the open strings. You have to press down hard while also only touching the strings you want to touch." Turning his head, he cleared his throat slightly. But also to hide the fact that his face was blushing. Composing himself quickly, he turned back and focused on the guitar instead. 

Sunset carefully and painstakingly positioned her fingers so they only touched the strings she wanted. Her fingers felt uncomfortable and stretched to their limit. She could feel her palm starting to cramp as she gave another strum on the guitar. This time, to Sunset and Flash’s delight, a pretty chord echoed from the guitar. It was softer but similar in quality to the one Flash himself had played.

"Nice." Flash nodded his head in approval. 

Sunset felt elated with her performance. It was her first real experience with a musical instrument. Magic school had been rigorous, but wasn't exactly eclectic when it came to subjects outside of magic. Her artistic and cultural experiences had been somewhat limited and this was the first time she had truly realized it. 

"Now, if you keep that chord but move your pinkie finger over here…" 

Flash adjusted Sunset's little finger to a different string. This position was somehow even more uncomfortable than the last. 

"Ow, that hurts." Sunset frowned as she complained. 

"Yeah, it’ll feel weird at first. You  kind of have to build up a tolerance to it." He shook his left hand out a few times, remembering what it was like to first learn how to finger an instrument. 

"Anyway, try that chord now." Flash said next to Sunset's ear.

She strummed the guitar and the same pretty chord came out, but it was different this time. 

"Woah." Sunset marveled at the change. She turned and looked Flash Sentry in the eyes. He met her gaze.

“Go back and forth between the two.” Flash instructed.

Sunset complied. Making the guitar sing those notes repeatedly. Only once did her fumbling fingers make the strings squeak.

“I did it.” She exclaimed happily. Genuine delight filling her face.

Flash smiled pleasantly. “I should teach you how to play bass. Less strings.”

“Bass?”

“The same as the four lowest strings on the guitar, but one octave lower.” He explained.

Sunset shook her head, grinning as she held the guitar a little tighter. “Nah, I like this better.”

“Up for the challenge, I take it?”

“Yeah, I like a challenge.”

A moment passed between them. It was a bit fleeting and the air hung around them a little heavier after. So Sunset turned her attention back to the guitar in her arms, strumming her fingernails across the strings.

“So umm, the sound was similar, but also kinda different.” She hated how uneducated she sounded trying to explain it.

Flash found it endearing.

"Yeah, that shift adds the 7th tone to the chord.”

He moved a bit closer to her. Sunset, running in pure instinct, unconsciously lowered the guitar to allow him to get near her. 

“It's the same chord but warmer and richer, almost… romantic." 

As the word "romantic" left his lips like a dream, he closed his eyes and leaned into Sunset. Her heart pounded like a wild animal.

And she didn’t hate it.

Suddenly these atrocious human bodies weren't so bad anymore. All of the sudden she felt self conscious about her own breath as she felt his body heat radiating on her cheeks. Ready to let him kiss her, she began to close her eyes.

Then she saw it. 

Just before her eyes shut, and she lost herself to the moment, at the very bottom corner of her vision, she saw the alarm clock on Flash Sentry's night stand. The digits read a time that filled her with instantaneous panic:

12:01 am.


"The portal." She whispered desperately. Pulling away from the unwitting Flash, she threw off the guitar and stood up. Flash jumped at the sudden motion. He stared at Sunset confused and worried.

“Are you going to turn into a pumpkin?” He tried to make a joke. But, Sunset wasn’t listening to him. In fact, he did not even exist in this moment anymore.

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time I…" Sunset stammered. Flash tried to interject again, but she interrupted him immediately saying,

"I gotta go." And ran out of the dorm room. 

She tore past the common area and threw open the entrance door to the outside. She broke out into a sprint down the road towards the front of Canterlot High School. The portal would be dormant for 30 moons starting at midnight. And it was already too late.

No, please no she pleaded in her head over and over again as she ran. She didn't care if she fell over, she ran as fast as she could force her human legs to run. Maybe the clock was wrong. Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe she could still go home.

She arrived at the horse statue in the center of campus, positioning herself at the front base where she had originally popped out three days before. She knew better than to fly head first into it this time and stuck her hand out to test it. When her palm collided with solid cement, she lost her temper and punched the statue with all of her might. Her knuckles were on fire with pain but she didn't care.

"No!" She screamed.

She smacked her palms against the stone cold base over and over and over again.

"No no no no no no no no…" She repeated with each hit. Finally, she gave up and collapsed against the horse monument. She slowly let herself slide down until she was seated on the ground, looking up at the main entrance of the school.

Her school.

What else could she do? There was no home to go back to. This was her home now. At least for the next 30 moons, anyway. She was breathing heavily, exhausted from her run and assault on the statue. The pain in her hand became more pronounced as the adrenaline drained from her system. She clutched her damaged hand, nursing it in her leather jacket. She looked up at the pale full moon.

"Mom," she cried and a tear dribbled down her cheek.

"What have I gotten myself into?"


****

> Wondercolt of Personality: Ch.1
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Principal Celestia sat in her comfortable office chair with a feeling of complacency. Being the principal of a district magnet school was a great honor in her industry. There was a time when she had great passion for her work, living the dream of guiding her students into their successful futures as young adults. But lately that vision was blurry and the dream was stale. Something in the air at Canterlot was missing. A certain luster and excitement used to fill these halls with spirit and hope. The lack of it wasn't miserable by any means, but its absence was palpable. 

The magic was gone.

Her desk phone rang, drawing her eyes to it.  

“Principal Celestia speaking.” She calmly answered the phone, letting it rest wedged between her shoulder and ear. She carried on typing at her desk looking busy. Creating the illusion of multitasking. 

“That’s it?” A cold, shrill voice chided on the other end of the line. “No ‘thank you for calling Canterlot High’ or ‘how can I help you?’ I expected better from my prestigious rival.” She continued her taunting critique. 

“Principal Cinch, how are you?” Celestia said in a noncommittal manner. 

“It’s a little late for pleasantries now, Celestia.” Cinch complained while changing the subject. “Despite your rude lack of manners, I’m afraid I have some serious business to discuss with you. Consider this call a professional courtesy.”

Celestia could hear Cinch’s snide smile through the phone receiver. 

“Courtesy?” Celestia replied incredulously. “That’s a new one from you.” 

Although miffed by Celestia’s return jab, Cinch didn’t take the bait and continued.

“Yes, well, there’s been a bit of a scheduling issue with the Friendship Games. They won’t be able to take place during the spring semester this year. Instead, I insist that our annual display of…” Cinched paused looking for a way to slight Celestia once again, “...friendship be moved to the fall semester instead.” She settled on. 

“Fall? That’s way too soon for Canterlot. We couldn’t possibly be ready to host in time, much less compete.” Celestia complained perhaps giving away too much information. “We always have our Fall Formal dance, you’re asking me to rearrange the entire school year because of your scheduling conflict? I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline. If your school can’t be bothered to make it to the games at their usual time,” Celestia smiled deviously, a rare indulgence for her, “Then you’re more than welcome to forfeit. I’d understand.” Celestia leaned back in her chair. Finally fully invested in the conversation. 

“Hmm, yes. I’m sure you’d love that. However, I have already taken this issue up with the school board and the superintendent told me I have her full support on this sudden schedule change. I’m afraid if anyone is going to have to forfeit due to lack of preparation, it’ll have to be Canterlot High.” Cinch’s smug satisfaction dripped through the phone line. Celestia paused for a long time, prompting Cinch to continue. 

“Although I would advise against forfeiting so easily. Word on the street is that the school board isn’t too impressed with Canterlot’s performance lately. The results of the last two Friendship Games speak for themselves in my opinion. I would hate to see the school board be forced to make… changes to Canterlot High.” Cinch’s voice sounded deadly serious. Celestia remained silent for a long time.

“What’s that? No comeback? No quick witted quip? I expected more from my rival than this, but, then again, I suppose I’m not surprised given recent history.” Cinch twisted the knife with her words.

“Is that all Principal Cinch?” Celestia asked politely with no emotion. 

“For now. I look forward to seeing you again this fall. As I’m sure it promises to be another stirring victory for my school.” Cinch giggled to herself.

“Have a good day.” Celestia’s expression was neutral and her voice even. She refused to let even the slightest bit of frustration leak into her voice or demeanor. 

“Hmpf, good indeed.” Cinch chorted and hung up the phone. Celestia gently laid down the receiver and folded her hands in front of her face. After a few brief seconds of reflection, she returned to her daily work as if nothing had happened. 




****




Sunset walked down the halls of her newly adopted school and home. Her first full week of classes was freshly behind her as the ringing of the final bell echoed in her head. She paused in front of a door to a room she had yet to enter so far. It read “Music Room” on the door and was quaintly decorated with colorful music notes. There was faint talking and laughing to be heard from inside the room.

“Sunset!” A familiar voice called out. She turned and smiled. Seeing it was Tempest Dream approaching, she waved to her roommate. 

“I’m so glad you made it.” Tempest gave Sunset a quick side hug as she met her at the door. 

“Well, yeah. You asked me to come to this club meeting and I couldn’t think of a reason to say no.” Sunset threw up her hands playfully. 

“That’s the spirit.” Tempest teased. “Speaking of spirit, I just know the Spirit Club is going to love you.” Tempest thrust open the Music Room door and guided Sunset in. 

Sunset walked into the music room to see that she and Tempest were the last two to arrive. On the left side of the room sat a grand piano in fairly pristine condition. On the right side of the room was a slightly raised stage platform for a musical class to congregate and rehearse. In the center sat a small group of students circled up in chairs. Three of them Sunset didn’t know very well, but the last one was a very familiar face that filled her with regret. 

Flash Sentry looked up at Sunset as she entered the room only to immediately blush and turn away. Sunset hunched her shoulders into a self-learned bad posture. She nervously gripped her arm with her right hand. Flash sheepishly tugged on the back of his neck as he stared at the floor. 

“Hey guys,” Tempest cheerfully broke the ice, “This is Sunset Shimmer. She’s a new freshman at our school and I invited her to our spirit club to help us plan the upcoming pep rally.” Tempest showed off Sunset like a game show host displaying the grand prize. Nobody reacted very much to Tempest’s enthusiasm but she continued on undeterred. 

“Sunset, this is Fancy Pants. Our decor expert and interior designer.” Tempest waved her hand in a posh manner and gave a half-hearted bow. Fancy Pants stood up and extended his hand to Sunset.

“Charmed to meet you, Sunset Shimmer.” He was handsome in a distinguished and mature sort of way. Something about his dress and demeanor made him seem older than a high school student. His hair was sky blue. He wore a matching blue and white letterman sweater with “CHS” in gold yellow font just below the left breast. 

“You as well.” Sunset replied meekly with a little nod. She remembered a similar looking Fancy Pants attending court in Equestria. At this point, the coincidence no longer surprised her. 

“I like your sweater.” Sunset commented. Fancy Pants beamed with pride.

“Thank you, I designed it.” He mildly bragged as he retook his seat. 

“This is Minuette, our student assistant band director. Or is it concert master?” Tempest wondered as she moved on to the next club member. 

“Hi Sunset.” Minuette opted to wave at Sunset from her seat instead of standing to greet her. She was sitting backwards in her chair leaning over the back rest. Her hair was a mixture of cool blue and snow white. She wore leggings that matched her hair in thick horizontal stripes. Her shirt was a skirt length blouse and she wore a light colored denim jacket. “And it’s Assistant Band Director for marching band and Concert Master for orchestra so… both I suppose.” She shrugged with a half cocked smile. 

“And this is Derpy Hooves. Our baker extraordinaire.” Tempest introduced a dainty girl with faded blond hair. She wore a blue dress blouse with a yellow tie and a green skirt. Something about her eyes didn’t quite line up but Sunset knew it would be rude to bring something like that up. 

“Do you like chocolate or raisins better?” Derpy casually asked as if they were already in the middle of a conversation.

“Uh…” Sunset stuttered, caught off guard by the sudden inquiry. “Well I guess it depends on what mood I’m in.” Sunset shrugged along with her noncommittal answer. 

“I couldn’t agree more!” Derpy practically shouted. She wasn’t angry but rather her enthusiasm had gotten the better of her. “Too many people jump straight to chocolate, and lots of them will say they hate raisins in baked goods. But the flavor and texture is an under appreciated pallet in my opinion. Especially in muffins.” She joyfully clapped her hands together and giggled. 

“Oh well in that case, I’d love to try one of your raisin muffins sometime.” Sunset was genuinely intrigued. 

“Say no more.” Depry declared as she pulled a quaint wicker basket covered by a plaid towel from behind her chair. She brandished a muffin from the basket and walked towards Sunset to hand it to her. 

“Th-thank you.” Sunset said as she hesitantly accepted the muffin. “I’m uh… not hungry at the moment, but I’ll be sure to enjoy it later.” Sunset was embarrassed as she wasn’t sure where to set the muffin for now. 

“Let me know what you think.” Derpy smiled gleefully. At least one of her eyes caught Sunset’s gaze directly. 

“And, I know you already know Flash Sentry, but this is Flash Sentry again.” Tempest laughed as Sunset and Flash’s eyes awkwardly met yet again. 

“Hi Flash.” Sunset tried to smile, but uncomfortable was written all over her face.

“H-hello again, Sunset.” Flash replied, but turned away again. His eyebrows furrowed with guilt. A dead silence hung in the air until Tempest continued.

“Anyway… I’m Tempest. Head cheerleader and president of the Spirit Club.” Tempest grabbed Sunset’s hand and vigorously shook it. Sunset smiled genuinely again as she felt her arm go wild in Tempest’s grip. 

Of course you’re the head cheerleader. Sunset thought to herself.

“Now onto business.” Tempest declared as she pointed to the ceiling. “Are we gonna have everything ready in time for next week’s pep rally?”

The room was quiet in response.

“Don’t tell me we’re not going to be ready in time.” Tempest looked aghast. 

“Well, no that’s not the issue.” Fancy Pants spoke up. “All the planning and preparation, that’s the easy part. The real issue is… well…” Fancy Pants paused.

“Nobody gives a crap.” Minuette inelegantly finished Fancy Pants’ thought.

“Indeed.” He solemnly agreed.

“Oh come on guys. I’m sure if we give it our all, the students will get into it.” Tempest pumped her fist.

“You mean like they haven't for the last few years?” Minuette said deflated.

“There’s gotta be something we can do this year. Something we’ve been missing to help inspire the student body.” Tempest tapped her foot and rubbed her chin as she thought. “Sunset, you’re my fresh-minded freshmen, what do you think we’re missing?” Tempest turned the conversation on her. 

“Uhm, well first of all, how come nobody gives a crap?” Sunset asked. 

“Because we get our butts kicked every year without fail.” Minuette sighed. “It's hardly a fair competition anymore.”

“Competition? Which competition?” Sunset innocently asked. 

The room burst into laughter. Sunset felt her cheeks turn red. 

“All of them!” Minuette cried, still giggling. “Sorry, we’re not laughing at you, it's just… it’s frustrating you know. If we don’t laugh about it, ya almost wanna cry.” She shrugged.

“Yeah I can imagine.” Sunset remembered school competitions at Celestia’s gifted school. Celestia’s students rarely lost those competitions. 

“Worst of all, the Friendship Games have been moved to fall so we get to look forward to Crystal Prep beating the tar out of us for the 3rd year in a row even sooner than usual.” Minuette complained.

“What are the Friendship Games?” Sunset asked. “My, uhh, old school didn’t have them.” She quickly added.

“It’s a yearly competition between our school and Crystal Prep.” Tempest jumped in. “Each school selects twelve students to represent them in a contest of academics and sports.”

“And we suck at it.” Minuette stated bluntly. “Continuously.”

“It wasn’t always like that.” Fancy Pants said defiantly. “In fact, we used to be capable of beating them often. We beat them our Freshman year.” Fancy Pants gave a knowing look to Tempest. 

“But, we haven’t beat them ever since.” Minuette burst the bubble. “Our senior class is the last class at Canterlot to remember what it was like to win.” She stared solemnly at the floor. 

“That’s what this pep rally is all about. Principal Celestia has charged us with the task of getting our fellow students fired up for the Games.” Tempest balled her fists as she spoke. "We have the best Seniors and the best upcoming freshmen in our school to see it through. Go Spirit Club!" Tempest jumped and raised her hands in the air like a cheerleader. 

"Wait a minute." Sunset remarked as she put two and two together. "So Flash, Derpy, and I are freshmen and Tempest, Fancy Pants, and Minuette are Seniors?" She asked.

"Yep." Tempest responded, her hands still raised in the air.

"That's weird. How come there's no sophomores or juniors in the Spirit Club?" Sunset rubbed her chin.

The Seniors shared an awkward knowing glance with each other.

"Well. It's hard to convince someone to come back to the spirit squad once they've been at Canterlot High for at least a year." Minuette admitted with her hands on her hips. 

"Wow it's really that bad?" Sunset was beginning to wonder if she made a mistake coming to the "Spirit Club." 

"Putting all your energy into a competition only to be humiliated at the hands of Crystal Prep just takes the gusto out of students, it seems." Fancy Pants sighed as he explained. 

"But you guys stick around. It can't be all gloom and doom, even if the results are the same." Sunset reasoned. 

"Probably because we remember winning. I guess that still fills us with a false hope. But after this year, that hope will graduate with us." Minuette looked down at the floor. The atmosphere in the music room was getting heavier by the moment.

"It's not just that." Tempest declared defiantly. "Our hope isn't false, or misplaced, or naive, or whatever. We all have the potential in us to be great. We just have to realize it and work towards it. Plus, as long as there's even a ghost of a chance that we can make a dent in Crystal Prep, then I'm gonna do everything I can to bring the best out in everybody." Tempest spoke passionately. The seniors smiled genuinely and nodded at her uplifting statement. The freshman shared a tepid look with each other.

"Ok I'm game." Sunset said casually. Everyone in the room looked at Sunset. She knew from personal experience that trying to be a Princess was a truly impossible task. There was no way defeating a rival school, no matter how talented, could possibly be harder than what she had been through. Plus it filled her with a new purpose in this strange new world. A challenge she could rise to instead of spinning her wheels in a world with no magic. 

"That's my girl!" Tempest shouted as she offered Sunset a double over hand high five. Sunset obliged and the smacking of their palms echoed in the small music room. 

"So what's the plan? How do we stick it to Crystal Prep once and for all?" Sunset grinned maniacally. She was starting to feel as pumped as Tempest. The feeling in the room became infectious. 

"Woah there. Pump the breaks a bit. It’s gonna take alot of hard work and training obviously to win the Games. But first, we gotta get as much of the student body on board as possible." Minuette said with much more energy in her voice. A small smile crept back onto her face. 

"That brings us back to the pep rally. We have one week to prepare the most bombastic and audacious rally this school has ever seen." Fancy Pants declared. The passion returned to his voice. "I'll be sure to design a fabulous spread of decor. The whole gymnasium will be beaming with competitive energy and school spirit." His eyes glistened as his creative imagination soared. 

"I'll have the band practice all the pep rally standards so we'll be ready to blast everybody to the beat. Really get their blood pumping." Minuette stood up and held out her hands as if she was about to give the band their entrance as a conductor.

"Yeah, and maybe I can get my band to come so we can work some rock music into our repertoire." Flash stood up and confidently crossed his arms. 

"I like your style." Minuette winked at Flash. He pointed a finger gun back at her. For some reason the exchange bothered Sunset ever so slightly. 

"I can make a sweet and delicious snack spread by the door. Then everyone will be amped up on sugar for the pep rally." Derpy rose up and clapped her hands together gleefully. 

"You don't gotta twist my arm on that one sister." Tempest rubbed her stomach as she dreamed of delicious cakes. "And I'll get my cheerleaders ready to lead the crowd in our chants. But I also need new recruits this year. The squad is a little thin this semester. Flash, Sunset can I rely on you to join the cheerleaders?" Tempest held her hands together in a prayerful gesture as she bowed to them.

"Oh well. I don't know. I've never done anything like cheerleading before. I'm not sure my balance is good enough." Sunset complained looking down at her human legs. 

"I'll show you. It's not as hard as you think. It's basically acrobatic dancing." Tempest shrugged her concerns off.

Acrobatic dancing sounds really hard. Sunset thought. 

"Ok I'll do my best." Sunset held up her hands in defeat. She knew Tempest would beg till the end of time until she said yes. Some things never change.

"Uh well… I…" Flash stumbled over his words. "Isn't cheerleading kind of…?" He trailed off.

"Boy cheerleaders are super athletic and very manly. I promise." Tempest finished his thought for him.

"Oh uh… no I wasn't gonna say that… I mean I…" He looked at Sunset who just sort of playfully shrugged and said,

"C'mon girly girl, let's see what you got." She teased. 

"Alright, fine." He laughed out loud. "I guess my band will play at the end so I have time to change." He folded his arms and shook his head. 

"Sounds like a game plan to me. Alright, let’s do this!" Tempest declared. "Everybody bring it in!" She declared, placing her palm face down in front of her. One by one the spirit club members came forward and placed their hands on top of hers. Sunset was unfamiliar with this particular ritual but she meekly complied doing her best to fit in.

"Wondercolts on 3. 1, 2, 3…" Tempest yelled and then the whole group shouted in unison with Sunset just a little bit behind,

"Wondercolts!"

As they said it, Sunset felt her arm thrust into the air along with everyone else's. The brief group chant gave her a rush of excitement. 

