"Mrrrrngh." Scootaloo grabbed her head. "Who the heck is Wallflower Blush anyway?"

"Wallflower? Uh..." Apple Bloom frowned. "I... think she used to be a student here? Gardenin' club, maybe... What's the problem?"

"You know how I get visions of weird whateverhaps going on all the time? Conspiracies without context and all that?"

"Yeah?"

"Wallflower's been mentioned by, like, five or six separate secret societies. I don't even think they're aware of each other, it's just that she's 'an important pawn' in all their machinations."

"Huh." Sweetie Belle tilted her head. "Why?"

"Hell if I know," Scootaloo groused. "Maybe it's something to do with her past."

"Let's see..." Apple Bloom focused inwardly for a moment. "...hmm. That's... odd."

"What?"

"I'm lookin' fer what Wallflower did after the saturation, and all I'm gettin' is this... vague impression in other people's lives. Like, I can see her clearest with her family, and she's sorta there in the background for most o' school... I'm not one t' violate privacy, but I'd've thought I'd have gotten more with this."

"Well, if the past can't be trusted," Sweetie replied, "perhaps a glimpse of the future might be useful. If she's involved in so many conspiracies, she's got to be im... portant..."

A frown crossed her face.

"...what is it?" Scootaloo asked.

"Right, so, you know how the future is always in flux?" Sweetie bit her lip. "There are different... sources of flux. Like the further ahead I look, the vaguer everything is, that's just standard, but with crazier people like Pinkie or Discord it's more vague, and with powerful people like the president it's less vague. Thing is, I've never seen anyone with a future quite so hazy as Wallflower's." She frowned. "Heck, the only reason I know it's Wallflower is because I set myself to look at her, I can't even see her in this storm of possibility."

There was a pause.

"Summin' up. Can't see her past, attention of lots o' conspiracies in the present, and no damn clue 'bout her future." Apple Bloom nodded firmly. "Yeah, we need t' bring this up t' Sunset ASAP."

"Very well, let me summon the most powerful being in our universe." Scootaloo leaned away from the table and cupped her hands around her mouth. "OI! SUNSET! GET OVER HERE!"

"Yeah, yeah." Sunset got up, somehow making a show of casually walking across the cafeteria like an ordinary student. "What's up, girls?"

"Wallflower Blush," Apple Bloom said flatly. "None of us can get any sorta read on her. Which, given what we do, kind of a warnin' sign."

Sunset cupped her chin. "Wallflower Blush... hmm. Noooot sure I've heard of her—"

"That's sorta the whole problem."

"Alright, give me a minute." Sunset shut her eyes, glimmers of light pouring from the crack between her eyelids.

Seven minutes later, the girls were still staring at her.

"Uh..." Scootaloo glanced at the clock. "Is this going to take much longer? Lunch is over in a few minutes."

"Hold, hold on, I think.... Aha, that's it! Oh. Oh wow, that's..." Sunset shook her head, finally opening her eyes. "Wallflower's had an incredible stroke of luck, but I'm not sure if it's good or bad."

"How do y' mean?"

"Most Earth-side magic was inert for the thousand plus years between the Siren's arrival and my own, but..." Sunset rolled a hand. "Well, there were small things. The marks, chromelanin, an occasional 'witch.' Wallflower, if I understand it, was randomly selected by Magic to be outside fate."

There was a pause.

"...Outside fate? Like—"

"Like there's this concept of destiny that's a thousand gears whirring along to one path, and Wallflower is... either the engineer or the wrench in the works. She's meant to get caught up in things too big to stop, so she can cause them to swerve. But at the same time, how she does it is up to her. The job comes with perks, like being hard to track in a number of ways..."

"So," Sweetie Belle mused, "should we tell her about—?"

"No. Definitely not. Wallflower's got her own path to walk. Telling her would just influence her, and she's supposed to be outside our influence." Sunset shook her head. "Didn't even know this was a thing, though... I wonder how many other fatebenders there are? Magic's not talking."

Author's Notes:

"I really should get documentation for this. Hey, Twilight! Tell your higher self to write some of this stuff down!"

"We're on Chapter 27!"

"Good to know!"