Last Sunset

Who am I?

Am I, Gry Solana? Quantum Physicist, Skateboard Enthusiast, Marijuana Farmer, Krav Maga, and MCMAP specialist, Furry Porn Critic; Child to Major Jammie Solana of the S.A.S and First Lieutenant Grey Solana of the JTF2; Sibling to Syliva, Grey Jr, and Bob.

Am I, Sunset Shimmer? Mage, Master Martial Artist in Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Capoeira, Kendo, Judo, Jiu-Jitsu, Kick-Boxing, and Fencing; Sushi Chef, Theoretical Physicist, Otaku, Graphic Artist, Painter, Gamer, Amature Porn Star, and Loner. No family. No friends. Only Coworkers and Acquaintances.

Both are me but at the same time. Neither. The memories flow, twist, and wrap around each other, blending them chaotically with the ferocity of a hurricane. Too much information. Too much pain. One half of the coin seeps in suffocating solitude, while the other flickers with eccentrically insane genius.

Who am I?

Should I find the answer? Do I want to? Am I both? Or am I some entity that gained these memories artificially and lost myself within the storm? All these questions fill my consciousness, and yet, I can't seem to find an answer. What would Gry do?

'Ask Sunset.'

Odd. I didn't expect that to happen. Why Sunset though? All her thoughts, hopes, and dreams have a dark, seething rage hell-bent on absolute destruction. Those feelings are on the surface though. They are easy to read, understand, and sympathize with. However, deep within Sunset's core, hidden beneath all that rage, is all-encompassing sadness capable of drowning emotionless gods in despair. Though, if Gry thinks Sunset holds the key to understanding what I am. Then do I ask? How would I ask? What does she know?

'Mystic Silence's: The Art of Imagination Vol. 4: Twin Memory Recollection, and Soul Mender's: Soul Harmonization Vol 2: Symbiotic Soul Memory Restoration.'

Oh. Well, thanks I guess?

I pulled the memories that held information on Twin Memory Recollection first. I figured it would be an informative place to start. And according to Mystic Silence—This spell will automatically separate the memories accidentally acquired by another individual by systematically sorting through them all via the magical signature associated with them. Interesting.

But how do I use it?

'Magic, duh. Focus on the Flame within your chest and draw it out. Don't push too hard or it will burn you. Let it flow naturally, like breathing.'

Alright.

Taking a deep breath—Wait. Does breathing even matter in the subconscious mind?

'Focus.'

Right. Sorry. Taking a deep breath, I searched for the Flame that the mysterious voice told me about. It didn't take long, like five seconds at most. The Flame felt like a beating heart. It was warm, hot to the touch even, but didn't burn, and it felt like a pulsating nova booming as loudly as a subwoofer set to max at a dubstep concert. It was mesmerizing.

As much as I wanted to feel that Flame in my metaphorical hands, I had more pressing matters to attend to. Grasping the Flame with my mind, I coaxed it awake. I breathed life into it, stroked it, and let it grow. I knew from Sunset's memories that I needed a certain amount of Mana to cast a spell, but I didn't know how much. Magic wasn't something I'm intimately familiar with.

Thankfully, I didn't need much power for Twin Memory Recollection. The amount of power needed to cast the Spell was equivalent to picking up an empty box from the ground. Which was good for me, but the second I activated the Spell. Things became weird.

Two hallways appeared before me. The right side had beige walls with doors found from various video games, military bunkers, and houses. Pictures aligned this wall. Some filled with friends. Some had photos of family members. There were even colorful lights lining the wall in between each door. This side of the hall felt loved and well cared for.

The left side on the other hand.

Sickly, mold-covered red walls, twisted, warped, and twitched like infected muscles. The door, if you could call them that, were made from rotten wood with a few of them having maggots eating them like a dead carcass found on the side of the road. The broken lights flicked with toxic energy, and the carpet in front of each door looked soaked with pus from an open wound. It physically sickened me just looking at it.

'Sorry.'

It's alright. Lovecraft really knew how to make some really fucked-up imagery. I don't blame you for creating a visual representation of both minds in our body. But which side belongs to me, and which side belonged to the intruder?

'Use the other spell.'

Okay. Hold your panties. Give me a second to gather my thoughts.