After the meeting, Sunset saw Flash slowly approach her in the hallway. She was about to head back to her dorm when she saw him walking up. He sheepishly grabbed the back of his neck with his hand. 

"Hey uhm. I just wanted to say…" He sighed barely able to make eye contact with her. "I'm sorry about the other day." He looked at her with regret in his eyes. 

His apology was so genuine that Sunset instantly forgave him. Not that she had ever blamed him to begin with. But whatever kernel of frustration she was holding onto, slipped away.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have run out on you. That was… rude of me." Sunset clutched her left arm with her right hand. 

"I made you uncomfortable. That wasn't fair. I should have known better." His words were dripping with guilt. 

"Flash it's not like that I…" Sunset began, but Flash interrupted her.

"Look I don't want this to be a thing between us." His eyes went wide like he'd said something wrong. "What I mean is, I like you…" He paused again to slap his forehead in embarrassment. “I mean, you’re pretty cool. And I, well, I think we…” 

He straightened out his shoulders and forced himself to look directly at Sunset. She decided to let him figure out what he was trying to say. 

"Can we start over?" He asked earnestly. 

"Start over?" Sunset looked confused. 

"Yeah, I got off to a bad start. And I'd like to make it right. From the beginning this time." He held out his hand offering her a handshake. 

"Hi, I'm Flash Sentry." He said in that sweet sultry tone that came so naturally to him, adding a masculine little smirk to his lips.

Sunset couldn’t help but laugh a little. Flash recoiled in return, dropping the act and feeling a little foolish.

"I'm Sunset Shimmer." Not leaving him hanging, she firmly shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Flash Sentry."

"Likewise." He replied. A wave of relief washed over his face. "What, no curtsey this time?" He quipped playfully. 

It was Sunset's turn to go bright red in the cheeks.

"Shut up." She lightly pushed his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. "We started over so that never happened." She stated impertinently. He laughed along with her.

"Sorry for being weird about this. I just… I thought you hated me after that." He glanced down at the floor.

"Flash, if I hated you, trust me you would know." She grinned deviously while placing her hand on his shoulder. He swallowed nervously. 

"Oh?" Flash was intrigued by her blunt statement. "Good to know, I suppose." 

"See you at cheerleader practice on Monday?" He finger gun pointed. 

"I'll be there. Be sure to wear your favorite skirt." She finger gunned him back. 

"Hilarious." He said with a wave and walked off. Sunset felt elated and yet frustrated at the same time. She took a deep breath and carried on to her dorm room.




****




The following week was a challenging one for Sunset to say the least. Cheerleading practice was the most physically taxing thing she had ever done. It turned out being a lifelong bookworm was not ideal for her cardiovascular strength. Even when she wasn't out of breath, she was constantly face planting onto the hardwood gym floor which she felt through the thin blue mats they rolled out to practice on. She thought she had gotten used to balancing herself as a human, but cheerleading was on another level. 

"Sunset, you ok?" Tempest shouted through her megaphone. The other cheerleaders shot annoyed glances at Sunset. The routine had come to a halt once again due to Sunset falling over. This fall had been accented with a particularly loud smack when she hit the unforgiving mat. Sunset felt aches in her forearms which had taken the brunt of the fall. Her hips, knees, and shoulders felt similar throbbing pain.

"I'm good." Sunset meekly waved from the ground. She pulled herself back to her knees and looked up to see Flash Sentry holding his hand out. She grabbed it and felt herself easily lifted off the ground for what must have been the 10th time this rehearsal. Looking around to all the eyes staring at her, and feeling their judgment, made her want to run out of the gym and back to her dorm. Nevertheless, she stood tall, ready to try again. 

“Ok let’s run it again.” Tempest declared. People in the gymnasium of the next school over probably heard her.

“I don’t think I can do this. Am I really that bad?” Sunset complained low so that only Flash could hear her. He stood next to her in his new uniform. Long elastic pants and a loose fitting shirt adorned him. Sunset felt a little bit ridiculous in her cheer skirt and long sleeve sweater. Both of their uniforms were light blue with white trim. Sunset rubbed her pom poms together in frustration. 

“You can do this Sunset, I believe in you.” Flash stated confidently. “I’m sorry I’m not a better base for you. I’m new to this too.” He admitted. “I know that I’ve probably dropped you a few times.”

“It’s not your fault. You’re doing fine. I just can’t seem to find my balance when I’m flung up into the air like that.” 

“Hey.” Flash said with a knowing side smile. “You got this, ok?” He nodded affirmatively. 

Sunset smiled back and took a deep breath. 

“Alright, let’s go again.” She declared and the music began to play. Sunset went through the dance routine that had been drilled into her at this point. She step touched with purpose. She waved her outstretched hands, shaking her pom poms with the beat. She spoke the cheer chant in rhythm. She moved in harmony with her fellow cheerleaders. All of this was fine and crisp, but soon the part she dreaded the most was coming up. She looked to Flash who had assumed the position. His fingers were entwined and he bent over with his combined palms facing up. Creating a platform for Sunset to step on. She placed her right foot into his grip and pushed herself off the floor. Flash gathered his strength and assisted her, she was raised higher into the air. He split his hands apart grabbing both of Sunset’s sneakers ready to support her full weight. 

Thanks to Flash’s height, the ground looked dizzying. Sunset could feel her equilibrium slipping. The gym was spinning and she was sure she was about to come crashing down once again. Perhaps Flash would be able to break her fall in time, but perhaps not. She flailed her arms trying to keep herself upright, her knees still bending. She shifted her weight, trying to find a stable balance on Flash's palms. The only surface between her and the hardwood floor. Finally, she felt her weight level out. She stood tall over the grip of Flash Sentry, locked her knees, and extended her pom poms outwards and upwards to the ceiling. 

“Wondercolts!” She shouted defiantly with the group, finishing the short routine. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as a feeling of elation came over her. She had finally done it. She had taken to the air and not come crashing down. It had taken hours of work and several bad spills, but she got through it. Perhaps it was the lofty height, but she finally felt more like herself. Her confidence was slowly returning.

“Ready?” Flash whispered.

“Mmhmm.” Sunset mumbled with gathering anxiety. She had never gotten this far and hoped she wasn’t about to mess up the dismount and crash fall anyway. She felt a gentle push on her feet and she leaped into the air once more. This time she tucked in her arms and spun slightly. She kept her legs together as she kicked them out to the side, now descending horizontally. It was all up to Flash now. As she approached the ground she closed her eyes, trusting that Flash would catch as he was supposed to. Her eyes flung open as she felt his arms slip under her knees and the middle of her back. She came to a halt immediately as Flash set her feet on the ground and helped her stand up once more.

“Nice catch.” She remarked. Her face flushed with excitement still.

“Thanks.” He calmly replied. “You were great! You looked like a natural up there.” He complimented her.

“Oh please.” Sunset rolled her eyes. “I must have looked like a fish out of water flailing my arms trying to stay up.” She mimicked her panicked flailing from a moment ago. 

“Well yeah, but only for a second. Before and after that it looked almost professional.” Flash replied, trying to assuage her. 

“Finally.” Sunset heard one of the other cheerleaders say under her breath. 

“Great Job everybody!” Tempest declared triumphantly. “That’s a wrap, let’s pick it up again tomorrow. The pep rally is in two days and I know it’s gonna look sharp and perfect by then.” Tempest encouraged her squad. There was a collective groan of relief as the athletes dispersed for the day. 

“Do you think the other students will respond to the pep rally?” Sunset asked Flash. 

“I sure hope so.” He shrugged.

“Yeah me too. It’d be a shame for all this hard work to go to waste. Even if we end up losing again, there’s something to be said about giving it your all, you know?” Sunset leaned her weight against Flash’s shoulder. Now that the adrenaline had died down, the exhaustion hit her like a truck. 

“I agree.” Flash nodded. “No matter what happens, we gotta give a performance that makes us proud to represent our school.” He pumped his fist. Timidly, he reached the arm that Sunset was leaning on around her waist, worried only for a moment over how she’d react. When she eagerly let it happen, he breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Hey.” She said tired, looking up to him with her cheek resting on his shoulder. “Thanks for picking me back up all those times. If I had to get up on my own constantly I might have just quit. It’s nice to have someone to rely on.” She nuzzled her face into him. Flash could feel his heart starting to pound. 

“Yeah of course, anytime.” He blurted out. Building up his courage, he decided to go for it a 2nd time.

“Hey, so, uh… you know. I really like hanging out with you.. Uh… what I mean is maybe sometime, if you’re not too busy, I was thinking maybe we could…” Flash was interrupted by a blistering yawn from Sunset that almost matched Tempest’s megaphone. 

“Sorry, I’m just so tired. I think I’m gonna go lay down and nap for a while.” She broke from his embrace, stretched her arms over her head, and yawned again. “You were saying?” She asked, trying to stay focused on what he was saying. 

“Uh, nothing.” He said deflated. “It can wait till another time. You get some rest ok? I’ll see you tomorrow.” He grinned sadly and began walking away.

“Ok, see you tomorrow.” Sunset waved back as he walked off. Sleep time could not come any faster for her. 




****

> Wondercolt of Personality: Ch. 2
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sunset practically lived in the gym this past week of school in preparation of the pep rally. Between practice, planning, and decorating she had become intimately acquainted with the simple Canterlot High gymnasium. 

Today the gym was a different animal. Seeing all of the Spirit Club's hard work on display was marvelous to behold. Fancy Pants had hand painted a banner that spread across the rafters reading "Canterlot Wondercolts." It was simple and elegant much the same way that he dressed, but nonetheless impressive. Glittering spiral streamers accentuated with blue and white balloons that framed the banner drawing your eyes to it and all around the gymnasium making it look grander than it did on a normal day. Fancy also went off and designed movie style posters of white stallions cast in dynamic light and heavy shadows bucking in the air with lightning striking in the background. There was a ten foot poster for each wall of the gym with a slightly unique, although similar, pose and fantasy background. This created what Fancy referred to as "The Four Horsemen."

Derpy's baked goods were stacked high on a long table against the wall that was almost as long as the bleachers itself. It had a simple table cloth in school colors and was filled with cookies, cakes, and confectionaries that towered like mountains on crystal display racks. The biggest rack of all being the muffin display in the center. It was clear what Derpy's favorite dessert was. Sunset could attest to their quality. She had never enjoyed a muffin quite as much as the one Derpy gave her at the first club meeting. Even a simple raisin muffin could be decadent, moist, and sweet in just the right way. Proving that sometimes talent mattered more than ingredients. 

The visuals were one thing, but the atmosphere was truly being set by Minuette's band. The drum core rattled off beats and paradiddles that Sunset felt being driven into her chest. A similar sensation to the rock concert, but now there were so many more drums. The brass instruments blared a hero's melody into the rafters. The sound was overwhelming and powerful. Yet, it was also refined and stylish. Sunset couldn’t help but bob her head along to the tunes she had become familiar with over the last week of rehearsals. 

All of a sudden, the day of the pep rally was upon them and Sunset found herself somewhat nervous. All the planning, all the prep, she could only hope that it would mean something to the student body. Tempest held her cheerleaders at the ready. They stood in the center of the basketball court facing the bleachers. Waiting for the student body to arrive. Minuette had queued the music ahead of time to set the atmosphere for their incoming classmates. Like a machine, she directed the band with a sharp and pointed ictus. Sunset allowed the anticipation to build up inside of her along with the music. She wrestled with engaging in the excitement of the moment without succumbing to the anxiety of the prospect of failure. If she fell today, there would be no reset. She could get up and try again, but the fall would forever be a part of that performance. 

The double doors of the gym burst open and the student body filed in. Most people noticed the food spread and eagerly went to grab a treat. Starting off on a good note, the students seemed content to enjoy the baked goods as they took their seats on the bleachers. 

Tempest and Minuette turned to each other. The band was gathered on the stage behind the basketball court. Tempest nodded and Minuette nodded back as she signaled to the band. They cadenced the piece they were playing bringing it to an end. Minuette stood, arms at the ready, waiting for Tempest.

"3, 2… 3, 2, 1 go!" Tempest shouted. Minuette gave the down beat on the word "go" and the band came to life once more. The cheerleaders, including Sunset, moved their hips and pom poms to the beat. They chanted and danced for their fellow students. Tempest was front and center leading the charge. When the time came for Sunset to do her flying, she rushed into Flash's waiting arms. She leaped into the air with more gusto than she usually did in practice. She flew up faster and easier than even most of her good attempts. There was no flailing or panicking this time. She flawlessly got into place and stretched her pom poms wide.

"Wondercolts!" They shouted in unison, ending their cheer. The band finished their last beat and the cheerleaders stood in place for several long pregnant seconds.

Silence. 

Not a single clap or cheer came from the student body. Most of them were sitting in small groups, ununified. Many of them were on their phones, not paying attention at all. 

Sunset and her fellow flyers elegantly dismounted to their bases and stood together on the hardwood floor. They looked at each other with a myriad of thoughts on their faces. Disappointment, fear, embarrassment, and regret. What was the point of working so hard if this was the result? Even booing would have at least been a reaction. The girls and boys stood in the silence bombarded by crushing indifference.

Undeterred, Tempest grabbed the nearby microphone and faced the bleachers.

"Wondercolts, are you ready to show Crystal Prep what we got?" She shouted at them. She got no response except for a few sarcastic head shakes. 

"Be aggressive. Be, be aggressive!" Tempest chanted and pointed the mic to the students, prompting them to join in. The cheerleaders and band members echoed her, but even their combined voices was underwhelming in the size of the gym.

"Be aggressive. Be, be aggressive." Tempest repeated, trying to add more energy and volume to compensate for the dead room. She motioned to her cheerleaders to start dancing. Sunset and the others jumped into another, simpler dance routine while echoing Tempest’s call and response. 

Minuette brought the band back in. Hoping to raise the energy levels. Unfortunately, the apathy was toxic and contagious. The band played, but much quieter now. Some of the members behind the beat and dragging the tempo down. Some of them were getting slightly off tune. The cheerleader’s movements became less crisp and sharp as their faces fell to match the indifferent student body. Everyone was acting like their valium shots had just kicked in. 

Except for Tempest.

"Be aggressive! Be, be aggressive!" 

Her voice was strong and unwavering. She was out of place and belonged in a different setting. Another pep rally. A better one. A real one.

Sunset felt her jaw and neck muscles tighten. Anger swept over her like a sudden oil spill. All of the Spirit Club's hard work was going to waste. The time, effort, and practice. It was all for nothing. A marvelous concert fell on deaf ears. Spectacular decor went unnoticed. Only the snacks seemed to disappear, probably because they were free. None of it deserved their dedication. It was no wonder no one came back to the spirit club each year. Who could possibly go through this much of a let down and still be motivated to try?

Sunset threw her pom poms to the hardwood floor in disgust and marched over to Tempest. She snagged the microphone out of the hands of a stunned Tempest Dream.

"What is wrong with all of you?" Sunset shouted into the mic. A second of speaker feedback caused everyone in the gym to cringe from the noise. The band abruptly stopped playing and the cheerleaders stopped dancing. All eyes were centered on Sunset Shimmer. 

"Why aren't you cheering and clapping with us? Why are you just sitting there as if nothing is happening at all? Is this a pep rally or a freakin' library?" Sunset had never used "library" as a pejorative before. She loved herself a good library, but now was not the time for quiet reverence and learning. 

"Who cares." A voice complained from the bleachers. "We're just gonna lose." He finished as the student body grumbled in agreement. It was the first thing they had responded to thus far as a group.

"So, that's it? You’re just gonna give up? You’re just gonna wait for Crystal Prep to trample all over you?” 

The crowd mumbled to themselves a bit.

"It's gonna happen either way." Someone finally said and the crowd sheepishly agreed.

"So you're just gonna watch as they do it? Without a fight? You're just gonna sit there and let them humiliate our school?" 

Everyone just stared at Sunset.

"That's completely pathetic. You know that, right? And I don't want to attend a school that's pathetic." Sunset noticed that many of the students still had Derpy’s baked goods in their hands or sitting with their stuff. 

“Did you enjoy the baked goods?” Sunset let her question hang in the air for a few seconds. Obviously the baked goods were the one thing that the uninterested students seemed excited about. 

“Those were made with passion, love, and dedication by Derpy. Just like me, she’s only a freshman, and she already has so much talent at baking. Wouldn’t you all agree?” She paused her speech as dozens of heads nodded in agreement. Finally, some kind of reaction. Sunset took a deep breath, “You know, last week I wasn’t a cheerleader. Heck, I could barely balance myself on the ground. But now, I can fly in the air thanks to hard work, a little bit of pride in myself, and faith in my classmates. If two freshmen are capable of that, imagine what all of us together could do if we just tried.”

"What are we supposed to do? There’s nothing we can do. We’ll just get beat again.”

Sunset could see that it was the same person responding to her each time, but she hadn't been acquainted with him yet. 

“So, what? You’ll continue to do nothing? Well, let me tell you what I’m not going to do. I’m not going to let some stuck up prep school step onto our campus and just walk away with a win for free. I don’t care if it’s impossible. I don’t care if I’m the only one fighting back. If they wanna take this victory from us, then they’re gonna have to earn it. And I’m not giving up, not without a fight.” 

Sunset knew she was being a bit dramatic as she let her emotions get the better of her.

“If you all are just gonna let Crystal Prep walk all over you, then why stop with the Friendship Games? Why not just let them into your house? Let them eat all your snacks, use your bed, and steal your stuff. If Crystal Prep owns us anyway, why not just give them everything we have? Is that what you want?”

Many of the students shook their heads. A few timid cries of “No” came out as well. 

“How about instead we take everything we have and give it to them on the field? Sure, they’re probably gonna win the Friendship Games. No one here is delusional about that. But how are you gonna feel once it’s all said and done? Don’t you wanna walk off that field with pride? Do you want to go the rest of the school year, the rest of your life, knowing that you didn’t even try?”

“Look, losing sucks. I get it. But there are way worse experiences than losing. If you have to look back on this competition and remember that you didn’t even try, I promise you you’ll regret it. I know I would. That’s why I’m gonna fight. I’m gonna train. I’m going to work. And when I’m done, Crystal Prep’s not gonna know what hit ‘em.”

The students were standing now. At least Sunset had gotten them engaged somewhat. Now came the real test.

“Now, use your voices. Let them shout. Let them be heard. Who’s with me?” Sunset shouted to her peers. She closed her eyes and held the mic out towards the bleachers. There was a brief moment of silence. Sunset feared she was going to be left hanging just like the rest of the spirit squad.

“I’m with you.” A familiar voice called from the bleachers. Sunset opened her eyes to see it was the same guy who had been answering before. He stepped down out of his seat and onto the gym floor. He had dark red hair and wore a track uniform. Sunset was pretty sure she had seen him after school practicing with the track team.

“I’m with you.” 

Sunset heard Tempest say and she turned to look at her friend. The cheer squad walked forward and stood with the two girls as a team. 

“We’re with you too.” Minuette called from the stage. The entire band stood up with her. Sunset felt Tempest’s hand on her shoulder. Her new roommate and, sort of, oldest friend beamed with pride as she looked Sunset in the eye. 

“I said…” Sunset turned to face the bleachers again. 

“Who’s with me?” 

She repeated to her previously tough audience. They responded by shouting an incoherent mess of cheers and affirmations back at Sunset. The enthusiasm was finally there if not a bit scattered. Sunset smiled for the first time during the pep rally. She nodded to Tempest as she put her hand over Sunset’s hand holding the microphone. Now sharing the spotlight, they chanted in unison.

“Be aggressive. Be, be aggressive.” Their voices were full of passion.

“Be aggressive! Be, be aggressive!” The student body shouted back. 

Not letting the opportunity go to waste, Minuette queued in her bandmates. Bringing an inspiring beat to the chant. The entire cheer squad, including Sunset and Tempest, continued leading the chant and the crowd responded back louder and louder each time. 

They had done it. The Spirit Club had brought spirit back to Canterlot High even if only for a moment. 

Maybe we have a chance. Sunset thought. 

Tempest turned to the group of cheerleaders. “From the top. Let’s go again.”

Everyone nodded and took their positions once more for the routine. The band took the cue and restarted the song once more. This time, when Sunset was hoisted into the air, their collective shout of "Wondercolts" was met with thunderous applause and cheers from the students. 

By the time the pep rally was over, throats were sore from cheering, hands were stung from constant clapping, and arms were weak from being held in the air so long. The vibrant energy of the youthful rally lingered in the gymnasium as the elated students slowly left the school to go home for the day. The band put away their instruments, content with a job well done as they happily chatted on their way out. The cheerleaders, who weren’t a part of the Spirit Club,  gossiped and giggled with each other as they prepared to exit out the double doors. A few of the girls turned to look at Sunset and Flash Sentry who had stayed behind with the Spirit Club to clean up. 

When Sunset abruptly turned and noticed them staring, the gossiping girls put their hands to their mouths, snickered, and scurried out of the gym.

The Spirit Club was left to deal with the mess that the student body left behind. Not a single one of their faces seemed to mind the chore one bit. They beamed with pride as they picked up various pieces of trash, unfinished baked goods, and confetti. Derpy was busy meticulously boxing the remaining treats and breaking down the displays. 

"It's a shame your band wasn't able to perform after all." Minuette made casual conversation. Flash's eyes darted around the room looking nervous. 

"Oh, well you know…" Flash muttered without elaborating. 

