"Dear Princess Twilight," Sunset mumbles as her pen dances on the pages of her magic journal: "I'm sorry for your loss, and I will do everything in my power to help." Sunset puts her pen down and stares at the page in anticipation.

Dear Sunset, words start to form on the page: We could use a hoof.

Sunset picks up her pen immediately: I will be there tomorrow.

"Dear Princess Celestia," Sunset slams the journal shut, tosses her pen away, takes out her phone, and starts typing: "Tomorrow..." Princess Celestia? Sunset chuckles at the mistake before fixing it: "Dear Principal Celestia..."

After sending the email, Sunset put her phone away and starts packing. Just as Celestia's student drags her suitcase out, her phone makes a ding sound. Sunset groans put her suitcase down, and checks her phone.

Dear Sunset, Spring Break starts tomorrow. Have a good rest of the day. Principal Celestia.

"Spring Break?" Sunset made a face before checking her calendar.

"That was convenient," Sunset frowns, a feeling of uneasiness creeps up. I should pay more attention to my schedule; Sunset shrugs the feeling off, tosses her phone onto her bed before packing.

"Ok," Sunset inhales and exhales, now standing in front of the portal of Equestria. She takes a step forward and vanishes into the void.

"Twilight!" Sunset calls out: "I..." Her sentence was cut short, her jaw drops and eyes open wide: Instead of the tall ceiling and glass floor of the crystal castle, Sunset was greeted by a well-paved stone trail leading to a classy-looking house.

"Welcome home, good hunter," A tall woman with white hair and victorian-styled attire walks up to Sunset and bows.

"Ah..." Sunset is still too shocked to speak.

"I am a doll," The woman introduces herself: "Here in this dream to look after you."

"Ok," Sunset, feeling a migraine on its' way, put a hand over her forehead: "Where is Twilight?"

"I beg your pardon?" The woman asks.

"Never mind," Sunset sits down on the floor, hiding her face in her palms: "Whoever you are looking for, it's not me!"

"You must be confused," The doll says with a monotoned voice: "Over the years, countless hunters..."

"Whatever..." Sunset stands up, not paying attention to anything the doll said: "I'm going home." To her utter horror, the portal is not there when she turns around.

"Good hunter?" The doll leans in: "Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not;: Sunset freezes in place: "Oh my Celestia..."

"Good hunter?" The doll approaches Sunset, who sits on a stone counter where she usually sits while staring into the space as if she would approach a wounded animal: "I've brought tea."

"I AM NOT A HUNTER!" Sunset shouts out of frustration.

"Oh my," Almost dropping her plate, she carefully sits next to Sunset: "I understand your feeling."

"Sorry, I was just..." Sunset groans: "How could this have happened to me?"

"Lavender can smooth your nerve," The doll place the plate between them: "And aid one's sleep."

"Sleep, huh?" Sunset smirks: "I really could use some of that now; it's like a nightmare!"

"This is the hunter's dream," The doll pours Sunset a cup of tea: "And you are safe here."

"Thank you," Not understanding a single word the doll just said, Sunset already feels a headache. She picks up and the cup and indulges in the sweet aroma of the drink.

"I learned about it from a hunter," The doll comments before taking a sip: "She visited a few days ago and told me to expect someone with red hair with yellow strips."

"Pfft!" Sunset spats everything from her mouth with some coming out of her nose: "Who? What does she look like?"

"I believe her name is Luna," The doll hands Sunset a piece of napkin: "And you must be Sunset Shimmer?"

"YES!" Sunset shouts: "What else did she say?"

"She wanted you to have this," The doll put her cup down, turns around, picks up a metal club and an Oreo-looking compartment, the size of Sunset's upper torso, with sawtooth around it: "This is the weapon of an old hunter."

"Oh my," Sunset put the cup down, water still dripping down her nose, and accepts the offer: "This is light!"

"You can install the round compartment at the end of the club," The doll picks up her cup: "And use it as a saw."

"Granted, that's smart," Sunset put the weapon away and wipes her nose: "But where is Luna?"

"She has ascended with the great ones," The doll looks into her cup and sighs: "She wants you to hunt her."

"WHAT?" Sunset chocks on her own saliva: "SHE WHAT? YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!"

"This is not a joke," The doll turns her attention to Sunset, eyes deprived of light: "I regnant to tell you this, but that was her wish."

"Ok..." Sunset covers her face with her hands and screams into her palms: "Celestia, help me..."

"It is a somber message," The doll put a hand on Sunset's shoulder: "But I will be here for you."

"Thank you," Sunset sighs, unzipping her backpack and takes out her journal: "Oh my!" After her last response, the booklet was filled with messages lasting through pages, with words still appearing at a pace that she never thought possible. Twilight must have had at least one panic attack writing those words.

"Dear Princess Twilight," Sunset dumps everything on the ground and picks up the pen: "I'm in a rather strange place..."

"I will get some deserts.: The doll stands up, placing her cup back on the plate, and left.

"Thank you!" Sunset says without looking; a drip of sweat drips down her chain as her pen races Twilights. It took them some time, but the two finally sorted something out: From Twilight's point of view, Sunset never showed up. She waited in front of the mirror for weeks, but nothing happened. For Sunset, on the other hand, the process only took a moment. The two discussed the situation Sunset is in and concluded: Become a hunter and find Princess Luna.