Before I cast Soul Memory Restoration, I wanted to poke my non-existent head through the first door to the right. It was a simple door. Nothing really popped out at me about it. Painted white, brass handle, four stylish divets marked the surface. It's something one would find in the average house anywhere in North America.

Gripping the handle, I opened it and in an instant. Memories flashed with a cornucopia of images, sounds, and emotions rushing down towards a waterfall pouring into a black abyss. I had to take a step back to properly process everything I've witnessed in a mere fraction of a second.

Gry Solana—Born on October 26th, 1997. Gry's a Scorpio, likes snowboarding, skateboarding, and mountain biking. Gry has a photographic memory, an allergy to bullshit, and a fetish for furry futanari. Gry's father is Major Jammie Solana of the British Special Forces. Gry's mother is Captain Grey Miller of the Canadian Special Forces. Both met during deployment in Isreal and got married after the tour before both retired from their respective militaries.

They were extremely strict with Gry during his formative years. Even his siblings. If one were to get an academic grade below 95%, they all were forced to do drills. They all were trained in Krav Maga and MCMAP, practiced with various types of firearms, and spare with each other. Gry's parents did this to instill an ever-enduring work ethic and because they wanted to make sure they could defend themselves.

Gry ended up in the hospital many times for broken bones, torn muscles, gashes, or wiping out from a bad fall. After one near-fatal crash on the mountain bike trails of Whistler Mountain. Gry couldn't do anything that caused too much stress or adrenaline. If Gry did, he would suffer from mild seizures.

His Uncle—Sergeant Friday Miller—Did his best to cheer Gry up about not being able to enjoy some of his most enjoyed activities. One of the things the always grinning behemoth of a man did to make Gry smile was magic. Not real magic, but tricks, sleight-of-hand, and other things that intrigued Gry. These tricks inevitably led Gry to chose Quantum Physics as his life profession since magic, (of the fantasy variety), acted similarly to the laws of the Quantum. Both, in Gry's words, "Give the finger" to Universal Physics without a care of the world. This choice was entrenched by the portal Gry found when he was a child, history, the occult, and fiction.

His relatives didn't care much about his life choices, but his parents did, even though they were harsh, stubborn, and terrifying some days. They loved Gry with all their hearts and helped him every step of the way. Without their support, Gry might have chosen something else to devote his life with. Like being a Lawyer or something just as useless. Still, he couldn't be happier. Gry only wished that his Aunt Velma would die in a fire while stabbed with shards of rusty metal, covered in acid, and buried alive in a vat of flesh-eating maggots.

Gry really despised Aunt Velma.

'Yep.'

Closing the door, I couldn't help but feel a little humble. The brief glimpse of Gry showed how, despite his loss of athletic ability, he was able to find purpose within himself. With every fail, injury, and punishment. He Endured. With every setback, obstacle, and wall. He found another way. When he needed help, Gry didn't allow pride to prevent him from seeking it. Perseverance is his virtue, which was something not many could survive and live to tell about it.

After viewing a small part of Gry's life. I had to take a look at Sunset's past. To compare and contrast the two different people within my mind, and to understand why her side of the hall that looked like Cthulhu puked out his stomach. But I couldn't just pick any door. Some of them had eyes. EYES!

'Pussy.'

Disembodied voices aside, I chose the least nightmare-inducing door to venture through. The door I chose still had the appearance of mold, decay, and rusted metal, but at least it didn't have tentacles or a thousand eyes glaring back at me. However, the claw marks were a nice touch. Far more welcoming than what some of the other doors had.

Steeling myself for the inevitable mind-rape of Sunset's creepy memories. With trepidation, I opened the door, and much to my surprise, I didn't lose my sanity. Instead, as the images flowed into my purpose, I only knew absolute horror.

Sunset Shimmer—Born on October 31st, 972 C.E. She's a Scorpio, likes Magic, Music, Drawing, Cooking, Anime, Video Games, and Porn. She ended up in the Canadian foster system a few days after being found on the side of the highway by a patrol officer. At the age of fourteen, Sunset gained her citizenship before enroling Edmonton Christian High. Her foster parents Mary and Joseph Victoria, had high expectations for Sunset while attending the private school. They weren't disappointed. Sunset earned many scholarships while attending and gained a spot at any major university in the world of her choosing. And at the age of sixteen, Sunset entered the California Institute of Technology as a Theoretical Physics Major.