"What gives? How come they couldn't make it." Minuette was looking around for any band materials left behind on the stage.

"Uh, they uh… had another gig they already committed to." Flash cleared his throat.

"A gig that didn't involve you? Aren't you the lead singer?" Minuette asked. 

"Well yeah, but it's… it's complicated." He sighed. Hoping she didn’t push the issue, he quickly redirected the topic.

"You really saved our bacon out there, Sunset." Flash changed the subject. Sunset turned her face away to pick a piece of confetti up off of the floor. 

"It was a team effort. We all did it together." She replied, feeling just a little self conscious about her impassioned speech. 

"Are you kidding me?" Tempest threw a push broom to the ground and bounded over to Sunset, flinging her arms around her. "You were like a general leading us into battle. It was so cool!" She squeaked.

"I gotta admit. I thought we were gonna tank there for a moment." Minuette paused what she was doing to stretch her back. "Who knew that all they needed was a few good insults to bring 'em in line." Minuette punched her palm with her fist. Sunset covered her face in embarrassment, Tempest’s arms still around her. 

"Oh man, was I really that mean?" Sunset worried. She politely pulled away from Tempest’s embrace catching Derpy's eye. Derpy just shrugged nonchalantly and continued her clean up. 

"Hey, it was about time somebody said it." Minuette assured Sunset with her hands on her hips. "If you didn't, I was about to say something." She cocked her hip out to the side and pointed her thumb at her chest. 

"And you're not mean, Sunset. It was just tough love." Flash winked at Sunset. She smiled shyly. 

"Fancy what do you think? Was it too much?" Sunset turned to Fancy Pants who was standing on the top row of the bleachers. He was quietly staring at his poster that hung right behind where the majority of the students rallied and partied just a few minutes ago. 

Unfortunately only about half of the poster was still hanging on the wall. It had been ripped diagonally with the bottom half resting on the top row seats. The poor unicorn's head, whom he had meticulously painted, was now decapitated. 

"Oh my goodness, Fancy Pants I'm so sorry." Sunset was the closest to the bleachers so she quickly bounded up the steps and stood beside him. His face was on the verge of tearing up as he breathed heavily.

 "Why would anyone do this?" Sunset demanded, glaring at the fallen poster. 

"It wasn’t on purpose. I'm sure it happened by accident in the excitement." Fancy Pants reasoned with a calm but shaky voice. 

"Still, I can't believe how careless people can…" Sunset began until Fancy cut her off.

"I'm not concerned about the poster." He stated flatly.

"R-really?" Sunset asked caught off guard.

"Did you see their faces?" Fancy turned towards Sunset. His smile was wide and proud. 

"They believe, they really believe." He said while trying to gather himself. "It's just like Freshman year all over again. That feeling of… hope." He sniffled slightly, regaining his composure. 

"We're going to win." He plainly stated. “I can feel it.”

Sunset couldn’t help but be moved by Fancy's optimism. 

"Well, you know, it's a little early to think we'll actually win. I mean, we'll work hard and do our best but…" 

"No." Fancy interrupted Sunset again. "We're going to win." He stared at her deadly serious.

"You really think so?" Sunset wondered. 

"Can't you feel it?" Fancy Pants asked.

"Feel the victory?" Sunset was confused.

"That feeling in the air. The atmosphere." He waved his hands while looking up to the rafters.

"It's magic." He beamed.

Sunset bit her lip at the coincidence of his word choice. She knew what he meant, but couldn't help being reminded briefly of home. Her real home. The home that contained real magic. So much, in fact, that it was almost an afterthought. In this world, magic lived in feelings like hope.

"If you say so." She shrugged. "We'll do our best not to disappoint you." She said slyly.

"Hey, does anyone remember if Principal Celestia wanted the table and chairs to go in gym storage or the hallway storage?" Derpy asked from across the gym. Everyone shrugged unsure. 

"I'll go ask." Sunset briskly stepped down the bleachers. She trotted out the double doors and headed toward the front office, filled with more energy than usual. She felt a little dash might help release her built up excitement. 

Fancy believes, but do I believe? She thought. She had said many confident and inspiring words to her fellow students in the heat of the moment. Now she wondered if it was all talk. She would have to work hard not to disappoint Fancy Pants, or herself for that matter.

Sunset came to a halt right outside the administration office. She noticed that Celestia’s door was wide open. When she went to peer in she saw that Celestia was already talking to someone. It was a distinguished looking woman in a lavender pants suit. She had blond hair and large circular earrings that were purple with a white outline. The woman appeared fierce and very professional. She stood with a hand on her hip and the other one pointing accusingly at Principal Celestia. 

Sunset only glanced at her from behind for a moment before concealing herself in the hallway. Something about the situation made Sunset not want to intrude. 

"It's more than just competition, Celestia." The woman spoke in a posh and slightly condescending manner. Although it didn't sound like she was trying to be. It was just sort of an air she gave off.

"Canterlot High School has been slipping in every category the last few years. Graduation rates, GPA scores, standardized tests, not to mention sports and other competitions. The School Board is all but fed up. They want me to pull your funding and revoke your status as a magnet school." The woman's voice was harsh yet remorseful. 

"Miss Harshwhinny, please, I know we can pull it together this year. This dip is not permanent, we’ll be back on track before you know it. I have every confidence in my students and staff.” Celestia said in a rehearsed positive manner. 

“That’s what you said to me last year.” Harshwhinny said softly. Sunset could feel the dead air hang for a few seconds. 

“I’m afraid there’s no easy way to say this, Celestia, but it’s come to this.” Harshwhinny sighed audibly. As confidently as she spoke, she was not looking forward to what she was about to say next.

“If Canterlot High loses the Friendship Games this year, you will be removed as Principal of Canterlot High.” The superintendent’s ultimatum hung in the room. 

“It’s all up to the games alone?” Celestia questioned. She didn’t sound too surprised by Harshwhinny’s sudden bombshell. “Even if our progress across the board goes up?” Celestia asked.

“It wouldn’t make a difference.” Harshwhinny shook her head frustrated. “I’m afraid this is how the School Board politics have played out. They feel the Friendship Games are an important tradition that has been tarnished by Canterlot’s lackluster involvement. You see, it’s not just the losing, it’s the way Canterlot has been losing. Many feel that the change should have already been made. This year’s games are simply the final straw.” She stated coldly. 

“There’s nothing you can do?” Celestia pleaded. Harshwhinny paused for a moment.

“I’ve gone to bat for you in the past, Celestia. My words are falling on deaf ears lately. And if I’m being completely frank with you…”

Sunset’s heart sank as she listened.

“They are beginning to win me over as well.” Harshwhinny spoke the last nail in the coffin. Sunset wanted to run in and say something, anything. She felt helpless just standing there in the hallway. Fortunately, she knew better than to rashly reveal herself. No impassioned speech was going to solve this problem. Sunset was as powerless as she was magicless. 

“Do ‘they’ happen to be Principal Cinch?” Celestia bluntly asked.

“Good day, Celestia.” Harshwhinny sharply turned to leave the office. Sunset nearly panicked as she darted for the nearest cover. She found the copy machine nearby and crouched behind it. 

“Have a good day, Superintendent Harshwhinny.” Celestia politely said back. She sounded like a customer service employee.

“Celestia…” Harshwhinny stopped at the door frame and turned to face Celestia again. “Good luck at the games. I’ll be rooting for you.” She dropped the strong business woman act and spoke earnestly. 

“Thank you.” Celestia spoke softly, finally letting a hint of sadness creep into her voice. 

Sunset remained hidden as she watched Harshwhinny calmly walk away from the administration area and out the main doors of the school. She could no longer contain herself. She didn’t care about what might be privileged information, or impropriety, or even if she got suspended. She rushed into Celestia’s office and smacked her palms on the oak desk. Celestia jumped in her seat at the surprise attack. 

“Miss Shimmer?” Celestia said, regaining her composure. ”I thought you were performing in the pep rally. What brings you in so… suddenly? How did the rally go?” Celestia blurted out, avoiding the elephant in the room that Sunset obviously overheard.

“It’s not fair.” Sunset spoke a little too loudly for the small office. She couldn’t think of anything else to follow up with.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Celestia gave Sunset a look that made her feel like she was about to get written up. 

Great, can’t wait to get on the bad side of another version of Celestia. Sunset thought.

“The pep rally was amazing.” Sunset answered Celestia’s question. “The whole school is fired up. We’re gonna throw everything we’ve got at Crystal Prep.” Sunset balled her fist as smiled sideways. The elation of the pep rally returned to her. 

Celestia smiled softly.

“I admire your enthusiasm, Miss Shimmer. And I’m delighted to hear that the Spirit Club did such a great job in motivating my students. I’m very proud of you all.” Celestia folded her hands in front of her face and looked content. Sunset blushed hearing Celestia tell her she was proud of her. She longed to hear those words from her Celestia.

“But, you don’t think we’ll win.” Sunset also picked up on the subtle resignation in Celestia’s praise.

“Nothing is impossible. I know you all will do your best and that’s all I can ask for.” Celestia spoke diplomatically. 

“But we need more than our best. We need the impossible. You need it.” Sunset finished a little more accusational than she meant to come across. 

“It’s not fair for me to put undue pressure on my students because of my own failings. I will take responsibility for my actions regardless of the outcome. I suggest you do the same in your future endeavors, Miss Shimmer.” Celestia’s advice reminded Sunset of her chats with her adoptive “mother” back in Equestria. 

“We’re going to win the games for you, m…” Sunset caught herself before she said something truly embarrassing. “We will beat Crystal Prep, I promise.” She recovered. Celestia looked moved, but confused as well.

“Not that I’m ungrateful for your dedication and loyalty, Miss Shimmer, but…” Celestia reached for the words to put her thought’s delicately. “Why does my career mean so much to you?”

Sunset felt exposed. She was a freshman that just met this Principal and everyone else just recently. She struggled to think of a plausible explanation.

Somehow she figured I’m a homeless trans-dimensional pony trapped on this side of a portal for three years and this place and people consists of duplicate versions of my estranged home and loved ones wasn’t going to go over well. 

“I uh…” Sunset sheepishly grabbed her left arm with her right hand. “I just don’t like seeing someone lose something they’ve earned.” She wasn’t lying, but her omission was big enough to contain Tartarus. 

“I see.” Celestia said with a raised eyebrow. “And how do you know that I’m a good principal?” She cocked her head slightly. Sunset was caught off guard and had no idea how to respond. 

“Uh…”

“You heard the Superintendent. This school is underperforming under my leadership. You’re new here, so what makes you so sure that I shouldn’t be replaced?” Celestia spoke with shocking candor. It was very unprofessional to have this conversation with a student, but perhaps she was feeling cavalier now that her career hung by a thread. 

“I just know.” Sunset declared illogically. “I can tell. I have a sense for these things.” She stubbornly crossed her arms. She had probably never given a less evidence based opinion in her life. Celestia laughed out loud sounding genuinely amused and delighted. 

“And I suppose your sense is what makes you so sure we’ll win the Friendship Games?” Celestia asked incredulously. Sunset narrowed her eyes at the mild slight. 

It was time to choose.

Did she believe in Canterlot High like Fancy Pants or not? She knew she would blame herself if she saw Principal Celestia get fired after the games. Even though Celestia would never hold her to that. Even though it certainly wasn’t Sunset’s responsibility to begin with. She had to believe. Belief was the only thing she truly owned in her life. 

“Yeah, that’s right. My sense tells me. It’s kind of like magic.” Sunset smirked. Celestia perked up at her use of the word “magic.” Perhaps Sunset Shimmer really did have a secret sauce for Canterlot High. Celestia smiled with a fleeting feeling of true joy. A feeling that she had been lacking for sometime. 

“Thank you, my faithful student.” Celestia said in a motherly tone.

Sunset froze.

“W-what did you say?” Sunset barely got the words out. She couldn’t describe the multitude of feelings that washed over her hearing those words in that voice.”

“You’re my faithful student.” Celestia repeated casually. “I can’t think of a better word to describe your endless optimism for the future.” Celestia explained logically. 

“Y-yeah.” Sunset said, trying to recollect herself. 

“Oh and Miss Shimmer.” Celestia returned to her principal tone and snapped Sunset out of her daze. 

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell any of your fellow students about what Miss Harshwhinny said. I’m sure you understand. Not only is it unprofessional on my part, it’s not fair to put that kind of needless stress on the student body.” Celestia raised her finger, accentuating her point. 

Another secret from Celestia. Sunset was apparently destined to hold some kind of burden at the hands of her teacher, mother, principal, or mentor. Pick a title at this point. 

“I promise.” Sunset agreed vaguely and turned to walk out of the office. 





****

> Wondercolt of Personality: Ch. 3
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sunset struggled to pay attention at the next Spirit Club meeting. The music room became their base of operations and Fancy Pants took the opportunity to decorate it based on their club members' unique talents and personalities. 

Tempest addressed the group, talking about something to do with the Friendship Games logistics. Sunset could barely retain what was being said. She sat nervously thinking about the conversation she overheard between the Superintendent and Celestia. She replayed it in her mind over and over.

Secret, Sunset thought. 

Secret. Secret. Secret.

It rattled around incessantly in her mind. She didn't want to be the keeper of a secret anymore. Especially not one with such profound consequences for the school. Everyone went to class and walked these halls not realizing the danger that their Principal was in. From what Sunset had seen, the student body loved and respected Celestia. Similar to how the students at Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns felt about Equestria's Celestia although perhaps not quite to the same extent. 

A new principal could be harsh and uncaring. Losing status as a magnet school would be humiliating for anyone who ever wore Canterlot school colors. They had no idea that their entire school culture and identity hung by a thread, and the Friendship Games were coming to cut out the last hanging remnant. 

Sunset fidgeted with her hands in her lap. Her anxiety grew louder and louder with the only coherent thought in her mind.

Secret.

Sweat gathered on her lower back. Her breath quickened as she desperately tried to appear like nothing was bothering her. Occasionally she would nod or mumble in agreement with whatever Tempest was saying. However, she wasn't certain how long she could keep up the facade. 

"Sunset, did you hear me?" Tempest asked.

"Mhmm." Sunset nodded at the sound of her name.

"So what's your answer?" Tempest asked, a bit confused.

"Yes." Sunset sounded robotic. Her eyes staring straight forward looking off into nothing.

"Uh… it's not exactly a yes or no question." Tempest’s face looked amused.

Sunset couldn’t hear Tempest anymore. She kept picturing Harshwhinny in her prissy pants suits pointing accusingly at Celestia saying, "You're fired!" Over and over again.

In this daydream turned nightmare, human Celestia turned into a pony. The very pony that was the oldest image Sunset could recall in her life. 

"No please. I'll do anything." The pony Celestia begged Harshwhinny to no avail. In her frantic imagination, Sunset saw Celestia looking right at her.

"Sunset, my daughter, help me." She held out her hoof, but couldn't reach Sunset.

"No, mom, I'm sorry!" Sunset shouted out loud. Her internal madness finally becoming external. The sound of her own shout, snapped her conscious self back into reality. 

Tempest took a step back and put up her hands in surrender. Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open.

"Ok, we can table that question for now and come back to it later." Tempest said sheepishly. 

Everyone's eyes were locked on Sunset with similar expressions to Tempest.

"Dear, are you alright?" Fancy Pants asked. 

She could hear the genuine empathy and concern in his voice. If any other guy at the school called her dear it probably wouldn't sit with her too well. But Fancy's calm and mature nature made it more endearing than awkward. If Flash had called her "dear" her face would probably turn into a tomato on the spot. Which was basically what was happening then anyway. The humiliation sank in as she came to terms with the fact she had randomly called for her mother in front of her school friends. She decided to drop the act and fess up to what was bothering her.

"I can't do this. I can't keep it inside, it's driving me crazy." Sunset leaned over in her chair, grasping her hair on top of her head. She felt Tempest’s hand rest on her shoulder.

"What's bothering you, Sunset?" Tempest spoke softly. 

Sunset looked up to see everyone's concerned faces.

"I… I'm not sure I can say it." Sunset was torn. She had promised Celestia but the burden of the knowledge was tearing her apart inside. 

"Sunset, we’re your friends." Tempest kneeled down to be face to face with Sunset. "Whatever is bothering you, we want to help you."

Tempest massaged Sunset's shoulders with her palms. Her gentle touch calming to Sunset's tense muscles. 

"Really?" Sunset held her hands to her face and peeked at Tempest through her fingers.

"Duh, silly" Tempest stuck her tongue out slightly. 

"Of course, we're friends." Derpy smiled with her hands clasped in front of her skirt.

"You're one of us, my dear. And we look after our own." Fancy Pants said confidently. 

"Can't leave a club member hangin'." Minuette stated matter of factly, sitting in her backwards chair. 

"We all need help sometimes. Nothing to be embarrassed about." Flash gave her a thumbs up.

Sunset felt safe and comforted with her new friends. They barely knew her, yet they accepted her whole heartedly. Was this the magic of friendship that Celestia spoke of all throughout her childhood? They made her feel like she could take on the world with them by her side.

"I overheard the Superintendent talking to Principal Celestia. If we lose the Friendship Games, she loses her job." Sunset buried her face in her hands. She could hear a collective gasp in the room.

"What the f-"

"That is absolutely unfair!" Fancy Pants interrupted Minuette. Sunset peeked up through her hands to see Tempest stunned in bewilderment. 

"P-principal Celestia…" Tempest whispered. Her shoulders slumped.

"This is ridiculous. They would dismiss her over a silly competition. I mean, sure the Friendship Games are a big event every year, but isn't school about education and not competitive results? It seems like such an arbitrary standard to uphold." Fancy Pants said. He stood defiantly with his hand on his hip. 

"That's just it. Superintendent Harshwhinny said Canterlot was performing poorly across the board. Academics, tests, and everything. She blames it all on Celestia." Sunset looked down as she spoke. 

The seniors in the room shared an uncomfortable look with each other. They wanted to object to Harshwhinny’s allegations, but they all knew the truth.

"We do suck." Minuette sneered. 

"Poor performance across the board is a fair analysis of our school as a whole, lately." Fancy Pants admitted. His righteous indignation was completely extinguished. 

Sunset glanced at Flash and Derpy. None of the freshmen were sure what to say.

“It’s our fault.” Minuette said suddenly. “Our school has been slacking off ever since the end of Freshman year and now Celestia’s gonna get punished for it.”

“Performance reflects leadership.” Sunset said blankly. Her words sounded like Harshwhinny which gave her a knot in her gut. 

“No, that’s not true!” Minuette argued. 

“Yes it is.” Sunset looked confused.

Ok, yeah… the saying is true, sure. But not in this case. Celestia is a great principal. The students have just… I don’t know, there’s like a low energy vibe, you know?” Minuette threw up her hand in frustration. 

“When did it first start, exactly?” Sunset asked.

“I mean,” Minuette searched for the words. “It didn't happen all at once. We just slowly got more complacent as time went on. Losing to Crystal Prep didn’t help either. Insert ‘frog in a boiling pot analogy’, I suppose.” She put up air quotes with her fingers. A speech habit Sunset had witnessed by humans before. 

“Imagine what we could all do together if we just tried.” Fancy gazed directly at Sunset. “Those were your words, Sunset. We have plenty of talent here at Canterlot, we just chose not to use it.”

“But, you guys aren’t lazy.” Sunset defended them. “I’ve seen us all work so hard together.”

“Yeah, we for sure put in a lot of work this last week or so but…” Minuette shook her head. “I have to admit, I’ve been phoning it in myself. It’s just hard to get motivated sometimes, you know?” She shrugged her shoulders. 

“That’s why we can’t bring ourselves to accept Celestia’s dismissal.” Fancy contemplated. “We are all to blame. As a collective student body.” 

“So, what, we just gotta win right?” Flash blurted out. All eyes shifted to him.

“What’s done is done. No need to beat ourselves up about what happened in the past. We’re gonna pull it together to win the Friendship Games and save our Principal. Simple, easy. Right Sunset?” Flash pointed a double finger gun right at Sunset, making her feel at least a little more at ease. 

“Brilliant Flash, I wholeheartedly agree.” Fancy Pants snapped out of his daze. “Celestia has nothing to fear as we are absolutely destined to win the Friendship Games this year.”

“Yeah, so no more moping about. Let’s just go out there and get it done.” Flash darted to the center of the group and held his hand out.

“Ah yeah that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Minuette leaped out of her seat over the back rest. She smacked her hand right on top of Flash’s, ready for the group cheer. 

“This year’s games will be an unforgettable landmark in Canterlot’s history.” Fancy Pants proudly placed his hand on top of Minuette’s

“I suppose we have nothing more to lose.” Derpy shrugged as she joined her hand in the middle.

Sunset quietly stepped forward and placed her hand with the rest of the group. Only Tempest remained outside the circle, staring aimlessly away.

“Tempest?” Sunset asked curiously. “You’re our leader.” She was worried. Normally Tempest would be the one comforting Sunset. Tempest gracefully spun around. Her skirt twirled as her dance prowess showed. She calmly walked next to Sunset, placing her hand on top of hers and speaking directly to her.

“For Celestia.” Tempest’s voice was unusually calm and muted for such an occasion. 

“On three.” Tempest commanded. 

“One, two, three…”

“For Celestia!” The group raised their hands together. The pact had been made.

They would win the games this year and save Principal Celestia. They would save their school, if not themselves as well. 




