Vice Principal Luna peered over the top of her notepad, tapping a pen on its surface. “Let me see if I have written this all correctly. In addition to accidentally knocking out the lights, necessitating a trip to the fuse box in the spider infested basement of the school, your little rainbow display also caused the door and overhead lighting in the room given to your group to transform into magical equivalents, and produced some kind of protective barrier around the room. Is this correct?”

Sunset ran her fingers over the large crystal in her lap, her headache reduced to a dull ache. “Yes, Miss Luna.”

“It also, somehow, caused every plant on the school campus and part of the woods beyond to come into full bloom as if this were the end of April and not the middle of a particularly chilly January, at least a half a dozen of which are growing along the trellises by the horticulture class’ greenhouse that are of an unknown species. A species which, based on a few leaves and flower samples, you have identified as some form of berry bush native to your homeland that you are certain will not cause undue harm to living things here?”

“They're fizzleberry bushes, Miss Luna. In Equestria they are a relative of the blackberry. Completely safe for human consumption...though I would note that people might want to mind the thorns. They produce a sap that has a minor numbing effect. It goes away after a few minutes, but it's...not great...if you fall into a bunch of them at once.” Sunset sighed. “...but nothing that was changed should harm anyone. I promise.”

The administrator nodded. “And...what about that?” She pointed and the faintly glowing Nightstone Sunset was holding.

The redhead offered it out. “I’d made this as a test, but the magic we unleashed charged it. It's a wardstone, meant to guard an area. This one is designed to repel dark magic. I...wanted to give it to you and Principal Celestia. It won't guard the whole school, but it should protect the office and here.”

One dark eyebrow arched as Luna took the crystal carefully and turned it over in her hands. “Impressive work, Miss Shimmer—Is it too much to hope it repels spiders too?”

Her head still not in a place where shaking it was a good idea, Sunset settled for a nervous hand gesture. “...only if those spiders are a magical manifestation of evil?”

“Hmm.” The dark skinned woman made a face. “I suppose that is a matter of debate. I would certainly classify them as the work of the most unholy of magics, so I am sure you can imagine how I felt finding three of them in my hair after my trip to the fuse box.”

An errant thought about getting Princess Twilight to send along a necklace enchanted to repel arthropods crossed the former unicorn’s mind and she filed it away for later. “I really am sorry about that,” she said, frowning. “I really wasn't expecting it to go like that. I thought we’d just...play some songs, pony-up like normal, and I’d get some more solid readings on my equipment.”

Luna glanced around, and lowered her voice in order to keep the conversation private. “Mister Sentry suggested you’d had some kind of vision, and you mentioned nightmares about dark magic. Are you alright, Sunset?”

The redheaded teen hesitated for a few seconds before she found herself spilling what she had told Flash, about her nightmares and how they felt more real than just an ordinary dream sequence gone bad. Her vice principal listened to the whole explanation, nodding at the appropriate moments. When Sunset ran out of words, Luna frowned thoughtfully. “And you have little idea what it pertains to?”

“I...nothing here, as far as I can tell.” Something niggled at Sunset, and she asked the question before she could talk herself out of it. “Miss Luna? What do you know about Crystal Prep?”

There was a long pause before the older woman replied, the deliberation with which she spoke suggesting she was choosing her words with care. "If I might be a bit candid with you on this matter, Miss Shimmer, then suffice to say that my sister and I have...a history...with Crystal Prep, as well as many of those who work there. In manners both professional and personal, I have found myself at odds with them, and it would be...difficult...for me to give you an unbiased opinion on..." Luna paused again, then shrugged one shoulder minutely, "...on anything to do with that place.”

Biting her lip, Sunset weighed her options. In the end, her worry for her dorky girlfriend won out over everything else. “I...know someone who goes there,” she admitted. “A friend. And...I don't know. Everyone talks about CPA like it's this amazing school, with all these great people going there, who all end up going on to do amazing things.” She toyed with part of her jacket. “When I first heard about it, I figured it was a bit like CSGU: stuck up upper class aristo-brats, all born sucking on silver and diamond spoons. But...my friend...that school seems awful when she talks about it, but then in the next breath she's trying to defend it, which makes no sense."

