Everything felt off—My hearing, my breathing, sense of touch, smell, sound, all of it amplified beyond what would be considered normal. My body felt lighter and also heavier at the same time, especially around my chest area. It's as if there were two firm-but-soft mounds of flesh compressing my chest. They weren't uncomfortable, just...different, and a little sensitive to the touch.

With the haze of sleep clouding my thought process, I absentmindedly tried to push the mounds off my chest. They moved, slightly, but remained firmly attached. Frowning at the defiance, I roughly grabbed hold of one of the fleshy-orbs and pulled. It still didn't come off, and the action of trying caused both physical pain and pleasure. The involuntary groan of delightful aguish confirmed it rather embarrassingly. However, I was still in the state of 'morning zombie.' So naturally, I tried again, but this time I grabbed the other one.

"Mm~nn," came out my mouth...like a feminine zombie. Odd.

I finally decided to awaken from my slumber and investigate the things attached to my chest. To begin my investigation, I activated my biomechanical devices of ocular observation attached to my face. When they completed their initial program of opening their protective coverings, I got a blurry view of a well-decorated white room with some unknown machinery. Confused with my scenery, I cleared my eyes with my hands to get a better view of the environment I've found myself in.

'Huh, I'm in a hospital. Great,' I thought with a feminine groan of annoyance.

My hospital room looked quite fancy; dark mahogany dressers lined the wall underneath a closed window, two matching end tables sat next to my king-sized bed, paintings of exotic landscapes lined the medically-white walls, and your standard medical machinery sat to the right side of my bed. There were two sets of doors of heavy-duty doors. Like seriously! The one opening up to the rest of the hospital looked like it could take a fucking Semtex Satchel Charge without scuffing the paint! Then again, if by judging the furniture in my room. It did make some sense for the added security. I couldn't understand why I, of all people, was placed in such an expensive room. I guess I'll find out when the nurse shows up to check up on me.

Pulling myself from my general observations, I was made aware of another pressing matter that required my immediate attention—I had to piss. Why did that turn me on slightly?

'Alright, Sunset, have you read the script? I know most girls aren't comfortable with certain fetishes, so if you want to bow out for this flick. I completely understand,' spoke a woman with a German accent.

'It's fine. I don't mind getting a bit wet or dirty. I'm into most non-extreme kinks anyway,' a girl with a strangely familiar voice replied.

'Oh. Oh god. Oh. My. Fucking. God! Sunset! That was a piece of Sunset's memories!'

Sunset, the cave, the hall, doors, information, three promises, everything that happened while I slept all came rushing back to me. I began to hyperventilate. "Please, don't tell me that was real. Please tell me it was a dream!" I begged, holding my chest. That's when I felt those fleshy-mounds again, and I made the mistake of looking down. My breath hitched at the sight of a pair of large breasts. That's also when I saw everything else that was out of place. "I...I-I need a mirror. The bathroom! It has one!" Jumping out of my bed in fear, I rushed to the bathroom, slammed open the door, and looked at the person staring back at me with wide, fear-filled, aquamarine eyes.

The person had thick, shoulder-length, rose-red and sun-yellow hair. She had long and naturally smokey eyelashes, the face of a youthful goddess of beauty, a supermodel complexion, fair skin, and long, anime-style, elf ears that hugged the skull. She also looked young, around the age of sixteen if I had to guess. Her body-type didn't have the look of being fully mature, even though it would make most models green with envy. Then there were the clothes she wore if you could call them that.

Her fairly large breasts were held up by white-silk cloth wrapping around her back and neck. A matching white-silk loin-cloth that fell all the way down to her ankles covered her groin and butt while showing off her deliciously voluptuous hips and thighs, and I could see some of the silk covering her pussy for extra modesty. Thankfully, she didn't have any scars to speak of. If she did, explaining them would be extremely difficult.