****



Sunset opened her locker to set her unneeded materials inside. She kept only what she required for homework purposes, not wanting to weigh her backpack down with any unnecessary bulk. She paused for a minute as a particular book caught her eye. It was sitting gently at the bottom of her locker, unmoved since the moment the locker was assigned to her. 

She pulled it out and stared at it. It was a plain brown hardback book that bore her sunny cutie mark on the front cover. It was one of the few possessions that she brought with her from Equestria. This book was a magical communication device. With it, anything she wrote down would be sent to Celestia’s copy of the book for her to read. 

She had planned to communicate what she discovered back to Princess Celestia from the other side of the portal. She knew her fake trip to Fillydelphia would eventually have been discovered, and she had wanted to carefully take her time apologizing for her disobedience. She wanted to meticulously explain why she did what she did and hope that the untold wonders she encountered would be worth the effort. Ultimately leading her adoptive mother to forgive her. The plan seemed naive to her now. Even if she had slipped through the portal unnoticed, would Celestia’s rage really have been any more satiated? She would have simply received her dismissal via letter instead of in person. 

She opened the book and stared at the blank pages. With no magic in this world, would the book even still work? Even if it did, what on earth could she say to Celestia now? She pulled a pen from her pocket and held it to the top of the page. Anything at all would be better than nothing, but nothing would certainly be easier. She swallowed nervously, trying to think of what she would say.

Dear Princess Celestia,

I’m sorry

Were the only words she could muster to write. She gazed blankly trying to gather another thought, another sentence. After many long seconds the words on the page disappeared.

“No!” Sunset panicked. She wasn’t done yet, but she had hesitated so long the book assumed she was finished. Princess Celestia would now receive a woefully short and insufficient apology.

However, she knew this meant that the magical connection between the two books was still working. It could reach across dimensions and still deliver the message. Even in an inert world void of its own magic, this place wouldn’t stifle existing magic either. Perhaps inert was the wrong choice of words. This world was magic neutral. 

She sighed as she closed the book.

Even if she spent the rest of the afternoon thinking, she was pretty sure she couldn’t come up with anything else. 

She closed her locker door only to see Flash Sentry’s face looking at her. 

“Hey,” He said in a friendly tone. Sunset jumped a little at his unexpected arrival. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to spook you.” He said a little embarrassed. 

“It’s fine.” Sunset answered. He had no way of knowing what she was doing just now but she still felt as if she had been caught. 

“What brings you by?” She was more than happy to speak to a friendly face. Anything to take her mind off of Equestria. 

“Well, I was wondering if you would want to go get some food sometime.” He hugged the back of his neck with his palm. 

“Like grocery shopping?” Sunset was confused. “Tempest keeps our fridge pretty well stocked, but I appreciate it.” She naively said. 

“No I mean…” Flash started hesitating. “Like, you and me… eating food in the same place… together.” He said feeling foolish.

“You mean like…” Sunset blushed as she finally caught on to what was happening. 

“A date.” He said definitively. No more beating around the bush. 

Sunset’s heart beat soared along with her body temperature. The thought of spending intimate time with Flash Sentry was appealing to her. Immensely appealing, in fact. 

“Flash, that sounds… I would…” Sunset was a second away from accepting but the memory of Harshwhinny and Celestia came crashing back to her mind.

“I would love to, but I don’t think I can.” She said disappointed. Flash smiled sadly, just barely holding himself together.

“Oh. Ok. I get it.” He sheepishly looked at the floor. 

“Flash you don’t understand.” She grabbed his hand with both of hers and held it at her chest height. His cheeks reddened as he stared hopefully at her.

“I would love to go on a date with you, but…” She looked away.

“But what?” Flash asked. 

“I want to focus all my attention on the Friendship Games. I can’t have anything else distracting me.” She confessed. 

Flash moved away slightly but still held his hand in her grip.

“So I’m a distraction?” He looked hurt.

“Flash, don’t say it like that.” Sunset shook her head quickly. 

“Hey, you said it first.” He smirked back. 

“Look I just… what I mean is…” She was stumbling over her words now. 

“We’ll go on a date, I promise.” She finally said. 

“We will?” Flash’s eyes lit up with hope and excitement. 

“Just as soon as we win the Friendship Games.” Sunset declared. 

“We have to win?” Flash looked deflated. 

“We have to win.” Sunset confirmed. “I just won’t feel right otherwise. It’d be like celebrating failure.” She glanced at him apologetically. 

“Alright.” He said plainly, shaking his head. “We have to win.” He grabbed Sunset’s grip with his free hand. Now both of their hands embraced each other. She smiled warmly back at him.

“You know you drive a hard bargain, Sunset.” Flash boldly caressed Sunset’s cheek with the back of his hand. She leaned into his touch as a tingling warmth traveled through her body. 

“I know what I’ve got to offer.” She said with a knowing smirk. She held onto his hand by her cheek for a moment. 

“See you at tryouts?” Flash asked. Sunset almost forgot that the preliminary tryouts for the Friendship Games team was this afternoon. It was of the many things Sunset’s imagination had glossed over while Tempest was speaking at the meeting. 

“I’ll see you there.”




****



Sunset squinted her eyes as she stepped out of the air conditioned school and into the direct sunlight. Spending all day indoors always made her eyes sensitive to the natural light. She made her way towards the bleachers by the track and practice field of Canterlot High. Most of the school had gathered to at least watch the first round of the tryouts if not participate themselves. 

Sunset apprehensively sat her backpack down and took a deep breath. The first tryouts were all physical activities. Not exactly Sunset's area of expertise. She wanted to make the starting 12 of the Friendship Games, but for now her biggest goal was just to not embarrass herself.  She calmly walked over to where Tempest and the other Spirit Club members were standing. They had a table set up in the grass and were signing up competitors to try out. 

"Hi Sunset." Tempest vigorously waved at her. Sunset tucked her hand near her shoulder and calmly waved back.

"Here's your number." Tempest handed her a paper with the number "1" on it and four safety pins.

"I'm number 1?" Sunset asked, a little shy. 

"Of course you're number 1." Tempest winked. "Also you happened to be the first name I wrote down when I was making a list. I only wrote down like fifteen names, but way more have signed up on the spot." Tempest clapped her hands together a few times.

"How many people normally try out?" Sunset asked.

"Not this many." Tempest shook her head. "I think last year we were lucky to fill the twelve man roster." She shrugged with a laugh. 

"Good to know the excitement didn't die down after the rally." Sunset said. 

"You're telling me." A strangely familiar voice said behind Sunset. She turned around to see the red haired track student from the pep rally.

"Hello Sunset." He said with a familiar nod.

"Oh, hello uh…" Sunset was instantly embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I don’t think we've actually been introduced." She tilted her head away a little. 

"I'm Saturn Drive." He held out his arm and Sunset accepted the hand shake. "But friends call me Rocket." He finished as their hands let go.

"Oh ok, so Rocket." Sunset shot him a finger gun just like Flash. Rocket smiled when she called him his nickname. She decided to make friends first and ask questions later. A habit she picked up from Tempest.

"I never got a chance to thank you at the pep rally." Rocket said. Sunset rubbed the back of her head.

"Oh yeah, that." She looked bashful. "Thanks for what?" 

"For the kick in the butt! I for sure needed it." He crossed his arms and laughed. Sunset grew more embarrassed with each chuckle. 

"So you're the track captain?" Sunset changed the subject. "I guess you must run pretty fast."

"That's the idea." His confident grimace glowed with pride. 

"Did you compete last year?" Sunset asked.

"Yeah I did. There was some track racing last year too. There's usually some most years." He nodded.

"How did that go?" Sunset tugged on her quick dry gym shirt. She began applying the safety pins to her number. 

"I got 2nd place in the 1500 meter." He said casually.

"Oh that's pretty good." Sunset remarked, still messing with her safety pins.

"Sure but Crystal Prep took 1st, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th place." He frowned.

"Ouch." Sunset's tone dropped. 

"Yeah I was pretty annoyed. No one wanted to work on their cardio conditioning leading up to the games and they wondered why we lost." He threw his hands up.

"And that soured you on competing at all?" Sunset looked up at him. Her number hung loose by her safety pins.

"Pretty much. But hey, if everyone is willing to work a little harder we might have something here, you know?" He stretched his hands out together, cracking his knuckles. 

"Attention students." Celestia's voice rang out over the outdoor PA system. "If everyone is finished signing up, we will begin the conditioning test of the first day of tryouts with a 5,000 meter run." Many of the students groaned as soon as she said it.

Rocket cackled out loud.

"Celestia’s not pulling any punches this year. A 5k right at the get go. I like it." He rubbed his palms together. Sunset knew Celestia couldn't afford to go light this year. It looked like she wanted to weed out the unfit as fast as possible.

"Yeah, it sounds like a real blast." Sunset nervously glanced at her legs. Despite her human legs, she could run, but how fast and how long? 

She filed onto the 400 meter track with the rest of the contestants. There had to be at least 50 students crowding the lanes. 

Everyone was doing various stretches and warm ups. Bending over to touch their toes, or extending their legs out in a lunge. Albeit, some weren’t doing as well as others. But the effort was there. Sunset cast a glance at Rocket, who was doing similar stretches effortlessly. She mirrored him to the best of her ability.

A whistle blew across the field. "We'll begin on my signal." Celestia paused and the students got up and readied themselves to run. 

"Go!" Celestia shouted. All students broke out into a collective jog. Everyone looked to be going at a similar speed, but it wouldn't last. Sunset ran next to Saturn Drive. Only a few strides in, she already felt the burning in her legs and sides. Her breathing a bit labored. 

"Oh my… God you run so fast." Sunset complained. 

"This is my aerobic pace. Gotta save plenty of juice in the tank for later." He casually mentioned, tapping on his upper thighs. Sunset's breath was already short as she over strode to keep up with him.

“This is a marathon, not a dead sprint.” He told her. But Sunset still felt like she had to keep up with him. Otherwise, she’d never earn her place in the Games.

She didn’t talk, just focused on running and the human easily keeping pace beside her.

"Word of advice? Don’t wear yourself out at the start trying to keep up with me." He turned to look at her. His face was dead serious and he spoke like a coach. "Run at a comfortable pace for you or you'll end up walking that last four kilometers."

Sunset nodded and slowed her pace down. She watched as he jogged past her  effortlessly. Her "comfortable" was barely faster than walking but she knew she could keep it up for a while. He did spin around and give her a quick salute before disappearing among the other students, weaving his way through as they slowed.

The first 1,000 meters was tough, but after a few minutes of jogging she had become accustomed to it. Rocket's advice was paying off. All the athletic students from various sports clubs had lapped her, but she stayed ahead of the less trained competitors. Many had tried to run fast like Rocket and were already walking at the edge of the track, barely able to catch their breath.

If Sunset hadn't heeded his word, she would have been one of them. She decided to not think about what position she would finish compared to anyone else, but only focus on finishing the 5,000 meters without stopping to walk.

Running five kilometers as a pony would have been nothing to her. Most races in Equestria were more like fifty to hundreds of kilometers. Pony anatomy would certainly provide an advantage in this case. Maybe it was the extra legs? Sunset was downright inhibited In this form. However, her pace and rhythm were good. She managed to keep her breath as she watched more and more of her peers drop out and walk. 

Rocket looked absolutely unstoppable as he effortlessly glided around the track repeatedly. There wasn't a single runner on the track he didn’t lap by the end of it. Including the other track team members. He finished his laps, and students watching from the bleachers cheered as he pumped his fist over the finish line. Meanwhile Sunset was only about halfway through hers. 

By the time she crossed the finish line, Sunset was bent over huffing and puffing just like many of her peers who ran the whole way. She was proud that she managed to run the whole distance, yet felt maybe slightly resentful as Rocket waltzed over to her as if he hadn’t done anything strenuous at all. To be fair, he did have at least twenty minutes to rest before she finished.

“How’d you do?” Sunset asked, still winded. Her breaths were short and audible. As if the air around her were too thin.

“First of all, if you stay keeled over like that, with your hands on your knees, you’re gonna risk passing out.” He said concerned. 

“What should I do?” Sunset asked both tired and a little annoyed. Even though she could use the advice, she didn’t like it when someone else was the expert. 

“Stand up straight. Put your hands behind your head. Let your lungs expand better. Take big deep breaths and keep walking. You don’t wanna just stop moving.” He said as he started walking. He put his hands behind his own head to demonstrate. Sunset followed suit and walked with him. 

“Why do I feel dizzy?” Sunset asked as she took deep long breaths, filling up her lungs as instructed. 

“You surpassed your VO2 max. Your blood can’t get oxygen fast enough.” He said simply. Sunset felt dumb. It was simple biological science. If her head had been more clear she probably could have figured it out herself. Fortunately, she was starting to feel better already.

“I assume that was your first 5k?” They continued walking their cooldown lap around the track. Some of the slower students were still finishing up their runs. 

“Yeah.” Sunset admitted, resenting her inexperience. 

“What was your time?” 

“Uh, 36:40 if I recall.” 

“That’s really good!” Rocket said excitedly. 

“Don’t patronize me.” Sunset rolled her eyes. 

“I’m not, I swear.” He crossed his hand over his heart. “That’s a great time for your first 5k ever. Especially if you don’t run very much. You should be proud of that time.” 

Sunset smiled seeing how earnest his praise was. It was almost teacher-like of him to be so cognisant of a beginner’s skill level and not let his own skill go to his head. 

“Thanks.” Sunset accepted the compliment. “I hope I'm good enough to make it to the next round.”

“You’ll be fine. Anyone with a time under 40 always gets considered. After all, the games aren’t just running. We need skills and smarts across the board. I may carry us on the track, but if I don’t keep up with math and science and stuff, I’ll drag us down in those competitions.” Rocket looked determined. Sunset simply nodded.

“So what was your time?” Sunset asked.

“17:57.” He stated triumphantly. “That’s a personal best for me. I’ve never sub eighteen-ed before.”

“Congratulations.” Sunset couldn’t think of anything else to say. She couldn’t even fathom running that fast for that long as a human. 

“Well at least we know Canterlot will get first in any running event.” Sunset said confidently.

“I hope so.” Rocket went quiet.

“Hope so?” Sunset looked perplexed. 

“Yeah I still have to run faster than Shining Armor. He’s the guy who got first place last year.” Rocket sighed.

“I think you’ll get him.” Sunset put her hands back down to her sides. Her breathing was fine now and she felt a little ridiculous with her hands in the air. 

“If I run like today, you may be right.” He nodded.

“Well I’m glad I was able to inspire you even a little the other day at the rally. We’re lucky to have you on the team.” 

Rocket stopped walking. And Sunset walked a few paces ahead before she realized he had stopped.

"Sunset, I'm gonna be real with you."

Okay, now she was worried. Was he not being honest with her before?

"CHS wasn't my first choice High School." He said with a tinge of guilt in his expression. 

"Oh?" Sunset could hardly judge him. CHS wasn't exactly her first choice of, well, anything at all. Still, it was her whole life at the moment.

"I applied to go to Crystal Prep. Since they were the best school around, I wanted to go where I had the best chance of getting a track scholarship to college." He shifted his feet with his hands in his pockets. 

"Why didn't you go to Crystal Prep then?" Sunset wondered. Rocket looked relieved that Sunset didn’t view him as a traitor for admitting it. 

"I didn't get accepted." He laughed.

"Really?" Sunset was surprised. 

"Yeah. My track tryout was good, but not good enough. I came in 5th place in their 3k exhibition race for incoming freshmen. All five of us were neck and neck the whole last stretch. It was a super close race. I was slower than 4th place by a tenth of a second." He sighed as he recalled his 8th grade summer. 

"That was it? They rejected you by only a tenth of a second?" Sunset was surprised, but then she remembered that unicorns would fail their entrance and final exams at Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns by similarly narrow margins. 

"Yep. They took the four kids who placed in front of me, but decided they didn't want me." He shook his head slowly, trying not to let his recollection bother him too much. 

"I'm so sorry, Rocket." Sunset was at a loss for words. Comforting other people's egos wasn't her strong suit. Tempest or Flash would have been much better suited for the job.

"Don’t be." He smiled finally. 

"No?"

"I'm gonna show them they made a mistake this year. When we win the games, they'll be knocking on my door to get me back." He smacked his chest with his palm twice.

“You’d really leave? Just like that, if they accepted you back at Crystal Prep?” Sunset was genuinely curious.

Rocket shrugged. “Probably. Canterlot isn’t exactly known for being the best. If I want a chance at the best colleges, I got to go where I’ll be noticed.”

That comment made Sunset’s heart pound in gathering irritation. Not at Rocket specifically, but at the lack of enthusiasm surrounding seemingly every aspect of this school’s ambition. She could not accept such failure. And the students shouldn’t either. They needed to retain talent such as Rocket if they stood a chance at winning next year, or even the year after that. 

"Attention athletes. The next round of today's tryouts will begin shortly. Please make your way to the center of the field for a bodyweight arms test." Celestia's voice pierced through the loud speaker, pulling Sunset’s focus back to the games. 

"You ready for some push ups?" Rocket politely gestured to the middle of the field inside of the track. The other contestants were beginning to congregate in that direction. Sunset wasn’t exactly sure what a push-up was, but she’d do it. She’d do a hundred if that would kick this school into better spirits.

"Heh, as ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." Sunset did a quick arm stretch across her chest before following Rocket to the center.

Turns out, Sunset hated push-ups. Absolutely hated them. But she shouted words of encouragement to the group as they groaned through them. Tempest had apparently turned Sunset into a permanent cheerleader. By the time Day 1 tryouts were over, she was limping back to her dorm. Every muscle in her human body hurt. 




****

> Wondercolt of Personality: Ch. 4
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sunset was still sore the following day. Her legs hurt even while sitting in class. Her arms screamed every time she picked up her back pack. She knew the workout yesterday was intense, but wasn't prepared to face this much delayed onset muscle soreness. Now she had to flex different muscles for today's tryouts. 

About half of yesterday's contestants were eliminated from the conditioning tryouts. You could be the smartest kid in class, but if you couldn't keep up with the physical competition, it wouldn't mean much for Canterlot in the Friendship Games. 

"Ugh I'm so sore." Minuette complained. She sat backwards in her chair as usual, but slumped her upper torso over the backrest. 

"Why does everyone have to do everything in the Friendship Games? They should let us specialize with our team members." She grunted towards the hardwood floor.

The students were gathered together in the gymnasium. They sat in chairs next to folding tables set up on the basketball court. With a few dozen contestants still remaining, the next part of the tryouts had to be held in a bigger room than usual. Minuette’s backrest was facing Sunset.

"The society that separates its scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting by fools." Sunset rattled off from memory.

"I'm sorry, what?" Minuette shook her head rapidly.

"Sorry. I've been reading a lot of Greek philosophy lately." Sunset admitted. 

"So are you calling me a coward or a fool?" Minuette smirked.

"Well that depends. Which part of the tryouts do you suck at more?" Sunset fired back. Both girls giggled incessantly. 

“Alright students, it’s time to begin the written exam portion of the Friendship Game’s tryout.” Celestia stood in front of the fifty or so that would eventually be whittled down to twelve. 

Sunset looked down at the sealed test packet on the table in front of her. A sharpened No. 2 pencil next to it. She had long since gotten accustomed to human writing utensils. But she silently longed for her magical quill, because even her fingers were sore. The students collectively quieted down and got ready to focus.

“You may begin.” Celestia declared and sat down to moderate. She gazed serenely out at her studious contestants.

Sunset’s hand flew across the scantron paper as she flipped her test packet open. She circled in answers so fast, one might think she was just guessing each answer. But the answers poured from her mind in a continuous flow. Minuette looked dumbfounded at Sunset, barely able to believe how fast she was going. Sunset’s face was focused so hard she didn’t notice her surroundings at all. It was as if she were the only person in the world and this test the only object. Sweat quickly built up on Sunset’s forehead.

Not twenty minutes passed when Sunset abruptly stood up to hand in her test. Her chair squeaked loudly along the floor as she walked over to the principal. Celestia, lost in thought, looked up when she noticed her student’s presence in front of her. 

“Do you have a question about the exam, Miss Shimmer?” Celestia tilted her head.

“What?” Sunset snapped out of her academic trance. “Uh, no ma’am. I’m finished.”

“Finished? Already?” Celestia’s eyes shot wide.

“Yes.”

“Including the short answer section and the essay at the end?” Celestia stared in disbelief. 

“Yes.” Sunset repeated. 

“That’s remar… imposs…” Celestia failed to find the right word. “Even so. It’s not good to rush through such a difficult exam.”

“Difficult?” Sunset looked confused.

“Yes well,” Celestia cleared her throat. “Surely in your haste you must have made some mistakes. Perhaps you should go over the test and make sure you are satisfied with all of your answers.”

“I did that already.” Sunset moved her finished exam papers closer to Celestia, insisting that she take them.

The Principal just stared at her. Sunset looked around the room and noticed that all eyes were on her. A few students were whispering to one another. Had she done something wrong? She didn’t want to offend or upset anyone.

“Tell you what.” Celestia smiled as she gently accepted the papers. “There’s plenty of time left in the exam period. I’ll go over your answers for you and if there are any mistakes, I’ll let you change your answers for half credit.”

“Um… ok.” Sunset shuffled her feet and held her hands behind her back. All of the awkward stares from her classmates left her self conscious. 