She frowned, shaking her head a little to dispel the way the subject was making her twitchy--and regretting it a moment later as the throbbing in her head increased. “And it's not just her. I keep hearing people talk about it like it's amazing and special...and it just sounds too good to be true. Which makes me suspicious, so I really think I’d like to hear your view. Even if it's biased—especially if you aren't part of the ‘CPA is the best school ever!’ Club.”

Her principal’s face was tight. “‘Too good to be true’ is perhaps the most accurate description you could give that...institution. I would caution you, Miss Shimmer, about keeping an eye on your friend’s mental and emotional health. As much as Abacus Cinch tries to sweep it under the rug, that school has the highest rate of self-harm among students out of every school in the greater Canterlot area. Even the remedial center for youths who have been expelled due to criminal activities and incarceration in the juvenile detention centers fares better than Crystal Prep in that area.” She leaned back in her chair. “...of course, you didn't hear that from me.”

After the conversation she and Twilight had had about the exam week harassment, and seeing her the Friday before, Sunset wasn't surprised by that information, and learning that her principals both had issues with the private school helped solidify her own sense of mistrust about it as being more than just paranoia and projection of her own negative experiences from CSGU onto Twilight’s school life. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you for...being forthcoming, Miss Luna.”

With a nod, the woman scrutinized her. “There is a reason you bring it up, isn't there? One that has to do with your vision of dark magic?”

Sunset rubbed her face. “Kind of. I think...I think CPA is the target...but I don't know for certain, and I don't have any details. Only an inkling of dark magic and a shadow over it all. I don't even know if it's really magic or my mind just...being worried about my friend and presenting that in a way that makes more sense for a pony than a human.”

Luna was silent for a long time, expression thoughtful. “I believe,” she ventured at last, “that you should trust your instincts, Miss Shimmer. While nocturnal fantasies may just be a side effect of your brain filing data away, it has been shown that our subconscious is often capable of realizing things before our conscious mind is aware. Do not dismiss your nightmares quite so readily as unimportant before you analyze them carefully—they could be offering you information that could make all the difference.”

The former unicorn frowned, mulling over the advice. “That’s...a fair point, I guess. I still feel like I need to know more before I act though. Right now, I’d probably just come off as crazy.”

“A wise decision, Miss Shimmer, and you will have more time for it tomorrow once you recover a bit. Which brings me to the next order of business...” Luna set the notepad and the wardstone on a nearby table. “Nurse Redheart is labeling your symptoms akin to a concussion. That means I cannot, in good faith, let you go home to your solitary dwelling, nor is it a good idea for you to drive. That presents a slight conundrum, though now that you’ve updated your files, I can just call someone to come fetch you. However...I wanted to provide you with some measure of control over your situation...”

Sunset’s eyes went wide at the thought of Velvet driving over to pick her up. The girls would see, the girls would have questions, and she couldn't just lie to them. The truth about Twilight would come out and she had nothing planned yet on how to explain it... Her breathing became strained as she felt fear and panic rising in her throat, choking her. “I can't, Miss Luna!” she blurted. “I can go to Mrs. Velvet’s house, but please, don't call her here. I’ll just...walk...there...”

The educator watched her. “Breathe, Miss Shimmer. I would prefer you not walk. If you are against me calling her to come get you, is there someone you can trust to provide you a ride over there? If not, you can wait for me to finish my after school duties, taking the extra time to rest, and I can give you a ride over there.”

The redheaded teen weighed her options, really not liking any of those choices. Any of them would run the risk of Twilight encountering her friends and classmates in a fashion that Sunset was not prepared to handle when she felt like she’d been run over by the Canterlot Express. Even if they just saw her getting into a car with Twilight Sparkle from a distance it would spell trouble. One hand rubbed her temples as her headache spiked again. “I don't know, Miss Luna,” she started, ready to explain she wasn't really comfortable with anyone accompanying her to her destination, only to have a voice break in.

“I’ll give you a ride, Sunset,” Flash offered with a smirk and a wink. “You’ve ridden with me before. I can drop you off where you need to go on my way to work.”

Her face heated to the tips of her ears. She had no idea how long he’d been standing there, listening. At the same time though...out of everyone...Flash would be reasonable and let her explain the existence of another Twilight before scaring the daylights out of her girlfriend. It would also serve as a good test run for telling the girls. That in mind, she slumped back against the pillows propping her up. “...yeah. Okay. Flash can give me a ride, Miss Luna. Can I at least move my bike closer to the school, maybe where it's in view of the camera? I don't want anything to happen to it overnight.”