During my brief observation, I noticed the person in the mirror looking where I was. Not only that but when I lifted my hand to touch my chest, she did the same. When I felt my ears, she followed the same action. When I opened my mouth and stuck out the impressively long tongue, (the tip reached an inch below the chin), she copied me.

Tears began to fall down our cheeks in knowing realization. Or I should say: They fell down my cheeks. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. I changed, transformed, into the very person I killed. I became the one who I promised, who I kept a piece of, in a last ditched attempt of remembrance. Is this a cruel joke? Punishment for what I've done? Is this penance as a result for erasing the existence of an individual? Not only did Sunset die in the Portal, but to add insult to injury, Gry as well? Is this what Sunset meant when she said: "the Portal changed you?" Does it matter? Should it? Do I want it to? So many questions, and not enough answers. Well, ones that mattered.

I didn't mind the gender-bender, I was bisexual anyway, and magic can give me back my male reproductive organs if I want them. Pregnancy? Sunset had her tubes tied, so I don't know if that's possible for me anyway. Though if I could, the idea does intrigue me, but I don't think I'll be starting a family anytime soon.

What truly bothers me about the transformation has to be the fact that I will have to deal with Sunset's past. All the Hate, all the Rage, the Pain, Fear, Anger, Wrath, Lust, and Agony; I will have to deal with it all, and possibly the cause for those vile emotions and memories. It's one thing to hold onto her most private memories. It's another thing entirely to live through them all over again in real time.

With my realization over, I collapsed. My knees met hard marble tiling. Arms hugged my trembling body. The shock was over, and in its place: Sorrow and Fear. Sorrow for what has happened. Fear for the events yet to come. Choked sobs echoed in the luxurious bathroom, and for a few minutes. I let my emotions free.

When I finished my little episode, everything became clear. Sorta. The long, hot shower made everything else foggy, but that's due to the steaming water creating condensation on the opaque glass of the large walk-in shower. What came clear to me was Sunset's lie. I understand why she did it. Frankly, I would also. Telling an individual the true extent of just how in control someone is of your body would freak anyone out, and prevent any form of intelligent conversation.

The real Sunset, in the few seconds she had before her demise, accomplished three objectives: The first one was implanting her consciousness and memories in my body. I knew this already. Sunset explained it to me while I slept. What she didn't mention, what she lied to me about, was the full extent of just how much she changed my body. Only my Mind and Soul remained, and if they didn't influence her. Then I wouldn't exist as I did now in my current form.

I had another mental breakdown in the shower when I figured that out.

As for the second and third thing she did to assume complete control over my person? Well, the second involved a permanent Transmutation Spell that acted like the Polyjuice Potion from Harry Potter. She pretty much altered my entire genetic structure to perfectly match her own in every way, shape, and form, and gave herself some improvements. In other words: I'm a perfect biological clone.

Her final change to my body had to do with my ability to use magic. She ripped out her Magic Core from her body, separated it from her very Soul, and implanted into my own. The worst part about all of this? If she had two more seconds of flight-time, she would have latched her Soul onto mine. Two. Seconds. I don't know whether to be happy or terrified about my epiphany.

The only good thing about her changes had to be the fact that it's near impossible to mistake me for an imposter. It would take a Soul Mage to tell the difference, and Soul Magic of that caliber is highly illegal. What Sunset knew fell under the School of Restoration, which is legal for medical purposes. Of course, what she had access to she modified to suit her own needs. So, I got lucky in that regard.

I left the shower feeling clean with a hint of melancholy. Two towels I found underneath the marble sink—One covered my body, the other wrapped around my head. I didn't have much energy to care about the details of the bathroom, but I did notice a laundry hamper next to the door. That's where I left my borderline lingerie clothes. However, the one thing I was forced to care about had to be the stranger in my room waiting patiently next to my bed.