Celestia focused on Sunset’s exam papers as her pen flew across the sheet. Her red marker was ready to mark any mistake, exposing Sunset’s hubris. Yet page after page she flipped and the pen never came down. Her expression became increasingly flustered as she scanned each answer. She was almost frustrated that she couldn’t find anything to critique.

Finally the red pen came down, making a big circle on one of the last pages. Sunset’s heart sank at the sight of the red ink. In another minute, Celestia looked up at Sunset. She shook her head as she said,

“I can hardly believe it, Miss Shimmer. You got 99.3 percent of the exam correct.” Celestia sighed, about to compliment her student more when Sunset spoke up first.

“What did I miss?” Sunset appeared distressed. 

Celestia flipped back to the math section of the exam.

“One of your answers on the calculus questions was off by a factor of ten.” Celestia noted. “Which is odd considering how accurate your other answers were.” 

“Ack.” Sunset slapped her forehead. “I moved the decimal again. I’m so dumb. You were right, Principal Celestia, I should have gone over it more carefully. Please forgive me.” Sunset bowed her head to her new ruler. 

“Uhm…” Celestia sat flabbergasted. “That’s quite alright, my dear. This is still one of the highest scores that any student has ever received on the written exam for the Friendship Games. It’s also the fastest completed, if I’m not mistaken.”

Sunset nodded humbly. She sheepishly looked around and caught the gaze of her astonished classmates, causing her cheeks to turn as red as her hair. Was she not supposed to do well? We’re they making fun of her?

“Would you like to correct it?’ Celestia offered. “That would bring your grade up to a 99.65%”

“No.” Sunset held up her hand. “It was a careless mistake and I should live with it.” She moved her hand over her heart. 

“Very well.” Celestia raised an eyebrow. She wondered if Sunset was being arrogant, but she couldn’t detect any insincerity in her mannerisms. Sunset turned to walk away, but Celestia grabbed her hand with hers, causing her student to blush again.

“You’re going to be my greatest hope.” Celestia whispered as she winked at Sunset.

“I’ll do my best.” Sunset whispered back. She began walking towards the door, her heart fluttering as her footsteps seemingly walked on air. The silent and stunned room continued the exam in her absence. 

Sunset entered the music room, gathering a few belongings she had stored in there. The music room was now her, and the Spirit Club’s, base of operations. She decided to read some of her assigned reading while she waited for the others to finish their exams. Some time passed before the double doors burst open, causing her to jump. 

“Holy crap!” Minuette stormed into the room and accosted Sunset. “What are you, some kind of super genius?” She glared harshly at her.

“I’m sorry.” Sunset cowered even though Minuette was a few inches shorter than her. “I didn’t mean… I just…” 

“What do you mean you’re sorry?” Minuette scooped up both of Sunset’s hands into hers and clutched them so tightly it hurt. “You’re just incredible.” Minuette leaned her head back and cackled like a mad woman.

“T-that’s a good thing, right?” Sunset meekly asked. 

“Of course it’s a good thing!” Minuette shouted in her face and Sunset winced. “Sorry, I'm just so excited we…” She paused, too moved to speak. Sunset simply squeezed her hands back waiting for Minuette to continue. 

“We’re gonna win aren’t we?” Minuette’s face was near tears. 

“Of course. We’ve been saying that all along.” Sunset looked confused. 

“Yeah, yeah, but…” Minuette freed one of her hands to wave it dismissively. “I thought that was us all coping until now. Like, maybe we’d do better this year but winning?”

“We have to win.” Sunset appeared dead serious. 

“With you on our team, we can’t lose the academic portions. All we have to do is have a respectable showing in the sports stuff. And with Rocket on a rampage… Oh my God…” Minuette trembled in excitement. “We can do this. We can really do this.”

“Of course we-” Sunset paused when Minuette suddenly embraced her. Neither of them heard the music room doors open again or the footsteps that followed.

“Thank you for this, Sunset. You don’t know what it means to me. To us.” Minuette squeezed her tightly. Sunset simply smiled and hugged her back.

“Uh… I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I can come back in a minute.” Flash stood in the doorway with his hand behind his neck. He looked away, too embarrassed to look directly at the girls. 

“Pervert.” Minuette suddenly broke from Sunset to face Flash. “Can’t I hug my wife in peace?” She waltzed past Flash and gave him a playful punch in the shoulder. When Flash blushed, she held out her tongue and blew a raspberry at him. “We’re gonna win!” She declared down the hall as she walked out of the room.

“Um, I…” Sunset fussed with her skirt and stroked her hair. “That was… we were just…” She pointed towards the doors that Minuette had just exited. 

“Congrats on the wedding.” Flash smirked

“Pffft!” Sunset couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Thanks. Sorry your invitation got lost in the mail.” She pointed a finger gun at him. 

“Hey uh…” Flash looked away, sounding serious all of a sudden. 

“What’s wrong?” She lowered her finger gun slowly.

“I just… I think I may be in a bit of trouble.” He admitted.

“Oh no. What did you do?” Sunset crossed her arms and stared suspiciously at him. “Does Celestia know?”

“Not that kind of trouble.” He laughed. “What makes you think I did something bad? You think I robbed a bank or something?” 

“Did you rob a bank?” She grinned deviously. “If so, where's my cut?”

“Check's in the mail.” He said. Sunset giggled. Although his good humor quickly fell. He sighed and drew out a long breath. “But seriously, I’m really struggling with my classes lately. I don’t know what it is. It’s like I can’t focus or something.”

“Are you worried you won’t make the Friendship Games team?” Sunset put her arms down.

“Yeah I am. But more importantly, I’m worried about failing my classes.”

“Oh wow is it that bad?” 

“See I told you it was bad.” Flash smiled again finally.

“So are you saying you need…” Sunset was cut off by a nervous Flash Sentry.

“Since you’re apparently like a genius and stuff, I was hoping you could tutor me.” He held out his palms, his eyes pleading with her. He appeared more afraid of rejection than when he had asked her out.

“I’m not a genius.” Sunset gripped her elbow with her palm and sat down on the stage platform in the music room.

“I don’t know, you seem pretty smart to me.” Flash sat down next to her. The afternoon light flooded through the windows giving a warm orange glow to their meeting. “Your score on that test was amazing. I didn’t know you could do that…” Sunset gave him a look as Flash thought about what he just said for a beat too long.

“I mean…” He stammered. “I figured you were smart and stuff. I just… it seemed so incredible and… not that I didn’t think you were incredible before…” He smacked his forehead.

“Thanks.” Sunset placed her palm on his shoulder. “You should quit while you’re ahead next time.” 

“For sure.” He nodded. 

“Yeah I can tutor you, Flash.” Sunset abruptly put her hand back to her side. “What subjects are you struggling with the most?”

“Would it be cringe if I said all of them?” He sighed.

“I won’t tell anyone.” Sunset Snickered. “I’ll come over right after school today and we’ll get started.”

“Today?” Flash blushed.

“Yeah, you said it’s pretty dire. And it sounds like we have a lot of ground to cover.”

“I’m sorry for burdening you with this. You don’t have to do it if it’s too much work on top of what you’re already doing. Plus the Friendship games.” Flash threw up his hands at the mention of the games. 

“Hey, what are friends for?” Sunset placed her hand back on his shoulder and gave him a gentle rub.

“Thanks.” Flash placed his hand on top of hers and grinned. They stared at each other for a few long seconds. Flash wanted to bring up his feelings again, but everything had already been said. He felt like he was in romantic purgatory until the Friendship Games. For a moment, he worried that she was just trying to let him down easy over time. However, something about the way she looked at him told him otherwise. 

“I’ll see you in your dorm later.” Sunset got up and grabbed her backpack. Flash watched as she sauntered out of the music room. He allowed his gaze to get lost in the sway of her hips with each foot step. She turned around, almost catching his stare, and smiled.

“Later.” He smiled back and the doors to the music room gently swung closed. It took a minute for Flash’s heart rate to calm down.




****



Sunset whisked off down the Canterlot High School halls on the way to her locker. The rest of the day couldn’t have gone by any slower for her since she had been looking forward to meeting up with Flash Sentry in his dorm. The last time she was in his dorm, she had suddenly darted away from Flash in a hasty retreat. This time she would make it up to him. He needed her help, and she was more than happy to provide it. Sunset quickened her pace, accelerating from a light jaunt to a full jog. Her mind raced with excitement as she felt her body surge with newborn energy. This was her school. This was her new life and, to her immense surprise, it was good. Good enough to thoroughly distract her.

She never saw the poor young man standing outside the administration office until it was too late. Sunset collided with what felt like a brick wall and went careening downward. She landed squarely on her butt and looked up confused and dazed. 

“Are you alright?” A rich and masculine voice called to her. The tall gentleman towered over her, holding out his palm to help her stand back up. His eyes were as blue as his hair. He wore a violet cardigan sweater with a star symbol that Sunset didn’t recognize on his left breast.

“I know our schools are supposed to be rivals, but I wasn’t expecting this level of hostility.” The stout student kept his hand offered as he smiled slyly. Sunset unconsciously accepted his hand with hers while staring straight at this new stranger. She yelped as his brisk yank sent her flying back to her feet. Was he even stronger than Flash? His upper body muscles were certainly larger than Flash’s.

“Oh my Celes…” Sunset’s face blushed deep red. “...My goodness, I am so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I certainly didn’t mean to be hostile, I just…” Sunset spoke a mile a minute as he cut in.

“I know, I know, I was just teasing. I wasn’t being serious.” He smiled broadly and his calm demeanor allowed Sunset to breathe a sigh of relief. “My name is Shining Armor. I go to Crystal Prep.” He offered his palm again for a handshake this time. 

“I’m Sunset Shimmer.” She shook his hand and tried to match the firm grip he gave her. Although, she was pretty sure he wasn’t trying to be firm with his grip.

“Sunset Shimmer.” Shining Armor nodded his head curiously. “I haven’t seen you at any of the Friendship Games before.”

“Oh… haven’t you?” Sunset meekly fussed with a strand of her bangs. She didn’t like people pointing out that she had materialized in this new world out of nowhere. 

“No, I would have definitely remembered a face like yours.” He winked.

“Heh.” Sunset chuckled as she rested her hands on her hips. Were all guys in this world filled with such forwardness and confidence? 

“Is that so?” She cocked her hip out to the side.

“I take it you’re a freshman then? Are you planning to compete in the friendship games?” His disarming smile made her suspicious. 

“Why do you ask? Are you some sort of spy?” She matched his mischievous grin from earlier as she folded her arms in front of her jacket.

He cocked his head back and laughed deeply from his chest.

“If I am, I’m a pretty bad spy.” He gestured to the main entrance behind him. “What with my walking in the front door and heading straight for Principal Celestia’s office.”

“You’re here to see Celestia?”

“Yeah, I’ve actually known her since I was a little kid. In fact I almost attended…” He paused for a moment, his eyes suddenly looking sad for some reason. “Well… that’s a long story. But if I see any spies, I’ll be sure to send them your way.”

Sunset laughed this time. 

“Ok, ok, well sorry about bumping into you. I won’t keep you from your meeting with Celestia.” Sunset turned to walk away.

“Hey, before you go, I was just wondering…” He hesitated and Sunset glanced in his direction again. 

“You’re new here so I was just curious…” He looked away as he scratched the side of his neck. “What do you think of Principal Celestia?”

Sunset stood dumbfounded for a moment, his question throwing her off guard.

“I uh…” She cleared her throat and squared her shoulders. “I think she’s an amazing leader. I can’t imagine having a better principal.” Sunset felt as if she needed to defend Celestia. Especially when she knew Celestia’s job was secretly on the line at the Friendship Games.

Shining Armor nodded his head with a pleased smile.

“Yeah. I agree.” He said simply. “See you at the games, Sunset Shimmer?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

As they turned to go their separate ways, Sunset’s bright mood turned bitter sweet. It seemed as if not even a moment could go by without her being reminded of what was at stake.




****



Sunset sat on the end of Flash Sentry's bed tired and sweating. The room was warm with their combined body heat and air circulation was lacking through the tiny air vent in the roof of Flash's dorm.

"Then you solve for the derivative of X as it approaches zero." Sunset said confidently. 

"So X can be as low as zero?" Flash tugged on his sweaty shirt.

"No. It approaches zero but it can never be zero." Sunset punctuated her point by tapping the graphing paper on the desk in front of her. 

"How close to zero can it be?" 

"Infinitely." 

"Infinitely?" Flash repeated, his face perplexed. "How can something so small be infinite?"

"It's infinite because it can always get smaller but still can't reach zero. Imagine just adding lower and lower decimals down the line forever." Sunset examined Flash’s face for any signs of confusion. He simply nodded to himself so she continued. 

“You know, cause the farther right you add decimals the smaller the…” She began but he interrupted. 

“Yeah, yeah, I get that. I just don’t get why it just keeps getting smaller.” Flash rubbed his head as he stared at the sheets Sunset was writing on. 

“Because the derivative is the limit of the function. And in order for there to be a limit to the function the number has to be the same on either side of the equation and with absolute value it’s impossible to do that with zero.” Sunset smiled, pleased with her sound explanation.

“But what if it is?” Flash genuinely asked.

“It can’t be.” Sunset narrowed her eyes.

“But what if it magically was?” The side of Flash’s lip curled up mischievously. 

“Then the universe explodes.” Sunset threw up her hands. They both laughed for a few seconds before the room fell silent for a moment. Just long enough to remember how hot it was.

"You really need to get some kind of fan in here." Sunset wiped her brow with the back of her palm as a no. 2 pencil poked out through her grip. 

"Yeah, I guess you're right. You know it doesn't usually get this hot in here when it's just me." Flash fanned his face with his math textbook, trying to get some air flow.

"I guess you're not used to having a guest." Sunset smirked and turned to Flash. "Good to know I'm the only girl you've been bringing around here." 

Flash Sentry flushed, but it wasn't the heat.

"Har, har." He rolled his eyes. "You know I probably could if I wanted to." Flash set his book down and leaned back in his gaming chair. 

"I don't doubt it. What with all the fangirls from your band." Sunet scribbled a few notes on the math sheet in front of her.

"Oh yeah." Flash’s tone dropped as he acknowledged her comment. "Probably." He cleared his throat.

The math was abruptly forgotten. This subject far more interesting.

"Why don't you bring any of those girls over?” Sunset swallowed as she finished. No taking that question back now. 

“I don’t know.” Flash sighed. “I guess it would just feel shallow and meaningless to me. Not that the girls who come to the show are shallow or anything, but I just… I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right.” 

Sunset’s inner dialogue went nuts:

Why is it hotter all of a sudden? Oh, because my heart is pounding wildly in my chest. My core body temperature must be up two degrees. Should I take off my jacket. Wait, no. That would insinuate too much. Jacket stays on. Am I sweating? Can he smell me? Oh god, he hasn't said anything yet. He’s being so honest and open and cute. How long has it been since I last spoke? Oh good grief, say something.

“And it does feel right when I’m here?” Sunset fiddled with her pencil, trying to quiet her own voice in her head. Flash’s face snapped in Sunset’s direction.

“Of course it does.” He said emphatically.

Sunset’s chest welled up in joyous triumph.

“It’s just…” Sunset swallowed again, coming back down to earth. “It was Tempest’s idea for me to come here the first time, so you could have been just humoring her.” 

Brush it off. Maybe he’s not that into you? Her inner voice tormented her. She found herself unable to look Flash in the eye until she felt him grasp her hand into his. 

“Sunset.” He began and Sunset lost herself in his gaze. His strong jaw line complemented his quaffed blue hair. He was the quintessential pretty boy artist, which Sunset found out she was apparently into. 

“I wouldn’t have asked you out if it didn’t mean something to me.” He continued. “Tempest just gave me a nudge in the right direction. I should thank her. It probably would have taken me longer to work up the courage if we didn’t connect on the first night like that.” As soon as he finished talking, his face grew bright red. He let go of her hand to rub the back of his neck and chuckle nervously. 

“Yeah, she was definitely playing matchmaker.” Sunset smiled as her own cheeks felt flush. “She kept making comments to me in private. You know… nudging me in the right direction.”

“So it was the right direction?” Flash’s hopeful gaze fixated on her. 

“Y-yes. I think it is.” She said, but looked away shyly. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. Why did she care that her lips suddenly felt dry? Did her breath stink? What was the last thing she ate? This was unfamiliar territory. A side of herself she rarely showed to anyone. She liked this flirty Sunset. It felt normal. Something every girl goes through. A perfectly normal teenage crush. And she was normal right?

Meanwhile, Flash wanted to throw caution to the wind, take her in his arms, and kiss her passionately. Screw the Friendship Games and waiting. He wanted her now. Her soft lips, her round cheeks, the curve of her hip and waist, he had taken in all her features and was enraptured by her. 

But instead he nodded and let the, bordering on awkward, silence linger. 

“How’s your band going? When’s your next show?” Sunset filled the dead air, tucking a section of hair behind her ear.

“Oh…” Flash deflated like a popped balloon. His shoulders slumped as he sighed at the floor. “About that…” He said but didn’t finish.

“What about it?” Sunset looked worried. Flash was visibly upset. All that flirty teenage pent up energy dried up like a desert.

“Remember when I said the band was double booked and couldn’t do the pep rally?” Flash looked like a kid admitting he stole a bike to his parents. “Well that was only partially true. They actually kicked me out of the band altogether.”

“What!?” Sunset stood up suddenly causing Flash to flinch. “Why would they kick you out? You’re like the best part of the band.” Sunset breathed heavily like a MMA fighter ready for her next opponent.

“Thanks. I wish they saw it that way.” Flash leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. There happened to be a poster of his old band right above where he was sitting. He considered standing up and ripping it down. However, Sunset seemed upset enough for the both of them.

“Did you guys get in a fight? Maybe you can just cool off and figure it out?” Sunset said hopefully, trying to calm down. Her imposing demeanor made Flash a little nervous but he found her anger in this situation cathartic for his own needs. 

“I don’t think so.” Flash shook his head. “When I told them about the pep rally they said school functions like that were for losers and that they were above that. I tried to argue but they just kept shutting me down.”

“And so they kicked you out over that?”

“Well…” Flash swallowed before continuing. “I tried to argue that the pep rally was really important to me. So much so that I joined the cheer squad and they laughed.” Flash put his face in his hands. 

“They called me a…” Flash paused at the memory. "Well they used a word I prefer not to repeat, but it hurt alot. Especially from guys I considered friends.”

“Flash…” Sunset’s anger subsided as her focus shifted to Flash’s declining mental state. She scooted the wooden chair over so she could sit next to him. Two minutes ago the idea of being physically closer to Flash had been nerve wracking, but now, she wanted to hug him for sympathy.

“Then they said they didn’t want somebody so… ‘gay sounding’ to be their lead singer.” Flash was near tears. He kept his eyes buried in his fingers to hide it. Sunset placed her hand on his thigh, wanting to comfort him anyway she could without overstepping boundaries. 

“Then they told me...” Flash grunted, forcing his voice not to crack or sound sobbish. He was terrified of looking unmanly to anyone. Especially to a girl he was interested in. “That my voice was too nasally and effeminate. That if I was going to be a… ‘f-word’ I should be it somewhere else so that they can go make real metal. Not fake pop metal. Which is the only thing I can sound like apparently.” Flash breathed in deeply, trying to get ahold of himself to make sure he didn't lose control and cry all over Sunset.

“I’m so sorry, Flash. I can’t believe they would say all that stuff. It’s 1000% not true.” Sunset rubbed his leg as she shook her head disapprovingly. 

“I can’t help thinking that…Maybe they’re right though?” Flash looked up at Sunset with redness in his eyes. The tears just barely under the surface. “Maybe I do sound like… like I’m g-.”

Sunset cut him off, her voice suddenly booming with volume.

“Your voice sounds freaking hot!”

Sunset blushed at her outburst but didn’t care. Hearing Flash sing had been one of the highlights of her time in this world. What if he stopped altogether because of this? She wouldn’t let that happen.

“And even if you did sound ‘gay.’” Sunset made air quotes. “Who cares? Why is that a problem? Well the jokes on them because you're the best catch in the whole band and now they have no appeal remaining whatsoever.” Sunset folded her arms in protest. “Their loss. I bet they won’t even book any shows now that you’re gone.”

“Heh, thanks.” Flash sniffed and finally smiled again.

“I bet all those fangirls suddenly stop going to their shows too. Good. That’s what they deserve.” Sunset’s eyes lit up in realization. “You should start your own band! Or go solo!” She finger gunned him at the suggestion.

“You think so?” Flash perked up a little bit.

“Heck yeah. Don’t give up on something you're passionate about. You’re a freakin rockstar.” 

“I don’t know.” Flash shook his head. “I’m not sure I have enough creative juice to make my own songs from scratch. They always rejected or heavily edited anything I wrote.”

“Let me show you something.” Sunset got up and walked over to the edge of the bed where he kept his acoustic guitar. She flipped the strap over her head and sat back down with the instrument. He watched her intrigued. She looked much more confident and natural than last time.

“You practiced?” He asked. She looked up, nodded, and smiled so beautifully at him that he felt his mouth gape open.

She refocused her gaze on her finger positionings and began strumming. The chords came out clear and musical, as if she had been playing for much longer than just the start of the semester. He instantly recognized the melody and lyrics she began passionately singing.

It was his song. The one he often played in the cafeteria during lunch, or afterschool in the music room. He would usually play somewhere off to himself, thinking no one really noticed what he was doing. Just another guitar nerd doing guitar things. He stared entranced at her as she sang and played his own song. Her voice was elegant yet full of vigor. Her fingers flew, changing and shifting, strumming and playing with great musicality. 