When she turned eighteen, Sunset moved out of her foster parent's house to live on her own in a high-end apartment in Vancouver. She only lived there when not attending school, if she didn't want to live on campus during the break.

To pay for her tuition, Sunset became a Sushi Chef, an Amature Pornstar, Model, and an Internet Graphic Artist. All the jobs she enjoyed, but she didn't like people associated with them in general. 0r anyone at all for that matter. She treated everyone she met with venomous hostility unless she was on camera. She still hated the guy or girl who plowed her for millions to watch, but so long as she climaxed and got paid. She didn't care. So long as the pain within her heart remained mute and dull. She could continue with her plans of revenge.

My God. The things she had planned for Celestia. If half of what I'm seeing is possible, then I'm a glad Gry flung her into the void. The knowledge she gained from Cal-Tech gave her the information to advance the magic of Equestria by hundreds of years. Want to know what she used it for? I'll give you three words: Catastrophic Planetary Annihilation.

Imagine Planetary Devastation from Naruto Shippuden, and crank it up to nine-thousand. Sunset not only figured out how to make the base spell without the Rinnegan, but she improved it. Enhanced it. To the point that she could create another MOON and drop it anywhere on the planet!

The only thing keeping her from using such a spell is the insane amount of mana it would take to cast it. Oh! She figured out that part out as well in the form of a metamorphosis spell that merges her body, mana-well, and soul. In other words, she could have Chakra! Want to know else she reverse-engineered from all the anime she watched? Every single spell from Naruto, Fullmetal Alchemist, Fairy Tail, and Overlord. Every. Single. Spell.

The only problem she faced was the amount of mana she could use, the type of mana she had affinities with, and the amount of practice. Sunset knew she had a deep connection to the Sun and Moon due to her Mark of Destiny and how she got it. She could cast Fairy Glitter without the metamorphosis by connecting to those two celestial objects. But she didn't know if Celestia would die from the spell, or how much damage it would actually cause.

However, Sunset's most studied spell was the Sharingan. With it, Sunset could become one of the greatest mages in Equestrian history. The ability to learn any Spell, any Move, anything, and everything magic related, was something she devoted her entire life, her existence, on acquiring.

She wanted to be the best Mage; One that would make Clover the Clever and Starswirl the Bearded green with envy. And once Celestia acknowledged her power, her potential, the very thing the so-called Goddess of the Sun created?

She'll die.

Celestia will die in front of her subjects at the very hands of the one she abandoned, at the one she abused, she tortured, before Sunset takes the throne of Equestria for herself. But before the inevitable demise of Celestia. Sunset needed the Ascension Ritual to make herself an Aetherial. Thus, a Goddess.

The amount of information dedicated to Torture, Mind Magic, Soul Magic, and other vile atrocities meant just for Celestia is outright terrifying. Sunset wanted, desired, hoped, and dreamed, of the death of Celestia. She was obsessed with the eradication of the Aetherial. When she wasn't practicing magic, she was planning the murder of the Goddess. All that Rage, Hate, and Anger I felt coming from Sunset, all of it, directed at one person: Celestia.

I'm glad Gry kicked Sunset into the void. I don't know what would have happened to Equestria if Sunset could follow through with her plans.

I didn't bother with the rest of the memory. It's clear as day that Sunset was returning to Equestria once she got her doctrine in Theoretical Physics, and got her affairs in order. It was unlucky that she stumbled in on Gry during his researching of the Portal. The panic that followed, the fear of being found out before she could enact her terrible plans, caused her to make the biggest mistake anyone could make—She underestimated her opponent.

If she kept a cool head, wait for Gry to fall asleep, and kill him while unconscious. None of the events that happened would have come to pass. She would have been well on her way down the path of power and revenge without obstruction. She would have been laughing while she raped and tortured Celestia into submission. She would have been the happiest psychopathic girl in the world when Celestia's head rolled down the streets of Canterlot.

She would have. Past tense. She made a mistake, panicked, and got thrown into the void as a result.

'Fuck you.'