She wore a modern-looking light blue nurse scrubs with a rather generic labcoat, a matching cap, and she had a red cross over her heart and one on her hat. Now, that would be normal to see in a twenty-first-century hospital. What isn't normal is the pair of peach-colored feathered wings that came up to her chin and down to her knees. Did I mention her short, pointed ears? Or how about her pink hair tied in a bun? And don't forget her pink carnation eyes! They looked quite pretty actually, if a bit strange.

'She's a Valkyrie and a Nurse, and I completely forgot I'm in a hospital during my shower. The Nurse probably came by to check on me during her rounds,' I concluded privately. 'At least she waited outside the bathroom. I don't think I could have handled the shock of being walked in on while having my existential crisis.'

"Umm, may I help you?" I asked with the intelligence of a fish, and with a slight wince. 'Right, I have Sunset's voice now. That's not going to bother me for a while.'

The nurse gave me a warm smile and replied in a chirpy alto voice, "Good morning, Lady Shimmer. I am Nurse Joy. I'm responsible for your day-to-day care until Doctor Strange—your primary healthcare Physician—determines whether or not you're healthy enough to leave Canterlot General Hospital. Are there any questions you need answering before we begin going making sure everything is in tip-top shape? Perhaps some breakfast?"

Shaking my head from the shock of seeing an angel nurse that vaguely looked familiar, "Well, aside from waking up in erotic clothing, nothing much really. Something to wear would be nice, same with breakfast," I replied before making my way to the dressers to check what's in them. I opened the first one and cringed. 'Yeeeah, I'm not wearing that. What happened to my Walmart clothes? I kinda' liked those.'

"Is there anything specific you desire for breakfast?" she inquired further as I searched through the dressers. And each one that I dug through became progressively worse with what I saw in the drawers. There was no way in hell I would wear those overly frilly demonic monstrosities.

"I'll have whatever so long as it doesn't gain sentience and try to run away to freedom...or attack me," I shrugged nonchalantly. Nurse Joy giggled, and I sat down on my bed, wondering if I could request something to wear other than...whatever the fuck was in those dressers. So I asked, "Can I request something to wear that didn't come from whatever pit those things in the dressers crawled out of?"

Nurse Joy giggled again, "I'll have a courier acquire what you desire while you eat. Just write what you want down on—" she paused to hand me a piece of paper and a pencil "—this, but please be reasonable."

"Whatever you say, Nurse Giggles."

o0o - Celestia - o0o

Celestia heard the news an hour ago by one of her guards, that her daughter as awakened from her involuntary slumber. She put everything on hold—All her appointments, her meetings with the nobility, her yoga lessons, even her daily intake of cake! All of it so she could prepare for the long-awaited reunion of her long-lost girl.

She stood in her room finishing up the final touches of her 'Welcome Home' present to Sunset. Inside the little ornate box resting on a velvet cushion, was a finely cut aquamarine emerald. It's a simple thing. Most Magi received one when they are born to help them learn and cast magic. It's called a Focus, which as the name implies—The little crystal gets embedded in the center of the forehead for better control when using magic. For some Magi, it's necessary for more advanced Spells. For others, it's near impossible to even access their Magical Core without it. Celestia noticed Sunset without hers, so she personally commissioned the finest one for her.

"I hope she likes it," Celestia sighed as she finished decorating the box with a rose-red ribbon to tie it shut. She gave it a scrutinizing look, making sure everything was perfect. Sunset deserved that much. Once she was happy with the results, Celestia carefully picked up the box and carried it out of her pathetically bland room.

Waiting patiently outside her castle suite wearing a rather basic black suit with a matching tight-fitting skirt, was Celestia's secretary, Raven Inkwell. The stoic Magi held a clipboard behind her back while standing at attention with her signature no-nonsense expression permanently carved onto her face. Celestia gave her a polite nod while continuing her journey to the hospital. Raven followed suit.

"Hello, Raven. Is everything I've asked for ready?" Celestia inquired. Two days ago she had the entire castle staff prepare Sunset's apartment for when she arrived. Everyone available dedicated all hours of the day decorating one of the castle's most luxurious apartments. Celestia had it filled to the bring with books on magic, art, clothes, and other gifts she thought Sunset would like. Not only that, but Celestia even had a few ambassadors from various countries around the world wanting to meet Sunset.