When she was done, she looked up and smiled that same amazing smile at Flash. He wanted to keep that smile in his heart forever.

“How did you learn to play my song? I’ve never done that one in a show before.” He asked curiously. 

“I hear you playing it all the time. It’s clearly your favorite one and I think it’s pretty.” Sunset shrugged as she continued explaining. “You showed me how to play chords and Tempest has a guitar in our room so I looked up guitar tabs and lead sheets online and started practicing everyday. I noticed a pattern in the chord progression of most popular songs so I was able to reverse engineer your song just by listening a lot.”

Sunset blushed at the implication.

“I mean.” Sunset stuttered. “I don’t wanna bother you when you play at school, but I like listening so I… I guess I kinda spy on you.” Sunset giggled nervously.

“That’s incredible.” Flash said dead seriously. 

“That I spy on you? I’m sorry I-” Sunset began and Flash interrupted. 

“No, haha,” Flash laughed nervously as well. “I mean that part is fine. It’s kind of cute.”

“Not creepy?” Sunset bit her bottom lip. Cute. He called her cute. Her heart was fluttering all over again.

Sunset biting her lip brought Flash’s attention to her mouth. “Maybe if I didn’t know you, but we’re friends.” Flash shrugged. “You can come listen to me play anytime. It won’t bother me. In fact… I may like it better if I know you’re there.”

“Flash…” Sunset gazed into his eyes again. His baby blue irises and bunny slope nose were handsome and matched his personality. Maybe her rule of waiting for the Friendship Games was stupid. If she wanted him, why should she wait? After a moment she noticed that she had been unconsciously leaning into him. The only thing separating them was the body of the guitar. Sunset’s face got dangerously close to Flash’s until she could see the blue gradient in his irises up close.

A phone ringtone went off like an air raid siren, snapping the two of them out of their momentary trance. 

“Uh, sorry, hang on a second.” Flash picked his phone up off of the desk, looking annoyed. That was until he saw the name on the caller ID.

“Why is Principal Celestia calling me?” Flash looked perplexed.

“At this hour?” Sunset looked equally confused. The sun had set about an hour ago. Tempest was probably gonna tease Sunset later about how long she stayed at Flash’s dorm.

“Hello?” Flash answered the phone. A small pause as Celestia spoke. “Yeah Sunset is here.”

Sunset looked even more confused that her name was brought up. 

“Yeah here she is. Hold on.” Flash handed the phone to Sunset and she hesitantly accepted it.

“P-principal Celestia?” Sunset cautiously asked.

“Hello Sunset. I’m sorry for tracking you down so late but the matter is rather urgent.” Celestia explained.

“How did you know I was here?”

“Well we have a student directory with everyone’s phone number but you don’t have a phone apparently. When I called your roommate Tempest she said you were with Flash Sentry.” 

“Oh.” Was all Sunset could think to say in response.

“Miss Shimmer, I need to ask you a question and I need you to be completely honest with me.” Celestia’s voice sounded harsh in a way she had only heard a few times in her life. It made her heart skip a beat. 

“Y-yes ma’am. Of course I will.” Sunset swallowed hard.

“Where did you come from?”




****

> Wondercolt of Personality: Ch. 5
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“I’m sorry, Shining Armor, what did you just say?” Principal Cinch scowled in her throne shaped office chair.

“Uh I said…” Shining Armor paused to think about what he was repeating. Principal Cinch was one of two people in his life that made him want to choose his words carefully. “Principal Celestia is doing well and she sends her regards-”

Cinch cut into Shining as he was talking.

“No, no, no, before that. You said you met a new student outside the office. What did you say her name was?” Cinch leaned over her mahogany desk with her fingers crossed in front of her face. The dim lighting in her office cast a shadow over her narrowed gaze.

“Oh you mean Sunset Shimmer?” Shining Armor perked up at the re-mentioning of her name. “Why? Does that name sound familiar?”

Cinch pursed her lips as the grip in her folded fingers tightened. 

“No.” Her cold tone shook the room for a moment. “And that’s the problem. I make it my business to know every single incoming freshman that attends her school.”

“I see.” Shining said, pretending to follow along with her logic. “And that’s a bad thing, right?”

Cinch grunted at him, but chose not to chide him before continuing.

“Yes, it’s a bad thing because Celestia is hiding new recruits from me.” Cinch tapped the tips of her fingers as she spoke. “Perhaps she is more cunning than I gave her credit for. If she hid this Sunset Shimmer from me, then she must be an exceptional talent that she’s saving for the Friendship Games.”

Shining Armor shifted his feet and looked at the floor. He hoped that he hadn’t caused any trouble for Sunset, whom he’d just met.

“What was your impression of her?” Cinch asked Shining.

“I mean…” He began. “I only bumped into her for a minute. I couldn’t tell you too much about her. She seemed nice though.” Shining smiled nervously hoping to lighten the mood. He glanced over at the bookshelves on the side of the office wall. Her office was big enough that it could have been a classroom. Although, it would be difficult to focus in such a dimly lit room. Shining Armor sometimes wondered how she worked in such low lighting. The limited light that shone through the windows gave Cinch's office a haunted feeling, and the air was stale and smelled like prunes. 

“I don’t care if she’s ‘nice.’” Cinch scoffed. “I want to know what she’s capable of.”

Shining Armor just shrugged. He worried that Cinch would scold him for not having a good enough answer for her. To his immense surprise, Cinch smiled. Her smile showed just one too many teeth in a way that Shining found unsettling. 

“Thank you, Shining Armor.” Her voice was saccharin and exaggerated. Nothing like the way she normally spoke. “That will be all. You’re dismissed.” She held her forced smile.

Shining nodded, just barely moving his neck, as he slowly turned and walked to the office door. Her office was like a long corridor and the path to the exit felt like a prisoner’s march. He heard the principal pick up her office phone and dial. 

“Superintendent Harshwhinny!” Cinch’s voice was still cheery. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.” There was a pause as the other voice on the line said something. “Yes well the reason I’m calling is that I’d like to report a potential zoning violation committed by Principal Celestia.”

Shining Armor could hear the toothy grin in his principal’s voice as he stepped out of the office and closed the door behind him. He walked down Crystal Prep High School’s emerald halls, passing the turquoise colored lockers as he rounded corner after corner. The school was empty except for himself and Principal Cinch. At least he thought it was until he turned a corner and stood next to one of the side doors leading to the outside of this wing. 

He saw a beautiful young woman with violet and rose colored hair with pale gold streaks running long down past the middle of her back. She wore a marine colored dress coat with a badge next to her lapel that indicated she was a professor here at Crystal Prep. She smiled knowingly at him, her sky blue eyeliner making her violet eyes dance.

“Hey babe!” Shining practically shouted, smiling from ear to ear. Before she could say anything, he took her into his arms. His right hand landed on the small of her back and his left gently caressed the back of her pastel hair. He kissed her passionately in the campus hallway with the familiar taste of her lavender lip gloss touching his tongue. 

“Shiny!” She jumped in surprise, trembling in his firm grasp. She pulled her lips away from his mouth but let her hip press against his waist. “Not here! Someone might see us” She placed her hands on the wings of his back muscles, embracing him back at a cautious distance.

“Oh come on.” He said with a tinge of disappointment. “School got out long ago, there’s no one here to see us.”

“Cinch is here.” The young woman darted her eyes down the hallway Shining Armor came from. “And someone else may have lingered, or come back for something. It’s too risky.”

“Cinch is stuck on a phone call in her office.” Shining shook his head. “She has no idea what’s going on. And if someone comes back around, we’ll hear them.”

“Oh honey.” She caressed a messy tuft of his blue hair by his ear. “You really think Principal Cinch doesn’t know about us?” She pet his shoulder like he was a dog.

“No way.” He scoffed. “How could she? She’s never said anything and she’s a stickler for the rules. You know that.”

“Cinch makes it her business to know everything about everyone.” Her voice dropped to a serious tone. “She lets us get away with it because we’re discrete about it. Usually.” She raised her eyebrow into an accusatory stare. 

“Oh…” Shining Armor paused with a thousand yard stare on his face. “So she already does know?” The trembling in his voice made the young lady laugh. 

“Well I guess it’s too late now, anyway.” She said. Before he could reply she pulled him by the back of his head and brought his lips onto hers again. His cardigan smelled like wooded amber and she felt his muscular figure press against the soft curve of her waist. After a few long seconds, she finally pulled away from him. His eyes were glossed over, stuck in a dream.

“You’re such an idiot.” She giggled and shook her head. 

“Only for you.” 

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It doesn’t have to. I’m an idiot.” He went in to steal one more kiss, but she withdrew from him entirely. 

“Just make sure to have more discretion from now on.” She straightened out her skirt and re-adjusted her jacket buttons. “Even if you think no one is around, no more PDA on campus, got it?” She pointed her finger at him, her teaching voice slipping into her speech. 

“Yes, Professor Cadance.” This side of his mouth curled up into a grin. 

“It’s so weird when you call me that.” Cadence folded her arms in front of her chest. 

“What should I call you?”

“How about ‘Miss Cadance?’” She suggested with a nod.

“Do you mean on campus or in the bedroom?” His devious grin widened. 

Candance’s jaw dropped.

“You’re incorrigible!” She shoved her student’s shoulder in a very unprofessional manner. Shining Armor cackled at his own joke. 





****




Celestia was halfway out her office door when the phone on her desk rang. She had already turned off the lights and the rest of the administration staff had gone home for the evening. She wanted to ignore it and keep walking. Her herbal tea and easy chair were waiting for her at her house and it had already been a long day. However, an ominous feeling in her gut had her turning back around and sitting in her office seat for just a little bit longer. 

“Principal Celestia’s office, Celestia speaking.” She didn’t bother turning the lights back on and chose to sit alone in the dark. “How can I help you?” 

“I’ve caught you, Celestia.” A familiar and shrill voice said over the receiver. 

“Principal Cinch.” Celestia’s voice and posture slumped. “A pleasure as always.”

“You can’t wiggle your way out of this one. I know your secret.”

“And which secret is that? According to you I seem to have so many of them I sometimes lose track.” Celestia held her hand over the receiver as she sighed deeply. Maybe her tea would need to be bourbon this evening. 

“Hmmph.” Cinch scoffed. “I doubt you'll be so flippant about this matter tomorrow. I’ve already spoken to Superintendent Harshwhinny and she is demanding answers as well.”

Celestia’s chair squeaked rather loudly in the quiet and empty office as she leaned back so far she was reclining. 

“Are you going to tell me what the issue is or do I have to guess?” Celestia tapped her fingers against her desk with her free hand. 

“You can play coy all you want, but we both know I’m referring to Sunset Shimmer.”

Celestia stopped tapping and sat straight up in her chair again. 

“Sunset Shimmer?” Celestia sounded confused. “What about her?”

“There are no records of her on file. No address, no previous schools, no record of her moving into the district. It’s as if you’ve admitted a ghost to your school.” Cinch’s accusatory tone made Celestia feel the sweat build up on the collar of her blouse. 

“I-I can explain.” Celestia paused for a moment trying to find a good excuse. “You see, Sunset…” Principal Cinch interrupted her.

“Save the explanation for tomorrow. Once it’s revealed that you’ve hidden records to poach incoming talent from your rival school…” Cinch’s awful smile came through the phone receiver. “Well, we may not need to wait for the results of the Friendship Games, if you catch my drift.”

Celestia stayed silent, staring blankly at the back wall of her office. There was a motivational poster of a cat dangling desperately from a clothesline. Celestia felt as if she was that cat.

“And speaking of the Friendship Games.” Cinch continued. “Not only will your top secret ringer of a student be ineligible to compete, but I will personally see that she is expelled from Canterlot High School.”

“Expelled? First of all, You have no authority to do such a thing. Second, that’s not fair to do to the student!” Celestia slammed her fist on the desk. The thud rang in her ears in the quiet after hours of the administration office. “Third, you would punish one of my students just to get back at me?” Celestia’s eyebrows furrowed and her nostrils flared. 

“Please don’t misunderstand, Celestia.” Cinch sounded like she was enjoying herself. “Expelled is such a harsh word. I don’t intend to keep her expelled permanently from an education. She’ll have every opportunity afforded to her to make the right decision on her continued education - wherever that may be.”

Celestia ground her teeth together. Cinch would ‘expel’ Sunset just to hurt Celestia’s performance numbers. The woman was out for blood.

Cinch droned on, “Since you broke the zoning regulations, then that means I would have the right to scout Sunset Shimmer for Crystal Prep. And I’m more than happy to accommodate her. After all, if you went through such lengths to hide her from me, she must be an extraordinary talent. I’m sure my investment will pay off quite well.” 

Celestia wanted to argue back. She wanted to give Cinch a piece of her mind, but she remained quiet. A single question was ringing too loudly in her mind to say anything out loud. 

Where did Sunset Shimmer come from?

She never questioned this young woman who showed up on her campus. She had just entered her name into the system and given her a schedule. Was she really that distracted? Was she this sloppy in the way she ran her school? Something about Sunset just seemed right to her. As if she was meant to be here all along. There was a familiarity to her that she couldn’t put her finger on or even acknowledge consciously until this moment. However, she didn’t know anything about Sunset. She could have been a criminal or a thief. She could be a full grown adult posing as a High School student.

“Poaching is against the rules.” Cinch continued, snapping Celestia back out of her thoughts. “Sniping talent from a competing magnet school in the same district is a serious offense, Celestia.”

“I suppose you would know all about that, Cinch.” Celestia fired back.

“Are you accusing me of something?” 

“I don’t have to. We both know what you did.”

A long and awkward pause persisted between them.

“Well I’d never.” Cinch finally broke the silence to complain. “No matter. Miss Harshwhinny and I will both be in your office tomorrow morning to meet with you and Miss Shimmer.”

“I’ll have the full explanation ready for you both.” Celestia said confidently, yet she had no clue what the full story even was.

“It had better be the truth.” Cinch said.

“Goodnight.” Celestia replied, hanging up the phone before Cinch could say anything else infuriating. She stared long and hard at her office phone before booting up her desk computer. She looked up Sunset Shimmer online, but couldn’t find any local records on her at all. It was like she really was a ghost. She looked over at the poor cat dangling in her poster once again.

“Hang in there baby.” She said as she picked up her phone to make another call.




****




Sunset glared horrified at the phone in her hand. She had been caught again. There truly was nothing she could keep secret from Celestia, in any dimension whatsoever. 

“Wh-where do I come from?” Sunset sheepishly repeated. 

“Yes, Sunset.” Celestia said solemnly. “I’m sorry if it’s a difficult subject to broach, but it is of the utmost importance that you tell me everything.”

“Why? Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?” Sunset was reminded of Princess Celestia catching her by the mirror portal. Was something like that about to happen all over again?

“It depends on what you tell me right now.” Celestia’s voice was kind and motherly, yet there was no wiggle room in her tone. 

“You’re not going to believe me.” Sunset looked over at Flash, the cute musician she had been crushing on all these weeks at school. Could she let him know the truth? Should she run out of the room again and talk to Celestia in private? Should she just take off and keep running forever?

She couldn’t tell them the truth. They would think she’s crazy. They’d put her in a mental hospital. Then she’d really be stuck here forever with no way of getting home. Stuck in a world that had no magic in it whatsoever. The humans here would never be open to believing in magical unicorns and portals to other dimensions. She would lose them. Or they would avoid her thinking she was nuts. Flash would take back his offer to date her.

“Why wouldn’t I believe you?” Celestia asked. 

“Because…” Sunset gazed into Flash’s eyes. His face looked concerned, but he just smiled at her. He was so kind and wholesome. He always supported her and never judged her for anything. The thought of him looking at her as if she was insane, a pariah, made her stomach turn. 

“Because the explanation is so fantastical that you’re going to think I’m lying.” Sunset admitted. She felt her head getting dizzy. Her mind was swimming in turmoil. 

“Miss Shimmer.” Celestia’s warm and calming tone filled her ear. The oldest and most comforting voice she could remember. “Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve been nothing but diligent, studious, kind, motivated, and forthright. I want to help you, but in order to do that, I need you to tell me everything. Whatever explanation you may have, I’m prepared to accept it.”

Flash nodded in agreement. Celestia’s voice was coming through crystal clear in the small dorm room. What did Celestia need to help her with? Something must have happened for this to suddenly come up. 

“Please.” Sunset covered her mouth with her free hand. “Promise you won’t hate me when I tell you the truth.”

“Hate you?” Celestia sounded surprised. “That’s quite extreme, Miss Shimmer. Why on earth would I hate…” Sunset interrupted her.

“Please just promise me!” Sunset was on the verge of tears. Celestia hesitated only for a moment.

“Alright. I promise.” Celestia’s gentle promise wrapped around Sunset’s heart like a warm blanket on a cold night. “Whatever you’re about to tell me. You’re still the Sunset Shimmer we’ve come to know and love here at Canterlot High.”

Sunset breathed deeply. As she exhaled, she felt the poisonous thoughts that plagued her mind seep out of her body. 

“I come from a place called ‘Equestria.’”

She told them.

She told them everything. The portal, the dimensions, Princess Celestia, her mom, magical unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies, she spilled it all. As she explained she kept looking at Flash Sentry. Searching for any signs of fear, regret, or judgment. But he was unreadable. He kept that same attentive expression that he had while she was tutoring him. As if this was just more new information he needed to retain and not a completely insane rambling from an insane person. Even though she had lived it and knew everything was true, she had been in this dimension long enough to know how absurd it must have sounded. 

“I see.” Celestia said when Sunset finally finished explaining. “And you promise that everything you just told me is the truth?”

“Y-yes ma’am. I promise.” Sunset felt as if she had just certified herself as a resident lunatic.

“Very well.” Celestia stated way too casually. “I’ll need you to come to my office first thing tomorrow morning.”

Sunset panicked. This was it. She was going to be ambushed and questioned and taken away somewhere to be studied. Everything was crashing down around her. 

“A-am I in trouble?” Sunset asked. She reeled in surprise when Flash put his hand on top of hers unexpectedly. He smiled at her. The same way that he always smiled at her. Even if he thought her story was impossible, he could still look at her like that.

“No Miss Shimmer, you’re not in trouble.” Celestia reassured her. “However, I may be.”

“What?” Sunset was thoroughly confused. “In trouble for what?”

“I’ll explain in the morning, it’s complicated.” Celestia sighed over the phone in front of her students. “However, Superintendent Harshywhinny will be there to discuss your future at Canterlot High.”

“My future?” Sunset started to worry again. “What does that mean? What’s going to happen to me?”

“I’ll take care of everything. I will sort this out, I promise.” Celestia sounded hopeful and pleasant. “I’ll see you first thing in the morning, is that understood?”

“Yes m-” Sunset caught herself just in time. Her face turned bright red. “Yes ma’am.”

“Thank you for being truthful with me. And tell Flash Sentry thank you for letting us use his phone.” 

“You’re welcome.” Flash hollered over the line just before the call disconnected. He was still holding Sunset’s hand in his. He looked at her and shrugged. His goofy sideways smile was as playful as ever.

“Do you believe me?” Sunset squeezed his hand as she gazed back at him. His answer would mean everything to her. 

“Yeah.” He said, nodding. “Yeah, I think I do.”

“Why do you believe me?” Sunset couldn’t hold it any more. She wasn’t sobbing out loud but tears rolled down her cheeks and she could do nothing to stop them. “How can you believe me?”

“I know that everything you said is wild. Like, super wild.” He brought his other hand on top of hers and clutched her palm to his chest. Sunset felt as if she could barely breathe. “But I know you wouldn’t lie to me.” 

Before more tears could well up, Sunset thrust herself forward and wrapped Flash up in her arms. She hugged him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you.” She said softly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She kept repeating over and over again. He hugged her back, gently rubbing the top of her auburn and red haired head. Everytime Sunset tried to think of something else to say, she failed and just repeated, “Thank you.” Again and again.





****




Sunset sat in the familiar front office of the school that had become her home. However, she had never felt this alien since when she first arrived. Principal Cinch, that’s who she was told this person was, towered over her as she sat in a modest plastic and metal framed school chair. The woman wore a deep blue dress jacket with an over starched teal blouse underneath. The lapels of her jacket stuck out with sharp edges, looking as hard as diamonds. Her half cut red wire framed glasses were also edged and sitting low on the bridge of her nose. So much of this woman’s outfit looked like it could cut Sunset if she got too close. Unfortunately, Principal Cinch seemed to insist on standing far too close to Sunset, staring directly into her eyes. Almost looking through her.  

“Well young lady,” Cinch scowled as she spoke. “What do you have to say for yourself?” 

Sunset’s eyes darted over to the other person in the room. Superintendent Harshwhinny was at least someone Sunset had seen before, but never spoken directly to. She sat in Celestia’s office chair and also held a stern look on her face. After eavesdropping on Celestia’s conversation with the superintendent, she at least knew this woman was somewhat reasonable. She had no such impression of the magenta haired ghoul who invaded her space. 

“I um… well you see…” Sunset began and Cinch leaned even closer to her. She bent at the waist and now her face was just inches from Sunset’s. “It’s a bit of a long story.”

What on earth could she possibly say?

“I simply asked where you moved here from. How complicated could it be?” Cinch’s expression somehow darkened even more. “Unless you’re trying to hide something.”