Stern eyes flitted between the two teens, before Luna inclined her head. “Very well, Miss Shimmer, Mister Sentry. As for the motorcycle, you can walk it closer with assistance, Miss Shimmer. Nurse Redheart specifically advised against any form of driving or heavy equipment operation—several hundred pounds of automotive engineering qualifies as ‘heavy equipment.’ Do you believe you can assist in this, Mister Sentry, or should I ask the Apple children to do it before they leave for the afternoon?”

“I think we’ve got it covered.” Flash’s smirk became his goofy, friendly smile. “Did you need Sunset for anything else, Vice Principal Luna?”

Raising one brow, the administrator looked at the clock. “I believe I have had all my questions answered, Mister Sentry. Anything else can wait.” She turned her attention to Sunset. “There are about fifteen minutes until the final bell. It might behoove you to go to your locker now, rather than wait to fight the crowd. I will call Velvet once I get back to my office to let her know about your...” she paused, before very deliberately continuing, “...unfortunate dodgeball accident in gym class this afternoon.”

It took a moment for it to register. “Thank you...I...don't want to lie to them, but they...don't know about the magic.”

“I had assumed as much. Off with you, then.” Luna looked at the stone in her hand as she stood. “Must we do anything special with this? Or just simply put it in a safe place in the office?”

Sunset rubbed her neck. “I’d recommend a safe drawer or cabinet, out of sight. It works based on an area, so in either of your offices should protect them both and Miss Raven’s desk. I would have made it bigger but I wasn't sure it would work at all and I didn’t want to waste a five diamond Nightstone only to end up with a fancy paperweight.”

“Five diamond?”

“It’s complicated. Equestrian currency and values versus human. I’ll explain tomorrow morning,” Sunset answered. “I have something I wanted to talk about with you and Principal Celestia anyway.” She needed to check and see if her finance advisor had gotten back to her anyway. He was usually fairly prompt.

Luna gave her another stern look. “Wednesday, Miss Shimmer. You are excused from tomorrow to recover. I will see you on Wednesday morning, and no sooner, understand?”

Shoulders sagged. “Yes, Miss Luna,” the former unicorn sighed.

“Alright, pony-girl, come on. I’ve got your bag, and the basket from Granny Smith. We can hit your locker and beat the rush.” Flash offered her a hand up, and she used it to make sure she remembered how to properly balance on two legs.

Sunset felt more stable once she reached the doorway. “You humans suck. Why did you choose to be bipedal? It’s a stupid way of getting around, always halfway to falling on your flat monkey faces.”

“Because we like having our hands free to open jars,” the young man quipped in response. “Plus it's hard to play guitar with your mouth.” He bent down to grab her backpack and sling it over his shoulder, before hefting the basket of produce. “Lead the way.”

It took them a little longer at her locker than anticipated, so by the time they got into his car and settled, they were stuck waiting for the buses to leave. Sunset glanced at the time on her phone, watching the minutes tick by and doing a bit of math in her head. Twilight usually took the city bus home after school—there was a bus stop across the street from CPA, and one four blocks from her house. It would be a close guess on whether she’d beat Twilight to the house or if she was about to be thrust into the world's most awkward conversation. It made her fidget, and she found herself cribbing on the tip of her thumb.

It only got worse the longer they sat in the car, until Flash reached over and tugged her hand away from her face. “You're doing it again. What's going on in your head, Sunset?”

She blew air out her nostrils in a sound that was half sigh, half irritated snort, pensively staring out the window as they finally got moving. “It's...complicated.”

“Is it about your girlfriend? That's whose house I’m taking you to, right? Which direction am I going, by the way?” Flash tapped an absent beat on his steering wheel with his thumbs, in time with the quiet murmur from the radio.

“...yes...” She hesitated, before sighing heavily. “You know Clover Estates? She lives on Prosperity, three houses down from where it meets Easy Street.”

His eyes widened and he let out a low whistle. “She lives in Clover? That's all old rich people there...she goes to our biggest rival school and her family’s loaded.” It wasn't a question. “I can see why you're a little hesitant to talk too much about her.”

Sunset leaned her head back, internal debate raging. Flash had given her a good out, and she could take it...but all of that would amount to nothing if he saw her nerd. “If only it were that simple,” she confessed.