Closing the door behind me, I sat down, leaned against Gry's side of the hall, and took a small rest. The amount of information gathered from that one door was jarring. From the raw emotions to all the details attached to them, everything about Sunset's memory helped me understand her a bit. Her side of the hall gave a good visual representation, and I just thought it was a defense mechanism to prevent intruders from viewing her thoughts. The more warped and twisted the door appears. The more horribly vile the memory. I shudder at the thought of looking into the one with eyes, arms, tentacles, rotting flesh, blood, pus, vomit, teeth, breasts, cocks, piss, shit, and one that could talk.

The door I described appeared in front of me.

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I screamed and without thinking. I cast the second spell—Soul Memory Restoration—by accident. Hoping the thing that appeared before me would return from whatever satanic shit-hole it came from. Nothing in the world should ever have to deal with that monstrosity. Whatever created that door and the memories sealed within, I don't ever want to meet. Not now, not in a million years.

'Me neither.'

After my little episode of nearly dying from absolute, heart-destroying fear. I noticed the hall changed into a triangular room. Three paths appeared in the same fashion as the room. One led down Gry's memories, another to Sunset's. The third path, however, was hidden behind a vault-like, cog-shaped, metal door.

I could still see the abomination down Sunset's hall from where I sat. I shuddered before moving away from that particular path. I didn't want to deal with Sunset's memories anymore. There's just so much wrong with her mind if the imagery was anything to go by. So, instead, I decided to investigate the vault. I wondered what's inside? Is it another horrific hall like Sunsets? Or something more tame and peaceful like Grys? What is it anyway?

'That's the Soul Memory of whoever's body we're inhabiting. Opening it will reveal who you are, but is that something you really want to know? Is it...worth it? To know who you are? I don't think it is. You're better off not knowing.'

Well, that doesn't sound like she's trying to prevent me from learning the truth. Frankly, I don't care what she thinks. Not understanding your past is like trying to drive through a city while blind. You can't know where you are going if you don't know where you're from. That's the importance of history. So, like the insane little construct that I am. I grabbed hold the metal wheel of a handle and turned.

'...Today is the day I make history...'

I blinked.

'..."Hello, Officer!" I greeted with a straight face while keeping my hands in full view. "These are not the droids you're looking for."...'

Collapsed.

'..."Today on the 21st of June during the year 2019. I—Gry Solana—make one of the grandest discoveries in Human history."...'

Remembered.

'..."What are you doing here?!" replied the girl with a menacing growl. I took a step back, hands raised in the air. I absentmindedly noted that I now stood in front of the Portal....'

Everything.

'...Fear determines if you fight or flee, but Hesitation determines whether you live or you die....'

I'm Gry.

'... The girl's eyes went wide in terror as she flew towards the wall of the rainbow tunnel. She collided with the wall, it collapsed like liquid glass, and the girl disappeared into the void....'

Where am I? More importantly...WHAT HAPPENED?!

I rolled away from the vault door with one massive suicide-inducing migraine imaginable. Having everything you've lost come back to you in just a few seconds felt like a bullet train slamming into my forehead at full speed. I made my pain known by rolling around on the floor, whining and complaining like a little bitch. On the bright side! I knew who I am now. So that's a positive.

A few minutes passed before I regained some semblance of coherent thought. When I did, I laid on the floor, staring at the bland, green ceiling, wondering what the hell was going on. One idea I instantly came up with for my predicament is that I'm the subconscious of Gry and that I'm a defense mechanism for his mind. Though, that can't be right. How can I be two separate entities but at the same time: One? Does that make sense? Should it? I hope I don't have to deal with an internal crisis involving my identity, the concept of the universe, the meaning of life, and everything in between. Those arcs in books are so dumb and convoluted sometimes. Hell, a majority of them are so simple to fix, but no~oo! We have to go on a journey while putting the identity crisis aside for the last minute. Which, at the end of the crisis, the identity problem still gets ignored and unexplained! Whatever. I'll deal with that later. I have another set of memories in my mind with a disembodied voice to deal with.

"Oi! Sunset! You still there?"

'Well, well, well, look who's back to the land of reality. How does it feel to have direct access to your Soul? Interesting, isn't it? The ability to alter your very being, remove parts of yourself you don't like, or maybe assimilate someone else to become stronger? Very interesting indeed.'