Sunset strained her neck trying to move her head as far away from Cinch as she could. 

“Miss Shimmer.” Harshwhinny cleared her throat. “If it’s a long story, we have plenty of time to listen and hear you out. I assure you I am much more concerned with Principal Celestia’s actions than yours at the moment.”

At the moment? Did that mean Sunset would still be in trouble later? This grumpy duo was playing “good cop, bad cop” with her and the good cop wasn’t very good at being good. Where was Principal Celestia? She was supposed to be here with Sunset. She was supposed to take care of everything. Now Sunset was being forced to spill the beans all over again, and she was certain she wouldn’t get lucky with the two of them like she did with Celestia and Flash. She couldn’t tell them the truth, but she didn’t have a story to make up either. She could claim a random city that she was from, she was familiar enough with the geography of the human world at this point to do so. But then they would just look her up in that city and see that she was lying. 

“Well get on with it.” Cinch folded her arms and tapped her foot. “What’s this long complicated story you have for us?”

She was trapped. There was no choice except to come clean and hope for the best. Maybe her padded cell would be comfortable at least. 

“Ok.” Sunset looked down at the floor, defeated. All she wanted to do was carve out a slice of life for herself somewhere, and she couldn’t even have that. 

“I come from a place called…” Sunset jumped in her chair when the office door swung open. Principal Celestia stood in the doorway with a dossier in her hand and a fierce expression on her face. She glared long and hard at Cinch who was more than happy to return her own disdainful look. At least nobody was looking at Sunset like that for once.

“I’m sorry for keeping you all waiting.” Celestia's voice and mood shifted wildly. She smiled pleasantly as she strode into the room. “Miss Harshwhinny, I think you’ll find all the requisite files and documents here.” Celestia approached Harshwhinny, still sitting in her chair, and handed over the dossier. 

“You had better have a good explanation for this, Celestia. Poaching students is a zone violation…” Cinch began but Celestia broke in with a bombshell. 

“Sunset Shimmer is my niece.” Celestia declared to the collective shock of the entire room. Especially for Sunset. “I’m sorry that I hid her from the records and scouting reports, it’s just that I promised my sister Luna that I would take care of her daughter from overseas. She moved into the country just this summer and we both wanted her to be around family as much as possible to acclimate. I worried that being scooped up by Crystal Prep would be unfair and too much for her to handle all at once in a new place. I take full responsibility for my actions and I insist that my niece be permitted to stay at Canterlot High School.”

“You’re niece?” Cinch looked over Sunset up and down, trying to discern the family resemblance. “E-even so. That doesn’t excuse all of the district regulations you have broken so blatantly. Poaching is a very serious…” Harshwhinny interrupted Cinch.

“Principal Cinch.” She said in a scolding manner. “You complain about poaching to me yet every school year, without fail, you have four to five ‘exceptions…’” She made air quotes with her hands. “That are approved by the school board for you to enroll students who would otherwise have been zoned for Canterlot High. Do you really think I don’t know what’s going on there?”

The Superintendent stared long and hard at Cinch. 

“Celestia can have her niece.” Harshwhinny declared.

“I object!” Cinch balled her fist. “I insist you enforce the rules in this sit…” She was interrupted again.

“This matter is closed.” Harshwhinny turned suddenly to Celestia, her expression was not any kinder than a moment ago. “Celestia, if you wanted your niece to attend your school so badly, you should have come to me. I would have made sure your exception got approved by the school board.”

“You’re right, Miss Harshwhinny, I acted impulsively and for that I sincerely apologize.” Celestia bowed her head to the Superintendent. 

“Indeed.” Harshwhinny simply nodded her head. “Please keep in mind that next time there will be no amnesty for this type of situation. The rules are in place for a reason. We want to ensure healthy and fair competition between our two prestigious magnet schools. Expect me to take much harsher action in the future. That goes for both of you.” Harshwhinny looked back and forth between the two principals.

“Very well.” Cinch grunted and turned to walk out the door. She closed it behind her with a swift pull. As the sound of Celestia’s office door slamming shut subsided, Harshwhinny turned to Sunset. Who was still sitting timidly in her seat. She had a look of bewildered relief on her face.

“Miss Shimmer, you may continue your studies here at Canterlot High School.” She stood up from Celestia’s desk and calmly walked over to the door.

“We’re expecting great things from you, or so I’m told.” Harshwhinny raised her eyebrow at Sunset as she opened the door again. “Good day to you both.” She said and left the office. 

Sunset remained motionless as Celestia strolled agonizingly slow towards her desk. The principal sat down in her own desk chair, reclaiming her throne. She was so professional that it looked regal to Sunset. As if she was sitting in her throne room, looking out at her subject. She studied Sunset with a neutral expression. 

“Why did you do that?” Sunset’s bottom lip quivered as she spoke.

“Should I not have?” Celestia raised an eyebrow. “You don’t wish to be in my family?” She smiled and Sunset’s heart skipped a beat.

“Well… that is… I mean… I didn’t mean…” Sunset stammered until Celestia mercifully jumped in.

“I’m just teasing you Sunset.” Celestia waved off her panicking. “I did that because it was the only explanation they would have accepted.” She leaned back in her chair, a gesture she normally didn’t exhibit in front of her students. Comfort was unprofessional, or so it seemed.

“Do you…” Sunset began but was afraid to continue. “Do you believe me?” She looked at Celestia. Different body, but the same eyes that raised her, had now claimed her as her own family. Even if it was just to ward off the school district, she had still protected her. 

Celestia put her palms together in a praying manner and rested them in front of her lips. 

“I’ve been a high school principal for many years, Sunset. I can tell when a student is lying to me. And I can tell when a student is confessing a truth that they are too embarrassed to admit. I am certain that you are the latter.” Celestia took in a deep breath.

“But isn’t it too crazy?” Sunset looked down at her hands. Her whole life they had been hooves. She was able to cast magic spells. After spending only weeks in the human world, all of her magical past life seemed too impossible even for her. It was as if she had lived a long intense dream and only woke up when she came through the portal.

“It’s certainly fantastical.” Celestia nodded and Sunset’s throat dropped into her stomach. “Which leads me to two distinct possibilities. One: you have vivid delusions that you have mistaken for reality.”

Sunset’s heart skipped a beat, waiting for the hammer to drop on her again.

“Or two: It’s all real.” Celestia finished.

Sunset’s jaw dropped. She was stunned.

“It’s as simple as that?” Sunset could barely believe it. 

“It’s as simple as that.” Celesta repeated. “In either case, you are in need of help and guidance. I believe that we can provide that here at Canterlot High. You’re a Wondercolt through and through, Sunset. And I’m proud to have you as my student.”

Sunset smiled in a way she hadn’t been able to since this whole fiasco started last night. 

“Besides.” Celestia grinned back at Sunset. “How am I gonna kick Cinch’s butt without your incredible mind?”

Sunset blushed and shrugged her shoulders. She laughed nervously along with Celestia who had a way of both disarming and reassuring her. 

“Although I am curious.” Celestia thought to herself for a moment. “Is there a way you can prove your story is true? If so, I’d love to see it.”

Sunset thought for a moment before snapping her fingers in excitement. Another human hand trick she had picked up on. 

“Yes, I think I can!” She shouted with great joy. “It’s in my locker, I can go get it. If that’s ok.” 

“By all means, if it’s really that easy.” Celestia nodded in amusement. 

“I’ll be right back.” Sunset leaped out of her chair and darted out of the office and down the hallway towards her locker. Celestia giggled to herself at the young lady’s enthusiasm. The energy of youth could be reinvigorating at times. She wondered if she was doing the right thing. Any sane person would consider Sunset insane based on what she claimed to be. Where she claimed to be from. Her read on Sunset hadn’t changed. Celestia believed that Sunset believed what she had told her. It seemed like a great risk to take, but she had learned over the years to trust her intuition when it came to her student’s behavior.

She waited patiently for a moment or two until Sunset came rushing back, still filled to the brim with energy. She sat down and placed a brown hardback book in front of Celestia. It had the marking of a bi-colored sun on it that Sunset also wore on her clothes. 

“Is this a book from your world?” Celestia asked, staring intently at the coincidence of the design. Would Sunset have gone through the trouble of printing a fake book for a ruse? 

“Yes.” Sunset opened up the book to the middle, revealing two blank pages. “This is the only magic that I’ve seen work on this side of the portal. This book has a direct line to Princess Celestia in Equestria.”

“Ah yes, the other Celestia.” Principal Celestia grinned but then looked serious. “The one who raised you as her daughter. You must miss her.” 

Sunset’s heart ached at the thought. Plus it was super surreal to hear Celestia talking about Celestia. 

“Yeah…” Sunset’s expression dropped. “I do.” Sunset shook her head quickly, trying to remove the sadness from her mind. “Anyway, whatever I write in here, It will be sent directly to her copy of the book.”

Sunset pulled a pen out of her pocket but paused with the tip right on top of the page. 

“Unfortunately, I left on such bad terms, I haven’t been able to come up with anything to say to her. My mind is either blank or it just sounds stupid and banal.” Sunset stared frozen at the blank page. 

“I’m sure she misses you terribly as well.” Celestia folded her hands in front of her on the desk. 

“But does she?” Sunset’s hand started to shake. “I lied to her and I attacked her. She banished me. She said I wasn’t her daughter. She never wants to see me again.” Sunset could feel the tears welling up in her eyes again. She hated it. She was sick of crying all the time. She just wanted the pain to go away so she could move on with her life. So she fought off the tears.

“If this Celestia is anything like me at all,” Sunset felt Celestia’s hand rest on top of hers. She looked up at her Principal’s warm smile. “She’s already forgiven you. And she regrets denying that she’s your mother.”

Sunset wanted to jump over the desk and embrace Celestia, like she did with Flash. She wanted to cry in her arms and call her mom, but she couldn’t. Not here, not now, not this Celestia. She was overjoyed to hear these words said in Celestia’s voice, but it wouldn’t be real until she heard it from her Celestia.

Her real mom.

“So the way it works.” Sunset tried to move on, her voice nearly choked up. “Once I write a message, the words will disappear off of my page and appear on hers. I would write something to demonstrate but… like I said, I can’t think of anything.”

“May I write something?” 

“I…” Sunset was thrown off guard. “Y-yeah I suppose so.” She slid the book over to Celestia and laid down her pen. Celestia turned the book to face her and picked up Sunset’s pen.

“Wait!” Sunset held out her hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“Use your pen.” Sunset suggested and Celestia raised an eyebrow. “I could have gone to some kind of hobby or joke store and bought a pen with ink that disappears. But there’s no such thing as disappearing paper.”

Celestia laughed.

“How very clever and thorough of you.” She pulled open her desk drawer and found another ball point pen. She spoke out loud as she wrote.

“Nice weather we’re having here. How is Equestria?” She finished and they both waited. After a few eternal seconds, the words on the page vanished leaving it blank once more. Celestia gasped at the sight.

“For the record.” Sunset held up her finger. “In Equestria, pegasi control the weather with their magic by manipulating the clouds. So the weather is probably pretty good over there unless rain was scheduled today.”

Celestia burst out laughing. She knocked her head back while leaning her seat back as far as it would go. She laughed so long and hard, Sunset worried her principal was losing her mind. Finally, fanning herself to not overheat, Celestia regained control of herself and looked at Sunset.

“Well I certainly don’t have an explanation for what just happened. I suppose I have no choice but to fully believe you.” Celestia shook her head, still bewildered. “This other Celestia, she’s the Queen…” Sunset cut in for a moment.

“Princess.”

“Princess.” Celestia corrected herself. “Of a magical pony world. That must be a great responsibility. But also a great honor.” Celestia looked at the ceiling almost in a dream.

“It certainly is.” Sunset nodded, not sure what else to add. There was so much she could say about Princess Celestia and the world she came from. 

“Well Miss Shimmer, I think I’ve taken up enough of your class time this morning.”

This morning felt like a dream to Sunset. She had an emotional whiplash going from complete despair to immense relief. She may have a hard time focusing on her classes for once. She closed and picked up her magical book. As she stood up to leave, Celestia said,

“Welcome home, Sunset Shimmer.” Principal Celestia’s warm smile was just like her mother’s back in Equestria

That was it. Sunset was definitely going to cry. Not right now. She would hold on to it the whole day. However, as soon as she was alone, she planned to let the waterworks flow. 

“Thanks mom…” Sunset stopped abruptly, her face turning bright red like her hair. “I mean, oh dang.” She rubbed the back of her head.

Celestia snapped her fingers and pointed at Sunset. “You’ve done that before, haven’t you?”

Sunset meekly nodded, fully embarrassed. 

“It’s all making sense now.” Celestia nodded before continuing. “How about Auntie Celestia instead? Got to keep the story straight after all.” She winked at Sunset.

Sunset giggled involuntarily. “I’ll try to stick to ‘principal.’” She rushed over to the office door. “Thank you again, thank you for everything.” 

“You’re very welcome.’ Celestia’s smile beamed as Sunset exited out the door to continue her school day. Once the door was closed Celestia’s eyes went wide with realization.

“Oh my God, it’s all real.” She stared blankly at the cat hanging on a clothesline on her wall. “Magic is real.”

She was going to need more bourbon. 




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> Wondercolt of Personality: Ch. 6
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

A noisy buzzer went off in the Home Ec kitchenette in Canterlot High School. The shrill bell rang in Sunset’s ears.

“That’s the second layer.” Derpy said, fully concentrated on the strawberries and piping bag in each of her hands. “Can you get that, Sunset?”

“I got it!” Sunset snapped on the oven mitts and yanked the oven door open. Unfortunately, she moved her face too close to the open door too fast. She felt a rush of heat all over her face, forcing her to close her eyes and back away.

“Ack, I keep doing that!” Sunset complained. As soon as she collected herself, she leaned her head back and cautiously pulled out the tin container holding the second layer of chocolate cake. She carried it over to the island table and set it on the pot holder. “What do I do now, Derpy?”

“Toothpick test.” She said simply as she glazed the bottom layer of cake in strawberry frosting.

“Right.” Sunset took a second to find the toothpicks on the counter. There were so many tools and ingredients spread all over the place in a creative chaotic mess. She poked the steaming hot cake with the toothpick. When she pulled it out she brought it up to her face so she could thoroughly inspect it. 

“It’s clean.” Sunset smiled, glad that the baking portion was finally done. 

“Excellent, bring it over here.” Derpy’s movements were slow and deliberate, like a painter taking her time to make just the right strokes. 

Sunset brought the adjustable cake pan over to Derpy’s section of the counter. She snapped the latch on it, releasing the outer wall of the pan. Sunset carefully pulled the pan away leaving the perfectly round cake sitting warm and calm on the counter. Sunset took off her mitts and tossed them back over to the island. One of them landed on the counter and the other dropped to the floor. 

“Now what?” Sunset asked, tapping her feet and fingers together. 

Derpy handed her a thin, flexible baking pan. “Gotta cool it off, otherwise the icing will melt. Start fanning.” She made the gesture with her hand and Sunset mimicked it with the pan sending rushes of cool air across the cake.

“Let me finish whipping the frosting and I’ll help.”

For the next ten minutes, Sunset fanned the cake like she was worshiping it. 

Derby brushed up against her shoulder, giving the cake’s surface a soft touch with her finger. 

“Good enough. I got it from here.” Derpy said curt, once more. Sunset knew she wasn’t being rude or in a bad mood. She was just concentrating so hard on the task in front of her. 

“Ugh, but I wanna help. I need more practice.” Sunset pouted her lips.

“Did you pack the flour?” Derpy asked.

“No, I fluffed and scraped off the top.” Sunset responded with the precision of a military operation. “The measurements were exact. I even weighed them.”

“Did you add the baking powder?”

“Yes.”

“Did you overmix when you combined the wet ingredients?”

“No, I folded until just mixed as ordered.” Sunset literally saluted Derpy, emphasizing her obedience. 

“Did you sear the puree glaze?” Derpy narrowed her eyes as she gently placed the second layer of cake on top of the first.

“No, I used the double boiler to gently heat.” Sunset nodded, proud of herself.

“Well then it sounds like you did a great job.” Derpy turned to smile warmly at Sunset. The blond haired freshmen wore a green apron that was covered in flour and chocolate stains. Sunset looked down and saw that her own red apron looked the same. 

Once Derpy finished covering the cake in bright pink strawberry frosting, she began placing the full strawberries in a ring around the top of the cake. She smiled and handed Sunset half of the strawberries. Both girls took care to space them equally, the vibrant red bouncing off the fluorescent lighting in the Home Ec classroom. Just as Sunset finished placing her last strawberry, she heard Celestia call out,

“Time!”

Both girls sighed and relaxed their shoulders. Derpy carefully inspected the finished creation in front of them. The pink frosting looked soft and inviting. The bright red strawberries on top looked juicy and full of flavor. Sunset knew the chocolate inside was moist and sweet in just the right way, as she had sampled some from their first attempt. As Derpy told her: ‘Any good cook or baker always tastes as they go.’

“You have flour on your face.” Derpy pointed to Sunset’s cheek. Sunset wiped it off on her fingers and inspected it.

“I see that.” Sunset nodded as her eyes were drawn to Derpy’s head. “You have frosting in your hair.”

Derpy ran her hand through her light blond hair and found some of the strawberry buttercream. She licked the dap right off her finger and smiled.

“Mmm, still good.” She beamed at Sunset. Both girls burst into giggles as Principal Celestia walked over to their station.

“Glad to see you ladies are in good spirits.” She grinned at their youthful enthusiasm. “I hope the cake is as good as the mood.”

“I hope so too.” Derpy tugged the front of her apron, catching a bunch of her skirt in her grip as well. 

Sunset placed her hand on Derpy’s shoulder as Celestia inspected the cake. Sunset had helped speed up the process but Derpy was the mastermind behind it all. 

“Hmm it looks very pretty but…” Celestia paused and Derpy’s shoulders tensed. “The judges may be harsh on the presentation score with how simple it is.” 

“Looks aren’t my strong suit.” Derpy mumbled towards the floor.

“Well, not to worry.” Celestia picked up the cake slicer. “The taste test is where most of the points come from.” She dug into the cake, catching two strawberries in her slice. She plopped it onto a plate, showing off the dark brown chocolatey inside. The cake cut easily on her fork as the frosting hugged the side of her utensil. Celestia took a bite and her eyes instantly widened as her jaw dropped. 

“Oh my.” Celestia started fanning her face. The sweet tang of the icing contrasted onto the rich cake tingled Celestia’s mouth. Her tongue was alive with flavor as she closed her eyes.

“Miss Hooves.” Celestia was finally able to speak. “This cake is sensational. I could eat this whole thing in one sitting.” 

Derpy clapped her hands together in excitement. Her eyes danced as she relished in the approving gaze of her principal. Sunset shot Celestia a wry look.

“Ahem.” Celestia cleared her throat, catching Sunset’s mischievous glance. “Not that I would do such a thing. That would be barbaric.” 

“Of course not.” Sunset shook her head, still grinning.

“Very well done, both of you.” Celestia continued devouring her sizable slice of cake, talking around the big bites. “You should be proud.”

“It was all Derpy’s doing.” Sunset rubbed Derpy’s shoulder. “I just helped.” 

“Well I must say, we definitely want a strong showing prepared for any Home Ec events that may occur.” Celestia said. “I don’t see how we can possibly move forward without such a great baker on our team.”

“You mean…” Derpy’s face lit up, her eyes almost welling up tears. “I made the… the Friendship Game’s team?” 

“Oops.” Celestia held her fork hand over her partially full mouth. She swallowed her latest bite before continuing. “I’m not supposed to reveal results like that.” She winked at Derpy and casually strolled to the door of the Home Ec room.

“I made the team?” Derpy clutched her hands over her heart as she looked up at Sunset. 

“Well, we’ll know for sure this afternoon, but yeah, It sounds like you’re a shoe in.” Sunset stood with her fists on her hips. She grinned at Derpy who looked away as she brushed off her apron, full of flour. 

“Do you really think we can win?” Derpy folded her hands in front of her apron. 

“I…” Sunset paused her answer. Derpy needed to gain her own confidence more than just affirmation. “What do you think? Do you think we’ll win?” She asked. 

“I think…” Derpy thought long and hard about her answer. She looked up at Sunset like she wanted to speak. Her eyes lit up with belief, but her mouth wouldn’t cooperate.

“Say it outloud.” Sunset gently commanded. “Make it real for you.”

“I think we’ll win.” Derpy smiled, tapping her toes in rapid succession. 

“Then we’ll win.” Sunset grinned out of the side of her mouth. “I don’t know about you, but I’d love to go get cleaned up.” She patted her apron and a cloud of flour wafted into the air. 

“Agreed.” Derpy smiled and nodded at Sunset. “Thank you for your help, Sunset.” She reached out her hand and Sunset accepted it. The girls walked together down the hall, towards the restrooms. Their hands swinging in the momentum of their footsteps. Derpy’s feet barely touched the ground and each step felt light as a feather. 

“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win. We’re gonna…”

“Hey, watch where you’re aiming those things.” Someone said as they passed them in the hallway. Derpy’s face instantly fell and she looked at the ground. 

“Well that was rude.” Sunset brushed off the comment, leaving whoever that was behind them. In a moment they were in front of the bathrooms. However, right before they were about to stop, a young man walked briskly past Derpy. He bumped into her shoulder which caused her to reel back and be off balance for a moment.

“Excuse me.” Derpy meekly offered an apology.