“I mean, I get it, pony-girl. The rivalry is bad on a Friendship Games year, and people have just finally laid off you. I can see not wanting to put your girlfriend in that kinda spot. Not everyone at CHS is a saint, and we all know about Crystal Preppers.” The blue haired young man flashed her one of his reassuring smiles.

It didn't help. “Look...there's more to it than that, way more...but I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone—not the girls, not Brawly, not your mom, no one—what I’m about to say. I can't explain why, but...I need you to understand that no one can find out until I figure out how to tell them...and her.” Her headache was ramping up again, and she felt queasy, but she had to do this. Twilight would likely not handle a strange boy trying to hug her with any amount of calm, rational behavior, and it was Sunset’s responsibility to make sure that such a totally avoidable scenario was, in fact, firmly avoided.

His brows furrowed worriedly. “Sure, Sunset. I really don’t think whatever it is you’re worried about can possibly be all that bad though.”

“It...could be. Please, Flash?”

A slow nod, and he took the moment at a stop sign to hold up a hand and make a gesture across his chest. “I promise, your secret, your girlfriend’s secret, whatever it is, is safe with me.”

That helped her jittery nerves some, and she focused on taking a few deep, cleansing breaths like Princess Celestia had taught her. “Thanks...” Then she steeled herself for his reaction. “The reason I’m keeping all of it a huge secret is because of just who she is, and the way people would react if they knew.”

Flash laughed. “What, are you dating Countess Coloratura or something?”

“Worse.” Another shaky breath and she took the plunge. “I’m dating Twilight Sparkle.”

To his credit, Flash didn’t jerk the wheel or slam on the brakes. Instead, he pulled over into a gas station parking lot, put the car in park, and turned to face her fully. “You're serious?” he asked levelly, searching her face intently.

“She’s not the Twilight from Equestria,” she clarified. “This is the Twilight who is from this world. She’s as human as you are.”

Flash was silent, and the silence stretched between them like a taut rubber band on the verge of snapping back and stinging her hand, until Sunset began to think that she had made a mistake. Finally, the universe seemed to take pity on her.

“Huh.” The boy she’d once dated for all the wrong reasons, who’d had a serious crush on the pony counterpart to girl Sunset had just confessed to dating, blinked slowly, his tone that of someone coming to a slow but profound realization. “Huh,” he repeated. “That...explains a lot, actually.”

The redhead exhaled in relief, sinking back in her seat. “I can't tell anyone, because they’ll want to meet her, make friends with her, and while that'd be great, she's just not ready for that. I've talked to her about introducing her to my other friends, and she’s told me she isn't there yet. I have to respect that, you know? She’s nothing like the princess, and I'm not sure the girls...or anyone at school would understand that.”

He nodded. “I can imagine, with her being a human girl as opposed to a magical pony princess.”

“It's more than that. Princess Twilight was a student to a goddess, gifted in magic, and she’s led not just a different life, but...she’s...I can't explain it. She’s different from my Twilight. Sparky is wonderful—she’s my best friend, Flash, and she’s the smartest being I've ever known in two whole worlds. She’s patient with me, she gets me—when I can't say what I'm thinking, she already knows it—we can talk for hours about all kinds of things that I can't with anyone else. For once, I don't have to pretend, or remember that not everyone calculates high end quantum mechanics and does advanced calculus in their head as an afternoon hobby, and while I've told her about Sunset Shimmer, Queen Bitch of Canterlot, she’s never been on the receiving end of it, so I don’t have the kind of baggage with her that I have with literally everyone else in my life. She’s dorky, but funny, and she treats me like I matter for me.” Her gaze turned to look out the window, blinking back tears. “But she’s not the best with crowds or other people, and she doesn't have many friends. She's not...outgoing like Princess Twilight. She’s quieter—maybe no less determined in her friendship goals—and she gets really bad panic attacks sometimes...”

She was babbling now, unable to stop the words that were pouring from her mouth like a waterfall. “If people found out about her? Or worse, saw her without me warning them? It would terrify her, Flash, strangers trying to hug her or pat her on the back, all knowing her name and things about her, referencing events she didn't know about. I haven't told her what I am yet, or about magic or anything like that—she’d never believe me without solid proof and right now my magic is unstable and potentially dangerous, not something I can just call on at will like I could in Equestria....and I’m not ready to tell her yet...”