"Yeah, whatever. That's not important right now," I replied with false disinterest. If I'm honest with myself, I am a little curious about what a Soul is, but I don't have the time right now.

'Oh? Then what's important? Your family? Your friends? Knowledge? Power? You have access to everything about me. So why not find out for yourself?' she purred darkly.

Huh? No more monotone? Weird.

"What am I? What are you? What happened in the Portal? In that order please," I asked before standing back up. I took a look around, wondering where Sunset's voice was coming from, and thankfully. I didn't have to look far.

"To answer your first question—" she paused for a second and appeared in front of me. She wore the outfit from the cave and looking at her without the light shadowing her figure. She was beautiful. Sex Goddess beautiful. She had a perfect fit hourglass figure with jaw-dropping child-bearing hips. Her bust easily sat comfortably e-cup range and her thighs! A perfect mix of muscle and fat I thought only video game or anime characters could have. Did I mention her long, pointed, Elf ears that hugged her head closely? Well, now I did.

"—You are the subconscious of Gry: The mental representation of her deepest, innermost thoughts. You are the first and last defense against Mind Magic, the voice of reason, and inscriber of memories," she explained with a smirk. "If you weren't in control, I could have wiped Gry's soul and taken over her body. Then again, if she was awake, I could have easily have done that even if you were in the way."

"As for your second and third question? I'm the consciousness of Sunsets memories. Or to be more accurate: I'm what remains after you killed me."

"Wait a minute. Wait. A. Minute!" I stammered out. "I killed you?! Then how do I have your entire life inside my mind?!"

"What do you think happened to me when you kicked me into the Void? That I would wake up on a random world in the multiverse?" she laughed. "Nah, that didn't happen. My real body and soul is gone. It probably became the meal for the creatures that live in the realm between dimensions. There's no way to recover it. Not that I want it back. It s͠i̷̶͞ck̸̀e͏͜ńs̶ me," she growled the last bit out. "As for how I'm in your mind?"

"The real me, in a last ditched attempt to complete her revenge, implanted her entire consciousness into your brain in the hope that I could take over your body. She failed. Obviously," she snorted. "'Luck wasn't on her side since birth. If you didn't have a seizure when you did, I would have, like I explained before, erased your Soul Memory, and took over your very existence."

I was in shock. I didn't know how to respond. I just didn't. When I began my firearms and martial arts training, I knew that one day I would need it to defend myself, but not at the cost of another! Sure, there was a chance I would need to make the ultimate choice: My life or theirs. If there was a choice, I would always choose my own. There are people I care about, promises I've made. And I never break a promise. There is nothing in the world that will prevent me from breaking a promise. Not even death.

Then there is the fact that, despite Sunsets demise, she tried to have a copy of herself kill me, erase my existence, take over my body! Wait...why hasn't she yet? Didn't she say that I'm Gry's first and last line of defense? Why hasn't she tried to kill me?!

Okay. Calm down. Breathe. No time to panic. You've already done that Gry. Breathe. Alright. I'm calm. I'm calm.

"Are you done?" Sunset said dryly. "I'm not sure why you're freaking out about my death. I've killed a few people already. There's nothing special about killing someone. Especially a psychopathic cum-whore like myself."

"Done?! I'm not even close! Why haven't you tried killing me yet?! Are you waiting for an opening? For me to be off-guard?! Is this all a ruse to keep me distracted from your objective!?" I angerly demanded. "Well, answer me!"

"I literally can't harm you while you're asleep. That's when your subconscious is in complete control," Sunset replied with a roll of her eyes. "Not only that, but those with a photographic memory tend to be the strongest when it comes to defending against Mind Magic. Your mental capabilities far outclass my own."

"Now, if you were awake, then I could affect you. Your subconscious hibernates while conscious to sift and sort through all the information gathered throughout the day." she frowned. "I'm repeating myself. Stop it."

"Seriously, you can't do anything?" I asked disbelievingly. "How can I believe someone that planned to eliminate entire cities off the face of the world by dropping a mountain on top of them?

"Want me to prove it?" Sunset replied in monotone.

"I won't believe otherwise," I challenged.