Also, she planned on having Sunset meet her student, Twilight Sparkle, in the hopes that they would become friends. Her student, in particular, could use one that wasn't an academic groupie or one that would use Twilight for selfish reasons. That and Twilight spent more time with her books than with actual people. Her anti-social behaviors were concerning, especially since her student is the Element of Magic. Without friends, then the Elements of Harmony won't activate, and without the Elements of Harmony. Equestria will fall at the hands of Nightmare Moon. Maybe they can bond over their magical studies? It's worth a shot.

"Everything has been properly prepared," Raven curtly replied. "Though, there is one problem in the form of our Griffonian guest."

Celestia returned to reality with a raised brow, "What has Galahad gotten himself into now?"

"The booze, a couple of maids, and he's been picking fights with our Kitsune ambassador Naruko Epikkusunō, and her honor guard," Raven huffed. "Honestly, I have no idea why the Griffonian Emperor sends that drunk and his merry band of joyful degenerates as their nation's representatives. All they do is cause trouble."

Celestia couldn't help but smile, "Because Emperor Jellal knows Galahad will drive our nobles up the walls. It's quite entertaining to watch. There's never a dull moment with him around."

"Torturing the government with a foreign aid wouldn't look pleasant in the eyes of our allies," Raven groaned in anguish. "Especially when the victims come running to me with their complaints. I will defect if this abuse continues!"

"Oh, shush," Celestia giggled." I heard you say the same thing a week ago, and I have yet to see you pack your bags when Blueblood started to rant and rave over a stain on his shirt yesterday."

"Whatever. Let's continue to the hospital. Sunset should have finished her medical exams by now," Raven sighed in defeat.

A rock formed in the back of Celestia's throat, "Of course."

o0o - Sunset(Gry) - o0o

I stood in front of a blushing Nurse Joy wearing my new threads. The reason why her face was bright red? I may or may not have got dressed in front of her in a very seductive way. Or maybe because what I asked for looked a bit revealing. So long as I was comfortable and stylish, I didn't care what anyone would think.

I wore an open, black, midriff short-sleeved hoodie that has flame-orange inner-lining with my Cutie Mark stitched on the back, an orange, skin-tight midriff tank top that accentuated my tits, a black push-up bra, and fingerless leather gloves. For my legs; I wore a black thong underneath black denim short-shorts held up by a flame-orange belt, and to complete the set! I wore ankle-high black Neighpon battle sandals. Also, with the aid of my Nurse, I got the measurements for my bra, (it was 32-D-Even), and my biological age.

I'm sixteen again. I went from twenty-one to sixteen in a matter of hours. Sunset was two years older than me, and now I have to relive two years of puberty, but that's the cost of a permanent Transmutation Spell. Well, Sunset intended it that way. I think. I'll find out later. Also, I stood five-foot-four-inches tall, my ears measured at eight-inches in length, and I'm expected to see Doctor Strange in a few minutes. I wondered if Sunset would approve of my outfit? I did ask for a shirt as well, but when I put it on. It felt very uncomfortable. Like there was an itchy anvil crushing my stomach. I'm not sure why, nor does Sunset. She always felt uncomfortable wearing something that covered her belly. Weird, but I can live with it.