“Sunset....”

The former unicorn was shaking now. “I’m not ready to tell her or her family, because they're all so nice to me. Mrs. Velvet makes me special food, because I don't eat meat, and they invite me over for their holidays and their family nights. They gave me a room, did you know that? A room of my own, no strings attached, to stay in whenever I want—or not, my choice! No one’s ever—” Sunset broke off, changing tracks as she almost spilled more than she wanted to. “...I don't know what they’ll do if they find out everything else, and I’m not ready to lose them. They mean too much, Flash...they were there when I had nothing else.”

“Sunset...It's okay. Take some deep breaths, and calm down.” The blue haired young man reached out and squeezed her shoulder with one hand. “I promised I’d keep your secret and I will. I completely understand. Your Twilight is someone special to you, and her family has become your family. I’m not sure how it is for ponies, but for humans, that just happens sometimes, and I get why you want to protect that. I want to protect my family too.”

Sunset scrubbed at her eyes with her hand. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “I shouldn't dump all this on you, I wasn't going to, it just happened.”

Flash snagged a few napkins from the center console. “Here. So you can blow your nose and clean up a bit. There's still a little bit of dried blood on your face from earlier. I’m gonna grab us some sodas, give you a chance to breathe without me here. Dr. Pepper still your poison of choice, pony-girl?”

The gesture threatened to make her cry harder, and Sunset could only nod at him, too focused on wrestling with her emotions. He gave her shoulder another squeeze, before leaving her alone. Sunset blew her nose, and then used water from a half empty bottle in her backpack to wet a few of the napkins so she could clean her face—especially after she got a look at herself in the mirror on the visor.

By the time he returned a few minutes later with two sodas and a little paper sack of warm brownies, she looked and felt better. Gone were the little flecks and smears of dried blood off her face, and she’d managed to get her emotions to stop trying to bring her headache back with a vengeance while making her look like an absolute headcase. “Sorry about that,” she said quietly.

He held out the bottle of Dr. Pepper to her. “I get it. You’re dealing with a lot. Top of our class, straight A’s, trying to do stuff with magic and protect the school, and basically living a double life...that's a lot on your plate, Sunset. Plus whatever happened earlier really knocked you for a loop.” Taking a sip of his soda, he added quietly, “You scared us. We thought you’d cooked your brain or something trying to do magic.”

Blue-green eyes stared into the dark liquid of her drink, as if she could plumb the depths of it for some kind of answer, some universal truth that would tell her what answer to give. Silence stretched on until it bordered on uncomfortable, finally prompting her to unscrew the lid. She drained a full third of the bottle without stopping, hoping it would do something for her suddenly dry throat and parched tongue.

“Sunset...?” Flash ventured.

The redhead held the cold bottle to her forehead, the sensation providing a measure of clarity to her thoughts. “I...it happened before I could stop it, and I was the focal point for it....I could have tried foisting some of the power off on the girls, but for all their raw potential, none of them are trained magi. And...it was my magic that set the whole thing off...” Sunset closed her eyes, unable to look at her ex-turned-friend, not up to explaining the complex problem of her magic and recent troubles with control. “After everything I’ve done, after all the hurt and hate I caused, after what I did to everyone at school during the dance...after I tried to kill the princess...I couldn't allow my magic to hurt an innocent person again—even if it kills me. I’m sorry I scared all of you, I am, but...never again, Flash. I won't allow myself to become that monster again.”

He frowned. “You're not expendable either, Sunset. Your life has just as much meaning, is just as valuable as anyone else. Do you realize what it would do to people? To your friends? To the school? And what about Twilight—both Twilights, even?”

Flinching, the former unicorn curled in on herself at his uncharacteristically stern tone as much as the words themselves, but Flash wasn't done. “I get it—you're used to doing things for yourself. But you're not alone anymore Sunset. Things that affect you affect all the people who care about you, and you need to start considering that before you jump in feet first.”

“I...” Her gaze dropped to her lap, because he was right. If something happened to her, the girls would be upset...and Sparky? In her mind’s eye, she could see purple eyes filled with tears, terror and grief and worry etched on features Sunset knew almost better than her own. Something in her knew that Twilight would be devastated, and that knowledge jarred her worldview in a way she hadn’t expected.