“What did you say?” The boy said with a healthy dose of attitude. His green hair swooped in curvy locks that ended jagged. He wore a denim jacket that had the sleeves ripped off. His black undershirt had some sort of band logo on it. Flash would probably know the name of it. 

“I uh… I said… I mean I’m sor…” Derpy was interrupted by the punk rock boy.

“Miss me with that ‘excuse me’ crap. You were the one who got in my way.” He pointed at her and Derpy tried to shrink herself behind Sunset. 

“She didn’t mean it like that!” Sunset squeezed Derpy’s hand “she was literally apologizing for bumping into you. Which, by the way, you for sure bumped into her.” She pointed her own finger to match his.

The young man sized up Sunset for a second. He scowled but turned his attention back to the vulnerable looking Derpy Hooves. 

“Whatever, I wasn’t talking to you.” he stepped around Sunset to get in Derpy’s face. “I’m talking to you, you walleyed freak. Watch where you’re going!” 

Derpy trembled as she tried to look away.

“Hey, look at me.” He gestured to his eyes and then pointed at her again. Derpy hesitantly complied and looked at him.

“Stop it.” Sunset said, but he ignored her.

“I said look at me, not over there.” He yelled in anger, but a sinister grin twisted up the side of his mouth.

“I… I am looking at you.” Derpy said softly. 

“Really? Cause I can’t tell. It looks like you’re staring all over the place. Do you have like bug vision or something?”

“Bug vision?” Derpy looked confused. She desperately tried to will her left eye to match her right, but it just gave her a headache. 

“Stop it.” Sunset said louder. She could feel her anger rising, but she didn’t want to let it boil over. She knew how hard it was for her to calm down once she started having an episode. 

“How do you even function? There’s no way your eyes can focus if they dart around like that.” He leaned in and studied her eyes like they were some sort of science experiment. 

“What is your problem?” Sunset grabbed him by the shoulder, but he wiggled out of her grip. His face still digging into Derpy.

“I can see fine.” Derpy replied, clutching her skirt and apron for dear life.

“No way, I’ll bet you wouldn’t even be able to walk if you weren’t holding hands with your girlfriend.” He finally acknowledged Sunset.

“Hey, Derpy has more talent in her little finger than you do in your entire body.” Sunset tried not to shout. Her shoulder and chest muscles tensed as she continued. “She’s the best baker in the school and, I’ll have you know, she’s gonna be on the Friendship Games team.” Sunset cocked her hip out and placed her hands on her sides. She grinned at him with her stubborn confidence. “And if I recall, you got cut after the academic test, didn’t you?” 

“S-so what if I did?” he gritted his teeth at Sunset. “But there’s no way she’s gonna be on the team. And if she is, she'll just mess it up cause she’s probably retar-” Before he could finish, Derpy cried out and ran into the bathroom, out of sight. The sound of her sobbing following her all the way.

“Cry baby.” Were the last words he said before he was hoisted into the air and slammed against a locker. “Ahh!” He yelled as the pain of solid steel hitting him in the shoulderblades rang through his body.

“What the hell is your problem, dude?!” Sunset’s face was livid. Her cheeks were bright red and her scowl wrinkled her forehead and cheeks. She knew that getting into a fight would cause her trouble. Especially on the day of the Friendship Games roster announcement. However, her mind was so hot she could barely think straight. Every sob she heard coming from the bathroom fueled her wrath.

“Let me down!” He demanded, wriggling in her grip. “Holy crap you’re freakishly strong.” She held him up by his denim jacket with one hand on each ripped shoulder sleeve. She pushed him harder against the lockers, seemingly trying to make him go through them.

“Do you hear her crying?” Sunset’s eyes glanced over at the girl’s bathroom entrance. “Why would you say that to someone? Who do you think you are?” She stared at the young punk kid, looking for any semblance of remorse. All she got was attitude. 

“I’ll say whatever I want. You can’t stop me.” He struggled some more but Sunset’s grip held firm. She leaned in close to his face, her maniacal expression staring directly through this kid. 

“Oh yes I can stop you.” Sunset’s voice was quiet and creepy, her eyes showed violent intention as she coiled up a fist and held it up. “Listen to me, you little punk, you’re going to apologize to Derpy or I’m gonna smack you into another dimension. How does that sound?” 

His eyes went wide in fear and he knew she wasn’t lying.

“Please.” He muttered, finally showing some concern, if only for himself and the black eye she was probably about to give him. 

“Sunset Shimmer!” A familiar voice yelled from across the hall. Sunset knew that voice well. It was Celestia. She hadn’t heard her that angry since she was banished from Equestria. Sunset lost her grip and the green haired kid dropped to the ground. He barely managed to catch himself and not fall over. “What do you think you’re doing getting into fights?”

Celestia marched double time up to Sunset. Her expression was livid and wrought with disappointment. 

“He attacked Derpy.” Sunset stood her ground, trying desperately to get her anger under control. The swirls of rage flowing through her were hot and intoxicating. Once the rage started, it was itching to grow. 

“No way!” The boy objected as he brushed himself off. “I didn’t do anything. This crazy girl just went off on me.”

“Liar!” She shouted. “You know what you did, you jerk.” Her hands started drifting back over to grab him again.

“Sunset.” Celestia scolded and Sunset stopped in her tracks. “My office, right now.” She ordered. 

“Ooh sounds like you’re in trouble.” The boy grinned at Sunset.

“You’re next, young man.” Celestia pointed at him. “I expect to see you waiting outside my office. I’ll be speaking to you as well.”

“Hmmph.” He grunted, crossing his arms and walking away in the general direction of the administration office. 

Sunset winced as more quiet sobs echoed off the tile bathroom walls and out into the hallway.

“Let’s go, Miss Shimmer.” Celestia and Sunset glared at each other. Sunset didn’t want to disobey Celestia, the woman who pretended to be her aunt to keep her at this school. Kept her here with her friends. However, the sounds of Derpy’s cries were too strong.

“I’ll be there in five minutes.” 

“I said now.”

Silence echoed and then more sobbing. Celestia’s eyes glanced over at the bathroom entrance. Her gaze softening hearing Derpy’s cries.

“I have to help Derpy first.” Sunset refused to budge. Her heart wrenched in multiple directions. She didn’t want to risk losing another Celestia after getting close so soon. Celestia opened her mouth to argue but stopped.

“Please.” Sunset’s balled fists released and she looked at her open palms. She had dug temporary red calluses on her hand with her nails. “I’m sorry.” She looked at Celestia again, the anger on her face vacated. 

“I’ll see you in my office in five minutes, Miss Shimmer.” Celestia stood waiting for her student’s response.

“Yes ma’am.” Sunset bowed to Celestia. She didn’t care what looked weird or what was culturally appropriate anymore. Principal Celestia knew pretty much every secret about her at this point anyway. 

Sunset pushed open the bathroom door. She saw Derpy sitting down in front of the communal sink. She had her face buried into multiple paper towels that she was clutching. 

“Derpy, are you ok?” Sunset felt dumb for asking. She knelt down in front of the poor girl, placing her palm gently on Derpy’s shoulder. 

“You heard him. I’m hideous.” Derpy said, refusing to pull her face out of the paper towel wad. “I’m a freak.”

Sunset shook her head rapidly.

“No you’re not. You’re beautiful exactly as you are. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”

The room fell quiet except for Derpy’s gentle sobbing as she took each breath. The cold hard tile floor was sore on Sunset’s knees, but she didn’t care. 

“No I’m not, I’m…” Derpy argued but Sunset grabbed Derpy by the shoulders and pulled her into an embrace. 

“Shhh…” Sunset shushed her and Derpy went limp in her arms. She let Sunset wrap her up in a firm hug.

“What’s wrong with me?” Derpy asked, barely able to get the words out. 

“Nothing is wrong with you.” Sunset gently rocked back and forth, rubbing the back of Derpy’s head. “You are beautiful. You are worthy. You are loved.”

Sunset repeated the words.

“You are beautiful. You are worthy. You are loved.”

Sunset saw herself in her old room in Canterlot Castle back in Equestria. She was crying on her bed, a pillow pushed over her face just like Derpy and her towels. 

“You are beautiful. You are worthy. You are loved.”

Sunset looked as the image of her human self laid down in the Canterlot High library. Her tears dripping onto the carpet. Alone. Lost. 

“You are beautiful. You are worthy. You are loved.”

Sunset was back in the bathroom, holding Derpy. She lost track of how long she had been there and how many times she had repeated herself. She felt something wet run down her chin. Her own tears were flowing like a waterfall down her face. She felt a soft hand place a paper towel on her cheek. Derpy rubbed the tracks of Sunset’s tears, drying them up and down her face.

“Don’t cry, Sunset.” Derpy’s eyes were still red from her own tears. Sunset put her hand on top of Derpy’s as she wiped Sunset’s face. Derpy released her grip, letting Sunset have the towel. She took it and blew her nose with it.

“Don’t worry about me.” Sunset wadded the towel and chucked it towards the trash can. It was a clean shot that landed in the can. “Are you ok?”

Derpy nodded.

“Thank you Sunset.” She placed her hand on Sunset’s knee. Both girls were still sitting on the floor. Feeling a bit ridiculous, Sunset decided to stand up. She offered her hand to Derpy who accepted and Sunset helped her to her feet. 

“I’m sorry about this.” Derpy clutched her hands in front of her.

“Sorry about what?” Sunset looked confused.

“Well, it sounds like you got in trouble because of me. I heard Principal Celestia yelling and then you started crying too. I…” Derpy paused as Sunset grabbed her hand again.

“It’s nothing.” Sunset said. 

“It didn’t sound like nothing.”

“It was worth it for a friend.” Sunset squeezed her hand and smiled. 

“Thank you Sunset.” Derpy blushed and looked away.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” 

“It’s fine. It happens occasionally.” Derpy said, resigned. 

“Not anymore it doesn’t.” Sunset tapped her thumb against her leather jacket. “No one’s gonna talk to you like that on my watch.” 

“What about Celestia?” Derpy looked nervous.

“I’m sure she’ll understand once I explain to her what happened.”




****




“Miss Shimmer, your behavior was unacceptable.” Celestia sat up in her desk chair shaking her head at Sunset.

“But he was threatening and berating her.” Sunset threw up her hands in frustration. “He called her-” Celestia interrupted her.

“It doesn’t matter what he said, violence is not allowed in my halls. Under any circumstances.”

“Sometimes you have to fight for those who can’t stand up for themselves.” Sunset folded her arms in front of her chest and looked away. 

Celestia let out a long drawn out sigh.

“Sunset, I appreciate that you were trying to protect Miss Hooves. I really do.” She rubbed her temples with her index fingers. “But once things get violent, that’s where I draw the line. And I need you to draw that same line.”

“I…” Sunset didn’t like the idea of promising to never fight under any circumstances. What if he had gotten physical first? What if one of her friends was literally attacked? Was she supposed to just watch and beg? “I promise I won’t get violent.” Sunset looked at the floor, not believing her own promise. 

“Thank you, Sunset.” Celestia smiled and drew Sunset’s attention back to the Principal. She smiled back. “You’re suspended for one week.”

Sunset’s smile vanished.

“What?”

“You threw another student into the lockers.” Celestia scowled. “Legally that’s battery. Our anti-bullying policy requires a minimum suspension of a week.”

“He was bullying her!” Sunset’s face grew red again and her voice got louder. 

“I’m well aware of the context of the situation.” Celestia raised her voice as well. “And I believe you that he was the aggressor, at first. But those are the rules.”

“It’s not fair.” Sunset slumped back in her chair, her anger simmering under the surface of her skin. 

“You’re right, it’s not fair.” Celestia admitted to Sunset’s surprise. “But I need you to hold yourself to a higher standard. If someone insults you or your friends, I expect you to be the bigger person. Is that understood?”

“Yes ma’am.” Sunset mumbled as a terrible thought crossed her mind. “Wait, the Friendship Games are in one week!” Sunset panicked as her breaths quickened. 

“Then it sounds like you’ll be back at school just in time.” Celestia said casually.

“But how am I supposed to practice with the team?” Sunset blushed suddenly. “If you even still want me on the team.” She said much quieter. 

“Well you should have thought of that before you attacked a fellow student.”

Sunset pursed her lips.

“What punishment is he getting?” 

Celestia paused for a moment.

“A week’s worth of detention.”

“I get suspended and he gets detention?” Sunset started shouting again. 

“You got violent and he didn’t.” Celestia’s words were final. “That’s how consequences work.”

Sunset was silent for a long time. Celestia allowed her some time to process her lecture. 

“So how does the suspension work?” Sunset asked.

“You cannot be on campus for one week…” 

Sunset cut in. “But my dorm room is my only…” 

Celestia cut back in. “With the exception of your housing, if you would let me finish. I’m not going to leave you on the street, Miss Shimmer.”

“Oh… right.” Sunset looked embarrassed. “May I be dismissed?”

“Yes, you’re free to go.” Celestia nodded. “We’ll see you in one week, Miss Shimmer.”

Sunset got up to walk to the office door. 

“Get some rest, Sunset.” Celestia’s voice sounded much softer. “Clear your head. Go into town and explore. Really get out there and see what this world has to offer. Maybe this week will do you some good in that regard.” She finally smiled again.

“Thanks.” Sunset smiled back. She felt her breaking heart mend back together a little bit. She hadn’t lost this Celestia. Not yet. Never again.

Sunset stopped right as she got to the door.

“Can I please use the library at least?” Sunset begged.

“No.” Celestia said harshly before lightening up again. “There’s a big library in the city. You should go check it out.”

Sunset’s eyes lit up at the suggestion.

“Ok, I understand.” She walked out the door but immediately leaned her head back inside. “Can I still go look at the Friendship Games roster posting?”

“Yes, Sunset. The suspension starts tomorrow.” Celestia nodded.

“Oh ok.” Sunset thought for a second. “When are you going to post…”

“In the next few minutes.” Celestia answered the question before she could ask. “I realize everyone is waiting for my final cuts.”

“Yeah there’s a crowd over here.” Sunset finally left Celestia alone in her office, closing the door behind her. 




****




A crowd of students stood shoulder to shoulder in the main hall of Canterlot High. All eyes were glued to the push pin bulletin board next to the front entrance to the atrium. Atop the board was a banner that read: “Friendship Games Final Roster.” However, beneath it was an empty spot waiting for the list to be hung up. 

Sunset wiggled her way into the mess of students. The mass of bodies reminded her of Flash’s rock concert.

“Hey Sunset.” Flash called to her from just a few bodies over. Sunset waved back to him and tried to squeeze her way over to him.

“Excuse me.” She said as she tiptoed sideways past people in the crowd. Flash did the same and in a moment they were next to each other. Flash instinctively reached to grab Sunset’s hand but bailed out at the last moment and rubbed the back of his neck instead. 

“I heard you got sent to the principal’s office.” Flash said, clearing his throat. “What was that about?”

“I got suspended.” Sunset said, looking at the floor.

“What?” Flash’s jaw dropped. “Why?”

“I shoved some prick who made fun of Derpy’s eyes into the lockers and threatened to kick his butt if he made fun of her again.” Sunset bluntly admitted. 

“Oh!” Flash’s eyes went wide. He looked concerned if not a little impressed. “Who was it? Who was making fun of her?” Flash’s eyebrows furrowed. A tinge of anger sinking into his voice.

“I’m not sure.” Sunset racked her memory. “He seemed familiar, like, other than seeing him here at the school. I feel like I saw him somewhere else too.”

“What did he look like?” Flash tried to hide the fist he was balling by his side. 

“He had like green swoopy hair and a ripped jeans jacket.” 

Flash Sentry's eyes went cold. He stared so intensely it made Sunset nervous. 

“That’s Rush Riot.” Flash gritted his teeth. “My old band’s drummer.”

“Oh that’s why he looked familiar!” Sunset tapped her forehead with her palm. “I saw him at the show when I first, erm…” She watched as Flash raised an eyebrow. “Got here.”

“Gotcha.” Flash nodded knowingly. “I’m surprised you didn’t recognize him right away.”

“I’ll be honest, Flash.” Sunset's cheeks reddened just a bit. “I was mostly focused on watching you the whole concert.”

“Oh… right.” Flash grinned like a goofball, rubbing the back of his neck again. “I’m glad you think I’m… I mean… thanks for the compliment?” He shrugged his shoulders with a nervous laugh.

“Flash.” Sunset narrowed her eyes at him. “I want you to repeat after me.”

“Heh, ok sure. Don’t make me say something bad though.”

The side of Sunset’s mouth curled into a wicked grin.

“I’m Flash Sentry and I’m hot stuff.” She pointed her thumb at her jacket.

“I’m Flash Sentry and I’m… hot stuff.” He repeated hesitantly, giggling at the end. “Oh my God that sounds so cringe to say.” He glanced around and saw a few wry looks from his fellow students who heard his boasting.

“It’s not cringe ‘cause it’s true.” Sunset slipped her hand into Flash Sentry’s. Their fingers linked together. Flash smiled at her warmly with a tinge of red on his cheeks. 

“I wish I was there to get suspended right alongside of you.” Flash stared forward, past the front of the crowd, at the empty bulletin board. Celestia was walking towards the crowd causing everyone to chat with each other louder as she got closer. 

“That jerk had it coming.” Flash leaned over so that only Sunset could hear him. The increasing murmuring of the crowd helped hide their conversation. 

Sunset knew she shouldn’t encourage violent thoughts. Celestia would certainly not approve. Yet she couldn’t help but grin deviously back at Flash in agreement. The crowd parted, making way for Celestia to walk up to the board. She stuck a push pin in each corner of the list, letting the results display in front of everyone. 

“I think we have a solid team this year, everyone.” Celestia smiled as she addressed her students. “I’m looking forward to seeing all of your talent and skills on display. Now, if you didn’t make the list, it doesn’t mean that you’re not talented or special. I had to make very difficult strategic decisions that I felt gave us the best chance of winning. There are many incredible young people at this school whose names did not make the list this year. I’m so proud of you all. The final cuts I had to make hurt me at my core. I wish I could let you all show your stuff at the Games. We have so much to offer here at Canterlot High. And that’s why we're going to win!” Celestia held her fist in the air as she shouted her final sentence. The student body erupted into cheers at her moving spontaneous speech. Celestia quietly excused herself as the students rushed forward to read the list. 

Slowly, the pair got closer to the bulletin board. “I’m so nervous, I can’t look.” Flash turned his head away from Sunset, still holding her hand in his. “I know I didn’t make the team.”

“You don’t know that.” Sunset shook her head. “Heck I might have been taken off the list because of my suspension. Let’s go look together.”

Flash nodded in agreement. The duo stepped forward together to look at the final list. Many students were grunting in frustration, disappointed that they didn’t make it. The fallen stepped away one after another. As the crowd thinned, Sunset noticed that everyone from the spirit club was standing near her and Flash. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rocket to her right. She stared intently at the short list of only twelve names. Instantly she saw her name and then Flash’s as well.

“We made it!” Sunset looked gleefully at Flash who sighed, more relieved than happy. Sunset’s eyes scanned the list. Tempest, Rocket, Derpy, and Minuette were all there. The full squad was finally coming together. At this point, the crowd had dwindled so much, it was mostly just official Friendship Games team members standing in front of the list.

Mostly.

While Sunset, Tempest, and the other members of the spirit squad were high fiving and congratulating each other, Fancy Pants stood alone directly in front of the board. He stood tall with his hands in his pockets. His elegant attire and stature as pristine and refined as always. He truly was one of the finest talents Canterlot High had to offer.

But his name wasn’t on the list.

One by one the realization hit each member of the spirit squad. Their ranks went quiet until there was a deafeningly awkward silence in the grand atrium. 

“Fancy Pants…” Tempest spoke up first. She walked behind him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Fancy Pants stood tall. A soft smile curling on his lips. “You heard Principal Celestia. We’re overflowing with talent this year. It was inevitable that someone would be left out.”

“But we’ve been on the team together every year.” Tempest looked dejected, despite the fact that Fancy Pants was the one who didn’t make the list. 

“It’s not right.” Minuette shook her head. “Our Senior squad members are broken up. It’s not fair.” She walked to the other side of Fancy. Her and Tempest were now flanking him. “What is Celestia thinking?”

“Trust in the process.” Fancy Pants said directly to Minuette. “Trust in Celestia. If these are the names she chose then this is the strongest possible showing Canterlot can have. I care more about winning than participating.” His fellow seniors fell silent. They each rubbed one of his shoulders, showing their silent support and solidarity. “Besides, you’ll need at least one spirit club member to hype up the audience. I’ll have the perfect outfit for it too.” 

“We’re gonna win for you, Fancy Pants.” Sunset spoke and Fancy turned to face her. “We’ll get you that win, I promise.”

“I know.” Fancy smiled back at her. His face was smiling, but his eyes were full of sadness. Rocket nodded in agreement, but stayed silent. He was a junior himself and had seen Fancy Pant’s talents on display in the previous two Friendship Games. 

“Bring it in?” Fancy pants forced his smile wider and placed his hand out. All the members of the spirit club offered their hands as well. They were soon followed by Rocket and the rest of the Friendship Games roster. All thirteen of them stood in a group huddle.

“For Fancy Pants.” Tempest said, pumping her free fist in the air. Everyone nodded in response. “3, 2, 1…” Tempest led off.

“For Fancy Pants!” The group shouted and the sound traveled up into the school rafters echoing in the halls for a moment.




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