'I know I'm perfectly healthy...physically at least, but I have no idea how to pay for my hospital bills,' I thought while collapsing onto my bed with an exaggerated groan of eternal boredom. This action earned me another giggle from Nurse Joy. I couldn't help but grin slightly in amusement. Nurse Joy looked very cute with her cheeks tinted pink, and the little flutters of her wings only made her more adorable. Though, as much as I wanted to embarrass her more than she already is. I had more pressing matters that required my attention. I sighed. 'Doctor Strange is going to make sure my magic isn't going to cause me problems. Which meant I get to see if the Metamorphosis Spell actually worked. I hope it did. Sunset spent several years creating that little miracle, and I don't want her work to be all for nothing,'

I didn't have to wait long until Doctor Strange came in and...oh my God! He looks exactly like an elf version of Marvel's Doctor Strange! Please tell me he sounds like Benny. That would be fucking awesome! Jaw-dropping imagery aside, my hero walked into my room carrying a clipboard and a large, square, decorative piece of glass. I instantly sat up with a goofy smile plastered on my face.

"Haven't even said anything and the girl is already perky," the Doctor mumbled just loud enough for me to hear. 'He even sounds like Benedict Cumberbatch! Eee~hee~hee!'

"Ahem, yes, well, I'm glad you find my presence interesting Sunset Shimmer, but let's keep things strictly professional?" he coughed before connecting the piece of decorative glass to one of the machines next to my bed. Once it was secure, he turned the machine on and brought over to my bed. If I remembered correctly, the machine he turned on was a device meant to scan the Mana Pathways of the body and display them on the piece of glass he brought with him. 'Excellent! Now I can see if the MetaSpell worked!'

Doctor Strange turned to my Nurse with a roll of his eyes, "Nurse Joy, please give me the general synopsis for our bubbly patient here. I need a basic rundown before I begin diving into her magicis-system. Our residential grump, Doctor House, notice something strange with it during his initial diagnosis."

'HE SAID IT! HE SAID THE WORD! EEEEEEE!' I squealed girlishly in my mind. I mean, can you blame me? It's DOCTOR STRANGE! He's my number one HERO of the Marvel Universe! And he's standing in the same room as me! And he's a WIZARD! A WIZARD! I could die of happiness right now!

"Well, there isn't anything wrong with her, physically at least. No scarring, tattoos, or artificial marks of any kind on her body; her weight is a little off, but that's mostly due to her oddly dense bone and muscle structure. I have also noticed that her emotions are confusingly dull compared to the average citizen. However, when she does feel emotions, they come off rather...intensely, as you can clearly see," Nurse Joy explained with a chuckle.

"Quite," he hummed thoughtfully. "Is there anything else to note? Anything that stands out aside from obvious signs of developing Borderline Personality Disorder?"

I couldn't help but feel a little offended and concerned about being hastily diagnosed with BPD. I mean, I'd take that disorder over seizures any day of the week. But I can't seriously be developing it?! I had a very healthy relationship with my emotions! The only way I could possibly acquire...that...the MetaSpell. Sunset hypothesized that the Spell could potentially cause psychological harm in exchange for the enhanced senses. Great. That's a mood killer. Still better than seizures though.

"Not that I know of," Nurse replied cautiously. I noticed her give me some worried looks when she said that. I think she must have felt my mood change. Yay me! I got an empath for a nurse! I hope she doesn't notice my feelings towards peanut butter...or chocolate. I've been having cravings for both ever since breakfast. 'Please tell me I won't become an exhibitionist. I prefer to keep my sex life in the bedroom, thank you very much.'

"Alrighty' then. Now! Lady Shimmer, as you already know from patiently listening in silence, I'm Doctor Strange Conquering Crown, or Doctor Strange if you prefer. I'm your royally assigned personal Family Physician, Obstetrician/Gynecologist, Dermatologist, Ophthalmologist, Neurologist, Psychologist, and Magicalogist," he introduced himself with a straight face.

'Jesus-Buda-Cthulhu-Lucifer-Xenu fucking Christ! Overqualified much?! Whoever assigned him to be my doctor I'm not paying for his bill!'

"I know, I know, I'm a bit overqualified, but I assure you that you don't need to worry about me charging an insane amount of Bits just for talking to me. I'm not like my other colleagues, and I'd like to keep it that way," he rolled his eyes.

'Can he read my mind?!'