"Fine," she sighed before she began walking towards me. My body stiffened, preparing for the inevitable attack. I ran simulations of what she could do while also summoning forth all information on Mind Magic from Sunset's memories. And when she finally stood in front of me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, leaned in, and a pair of silky, tender, pillowy lips met my own.

I froze, eyes went wide in shock, body froze, and the mind of my mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. Out of everything I came up with that Sunset could have done. Kissing me wasn't one of them. Though, as sudden as the act was. I kinda' didn't want it to end. There was something about Sunset. Something is hidden deep within her, that made me want to comfort her, to be there for her, to give her something taken from her long, long ago. And to be honest, being kissed by Elf Goddess is one mark off my bucket list.

The kiss didn't last long, even if it felt like forever. Sunset pulled away, a faint smile creased her lips. Her solemn, tormented, aquamarine eyes met mine, and without thinking. My hand cupped her cheek. Her eyes closed, enjoying the touch of my hand. It's as if my touch didn't hurt her like all the others before. She held it there, even as tears fell down her face. She looked so innocent, but I knew, deep down, she lost that a long time ago.

"Normally, I would be furious that I let a male kiss me, that one touched me. Then again, you're no longer male, the Portal changed you, and if I'm honest with myself. I truly, from the depth of my black heart, enjoyed every second of it," she choked out a pitiful sob and pulled away. "You're a good person, Gry...far more than I ever was,"

"Sunset, I don't understand," I said quietly.

"You will, in time, when you go through my Core memories," she smiled sadly. "It's funny. If my soul was influencing the power behind my decisions, all I'd know is unending rage and hatred towards you. It has been a long time since I've felt at peace, and I don't want this feeling to end, but I know it will. Your Soul is going to start correcting the mistakes within your mind. That's what Soul Memory Restoration does. It eliminates the contaminated memories that you've acquired."

I could only stare at her in silence. No words, nothing. I don't understand. How could I? One moment, Sunset is a monotone voice in my mind, the next a collection of thoughts and feelings. Now she has a physical body incapable of hiding how she truly feels. The kiss, her confession, her smile, the tears, her rage, anger, sorrow, pain, and joy. All of it confused me.

Her inhibitor is gone. Her Soul. If what I understand about her Soul is correct. Then without the source of her very being, her consciousness is at the mercy of my own. I'm influencing her, she knows it. She wants it. Had she only known, only felt, pain throughout her life? If the metaphorical representation of her mindscape is correct...then what happened to her?

Sunset's right. I will understand who she is. She knows I wouldn't let her go without an explanation, but due to the time constraints. I only had three days before her memories got deleted from my mind. And she lied to me. She could have taken over my body whenever she desired. I had only a minuscule amount of power compared to her, and everything I've done up to this point was by borrowing her strength. So why didn't she? Why?

So I asked, "Sunset, you could take over anytime you want. So why didn't you?"

She chuckled at the question, "Your Soul is influencing me. I don't mind it doing so. I've never felt so loved in my life. Not by my friends or foster family in Edmonton. Not by my friends in California. Not by anyone in Equestria," her smile died, and in its place, solace. "I'm a vain, jealous, greedy bitch, and there is nothing in the world that I covet most than Love, and to be honest, I wanted to, but I'm so tired. If I took over your body, then I would be consumed by my rage once more. I don't want that. I really, really, don't want that to happen to me again," another round of tears kissed her cheeks. "Why do you care so much about this broken, fucked-up girl?"

"Because someone has to, so why not the one who took your pain away?" I replied with a weak smile. "If your foster parents were here now. They would say the same thing. They were there for you, and I'm sure, even if you followed through with your plans. They would still love you."

"Even if I want to rape, torture, and abuse underaged girls? Even if I want to murder thousands and enslave the rest? The things I wanted to do to Equestria would make Hitler and Stalin look saintly. I don't think anyone would want to associate with me after all that. Especially if I force them to watch me murder a ten-year-old girl with a magically created cock," Sunset said licking her lips with an extremely disturbing smile.

"They're your parents. Of course, they would still love you, even if what you want to do is evil. There was good in you once," I responded gently, causing her mentally scaring grin to transform into a frown. Then her face morphed back into a cracked mask of depression as she looked away for a moment.