Unbidden, a scrap of an old memory was dredged up. She’d been...maybe four or so, and Raven Inkwell’s predecessor, an elderly stallion named Writing Desk, had passed on. Sunset had known him, though not particularly well, and he had always been kind to her, but Princess Celestia had counted the brown, unassuming unicorn as a friend, and had spoken at his funeral. After they’d returned to the palace, Sunset had been awash with questions, since it was really her first encounter with death, and Celestia had answered them with infinite patience...

“....What happened to Mr. Writing Desk, Princess?” the filly asked, snuggling on the bed against the large white barrel. “Was he sick?”

A soft wing extended to tuck around her in an embrace. “He was a very old pony, little sun, and it was simply his time to pass on.”

Tiny brows furrowed. “I liked him. He was nice to me when he visited the palace.”

“I liked him very much too, my little sun. He was my friend for a long time.” The solar ruler nuzzled her cheek with her muzzle.

Sunset considered that. “I’m sad that he’s gone,” she announced, looking up at the alicorn mare for guidance.

Golden magic that reminded her of summer combed through her mane. “That is normal, Sunset,” Celestia responded, tone soft. “Even I am a little sad. But you won’t stay sad—it will fade.” She kissed the top of the filly’s head. “It is sad, but it is part of life, my dearest little sun. Everypony will die someday, and while we are sad for a while, we won't be sad forever. We learn to move on, and look back at our memories of the good times with a smile.”

The foal grew quiet and thoughtful, a frown marring tiny features even as she drifted off to sleep.

Sunset shoved the memory down. That had been the moment when she first made the connection between her own mortality...and the princess’ immortality, that one day, the mare she adored would relegate her to “another pony she would be sad about for a while” before she moved on. Her eyes raised to glance over at Flash. “...I’m sorry...” she apologized, her voice thick. “I...I guess I’m still not used to mattering like that to anyone.”

“Well you do matter. People care about you, and more than that, they need you, in more ways than I think you realize.” Flash squeezed her shoulder. “The girls definitely do—you balance them out, make them come together.”

She couldn't help but snort. “Now you're confusing me with Princess Twilight. She brought them together.”

“Maybe originally, but Sunset? I've seen Twilight and I've seen you, and she might have reminded them about their friendship, but you've become the one that keeps them together. You can read people, and know just what to say or do.” The young man was watching her intently, giving her shoulder another squeeze. “Right now, it’s you they look to for guidance, for answers, and for leadership, even if they don't outright say it...not Princess Twilight.”

Sunset’s stomach twisted, and with it, her expression. Flash let go of her shoulder with one last pat. “Give it some time to sink in, pony-girl, and at least think later about what I’ve said. People in your life need you.” He paused, then chuckled. “Crazy as it sounds, I’m one of those people.”

Wrinkling her nose, Sunset punched his shoulder as he put the car back in gear to leave the gas station. “Don't be a mule. I’ve already got a girlfriend.”

Laughing, he rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

Sunset was quiet for a moment, savoring this new form of camaraderie and friendship that was so different from her relationships with the girls, and she realized she was glad that Flash had been willing to start over. “Yeah,” she admitted in a soft voice. “I can't really explain how I know what you mean...but I do.” She gave him a smile. “Thanks, Flash...you're a good friend.”

*Laughs evilly*

So you know how a bunch of you have been speculating for a long time about who would find out about Sunset dating Twilight Sparkle first? I've been reading the guesses and comments and giggling for so long because I've been setting up for the reveal to be given to Flash first since the beginning of the Rainbow Rocks stuff....and no one guessed it would be him.

SURPRISE!

*continues cackling*

Also, now we know what *else* the magic did when it was released. Wonder what that will trigger with Twilight's instrumentation. But hey, at least Luna and Celestia's offices are now protected.

And yes, Luna is not a fan of creepy crawlies....but given the level of detail and inevitability of giant, grotesque, incredibly terrifying appearance of such things in pretty much every fantasy game ever, I don't blame her.

Lastly, I know a number of you have been asking for and clamoring about Sunset and Celestia's relationship and reconciliation. And while its not time for that yet in Rubicon, I decided that you should be careful what you ask for...

A new sidestory's Prologue has gone up, a teaser for things to come, and an eventual companion piece to the future story "Supernova." So if you want to have your feelings punched and see some of Celestia's relationship with Sunset, check out "Memories of the Little Sun"!