"No, I cannot read your mind. It's just that easy to predict your current thought process, and if we are having this hypothetical conversation in your mind. I have a schedule to keep and more important patients to attend to than a Princess with a funky magicis-system."

"O-Okay," I nodded dumbly. "What's wrong with it and who assigned you to me?"

"The Internal Magicsis Scanner can properly show us the issues, or at least, give us an understanding. Doctor House felt something off with your Aura during your little nap," He pointed to the machine he activated. "As for who gave me the privilege of being your Doctor? You can thank Princess Celestia for that. Now enough wasting time and stand up so we can get a proper reading."

Doing as he said, I got up and stood with a fairly relaxed posture against the wall while Doctor Strange grabbed a crystalline rod. Nurse Joy proceeded to move behind the impatient doctor so not to get in the way of the business end of the machine. I idly wondered what would show up on the sheet of glass. I knew it showed the magicis-system of any individual. For Magi, it looked like a softball-sized seed with a thin stem trailing up through the body to the forehead. Terrans looked like they had a secondary nervous-system, while Valkyries appeared in the form of a tree that had branches in their wings. Also wondered how Strange would react to the results of the MetaSpell. Would he freak out? Would he try to fix it? Would he question how I'm alive? I didn't have to wait long for the answers.

"Hold still for a moment," Doctor Strange said, pointing the rod at me. "This machine is one of the older models, so try not to move."

The next thing I knew was a peculiar sensation, followed by a flash of light, then utter silence. When my vision cleared from the sudden blindness, I saw both Doctor Strange and Nurse Joy staring in pure shock at what is displaying on the machine, and when I took a gander. I couldn't prevent the devilish smile from forming on my lips.

'It worked. The Metamorphosis Spell worked! Sunset is a fucking genius!'

There on the machine for the world to see was my magicis-system. Instead of a little seed in the center of the chest that connected to the forehead, there was a complex web-like system throughout my body. The tendrils, tubes, ropes, vines, and strings penetrated every muscle, every bone! Even my tongue, ears, fingers, toes, nose, breasts, and pussy. My circulatory-system looked like its coated in fiber-like hairs. My nervous-system appeared to be braided, and don't get me started on my brain! It's so indescribably intricate and complex. I'd have better luck explaining String Theory to deaf and blind toddler. What I can say about the Mana Pathways in my brain involves the two crisscrossing ropes that connect to my eyes. They resemble the Chakra Pathways found in those with a Dōjutsu in Naruto. Interesting, but not important at the moment.

After my observation, Doctor Strange decided to look my way with a very serious expression. I, however, had a knowing smirk plastered on my face. He didn't like it. "I'm guessing by the look on your face, Lady Shimmer, that you know why your magicis-system looks the way it does, as well as the fact that your Mana is nine-times denser and three-times more concentrated than the average Magi. Care to explain that?" he inquired in a dead-serious tone.

Crossing my arms under my melons, I replied after pulling the memories from Sunset's Vault, "It's a Spell I developed on the other side of the Portal. It causes my Magical Core to go under a Metamorphasis. This evolution is similar to how a plant grows from a seed and blooms into a beautiful flower. The roots dig themselves throughout the body while the Magical Core transforms into the head of the flower. Meanwhile, the Mana condenses and purifies itself, the Spiritual and Physical Energy harmonize, and all my senses are amplified."

"In other words—" I leaned forward with a cheeky grin, "—I evolved."

Doctor Strange stared at me for a moment, contemplating the little tidbit of information I just gave him. Nurse Joy, on the other hand, stared at me with wide eyes. It was kinda' creepy to be honest. Especially with how her wings twitched erratically every few seconds. A little concerning but I think she's just nervous or scared of me. I didn't mind all that much.

When Strange finished his train of thought, he pinched the bridge of his nose with a groan of absolute annoyance, "I always get the weird ones. Why can't I get someone normal? Why always me? I miss Stylish Stark..."