"It's funny when I looked into the Mirror of Destiny all those years ago. I saw myself wearing a black jacket with over a thousand people standing with me. Some had matching coats while others wore simple clothes or armor. What I've forgotten up until now about that image were my eyes. They were emerald flame-green. The same color as your eyes, Gry. Isn't that funny? The Mirror of Destiny showed me you," she wondered out loud.

I didn't know how to respond to that. Sunset knew it. That's why she said it. Another mystery for me to solve at a later date. She looked away, her eyes peering down her hall with a face of disgust. I don't blame her. Only monstrosities inhabit her mind. She looked back towards me with a look of calculation. It feels like she's searching for something deep within me. What does she see? I wouldn't know. Not for a while anyway.

When she looked away again, this time down my hall, another honest smile creased her lips. I guess she found what she was searching for, but what that was. I couldn't tell. I remained still where I stood. Not because I'm afraid of Sunset. That much is true. She scares me. No, I stood there for her. Waiting, like a statue, if she needed something to lean on again. That's the least I could do at the moment. That's all I could do at the moment. The spell cast to keep her Core memories, as well as all her magic and scientific knowledge, was taking its sweet time. I needed something to remember her by. Why not her legacy? I think she knew what I was doing if her brand new smirk was anything to go by.

"If you keep my Core memories, they will influence you in subtle ways depending on the emotions associated with them. Don't be surprised if you gained a sudden fetish for public masturbation, cravings for peanut butter, or feeling discomfort while wearing something that covers your stomach," she giggled as my eyes went wide in shock, and for how cute she looked. Her joy died as quickly as it came again. "Thank you...for keeping a part of me close to your heart. You have no idea how much that means to me, and before the spell finishes me off. Can you promise me something?"

"That depends on what you're asking me, but sure. I'll keep a promise," I said with a nod.

"Promise me that you'll become the greatest Mage in the world. Promise me that you'll take care of my foster family," the tears were back, and something's happening to her. Her legs, Sunset's legs! They're disintegrating! 'Fuck, I thought I had more time to talk to her! She wasn't supposed to disappear for a minimum of three days once Soul Memory Restoration is cast! I still have questions that need answering, and I don't want to dive into her past to find them! Fuck! What to do? What to do?!'

"Hey, it's alright. So long as you have my Core, what made me: Me. Then all your questions will be answered," she said sadly, her transparent hand placed on my shoulder. I tried to grab hold of it, but my hand went right through.

"I'm sorry," Sunset sighed. "I lied to you again. It's for the best, however. There is one more promise I want you to make before I go. Can you keep it?"

"S-Sure," I managed to choke out. "I'll keep it like the others."

"Thank you, Gry," she said softly as her entire body turned to ash. She looked into my eyes one last time. Rage, Hate, and absolute Fury filled her aquamarine orbs. I never looked away, and before she completely disappeared from my mind, she said with a dead, frozen tone, "Promise me you'll kill the seven who wronged me, the seven who made me who I am. Promise. M̸̄͐҉̛̞͉̜̠̠̺͉ͅȇ̌̔ͪ̆͗҉̗̭̮̗͖͎͜."

"I-I promise."

"Thank you," she sniffled happily. "Thank you, Gry. For everything. For killing me, for remembering who I truly was, for giving me something I lost long ago, and for allowing me some rest. Thank you, Gry. Thank you."

With those words, she fell apart like a wilted rose made of ash and scattered to the wind. Never to be seen, never to be heard, loved, acknowledged, or wanted. Not now, not ever. Not in the past, present, or future. The only one who'll ever know who Sunset truly was, is the one who ended her life.

I fell to my knees and looked down Sunset's hall. There weren't as many doors as there was before. Those that remained were her Core memories and all her knowledge of magic and science. I'll begin looking through them from the start once I've had time to adjust. For now, I pulled the Metamorphasis Spell from what remained and activated it. The Metamorphosis Spells was her first step on becoming the greatest Mage in Equestria. I was the logical place to start. I made a promise, three of them, and I plan on keeping them. It's the least I could do for her.

It's the least I could do for Sunset Shimmer, and I never break a promise.

Not now. Not ever. For I am Gry Solana.