I couldn't help but giggle.

o0o - Celestia - o0o

After a few detours and an annoying confrontation with her nephew—Prince Vladimir Blueblood—Celestia entered Canterlot Hospital with her package still intact. Even after several close calls with a few civilians, a couple of rowdy nobles, runaway rainclouds, and bird guano, she managed to keep her present for Sunset clean and scat-free. She made sure of it.

Celestia let out a sigh of relief when she entered the pleasantly cool hospital lobby. Despite being the Goddess of the Sun, she didn't like the heat all that much. Her palms get sticky easily, her skin tans horribly, and on the rare occasion when she does go to the beach for some relaxation. She requires a few hundred layers of SPF-1000000. The Valkyries made the day a little too warm for her liking, and with all the random events that stifled her mission with her general dislike of the warmth? She gained a bit of a sweat.

'And I just had a shower this morning...'

Waiting patiently in the lobby for her was Doctor Strange. He's a peculiar individual—intelligent, skillful, generous, and very curious. One day, he appeared out of nowhere in the Canterlot Archives through a gold, spinning ring wearing a red cape and blue Saddle Arabian mage robes. The event was a little concerning considering he bypassed all the anti-teleportation wards that protect the building from intruders. Even more worrying was the fact he went straight for the Black Archives, phased through the enchantments protecting that section of the Archives, and proceeded to erase all tomes on Chronomancy.

When she confronted him on his actions, he simply shrugged and said rather flippantly, "Hylia asked me to erase those volumes. If you want to complain to someone about my actions; travel back in time by three-thousand five-hundred and forty-two years, go to the Forest of Twilight, get passed Hylia's protective charms, find her cottage, and complain to her. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm hungry for some shawarma, and there's this amazing restaurant in Agrabah that makes the best chicken wraps. Later!" He then disappeared through another flaming gold ring with a wave and without a trace.

Celestia found him again in Neighpon eating noddles a few months later. He gave her a raised brow before returning to his meal. No words, no acknowledgment, just complete indifference. She would have felt a little miffed at his lack of care, but she found his attitude a little refreshing. After sharing a few bowls of miso soup, Celestia managed to get a bit more information out of him regarding his actions in the Black Archives. The information he gave disturbed her greatly.

"Hylia requested those tomes to be destroyed to prevent disaster and to prevent you from changing certain events in the past. Both she and I saw the future of what would have happened if I didn't destroy those books. Suffice to say, but the entire planet splits apart into continental-sized shards due to a fight between you and the one you abandoned due to your pride. Which you lose spectacularly by the way."

'An apocalyptic battle between herself and the one she abandoned due to her pride.'

The Goddess of Magic, The Mother of Din, Nayru, Farore, and all Magi; saw the complete and total destruction of the world at the hands of herself and the one she abandoned due to her pride. What bothered her the most about the revelation was the next words Strange said to her after finishing his meal.

"Hylia is quite fond of a girl named Sunset Shimmer you know. After all, she's the youngest sibling of the Three Hero Sisters and heir to the Twilight Crown. Shame she fled through the Portal of Destiny. Hylia isn't happy about that, Celestial Lily."

Never had she felt such fear when hearing her real name before. Just thinking of the memory sent shivers down her spine. The amount of malice in his voice when he said those words made her feel a fear she hasn't felt since the Era of Unity: The fear of imminent death. No doubt he learned her real name from Hylia, and to make matters worse. The most powerful of the primordial gods, Hylia, the Goddess of Magic, knew about Sunset, and that she is keeping an eye on her. Celestia wouldn't fail Sunset again. She couldn't. She wouldn't! Now that Sunset's back in Equestria, Celestia will ensure Hylia's chosen heir ascends to her rightful place as the Twilight Princess. Celestia didn't want to know what would happen if she failed her task.

"Good afternoon, Strange. Are you doing well today?" Celestia greeted calmly. She didn't want to be impolite to an agent of Hylia...despite their history.

Strange shrugged, "Could be doing better, or something that doesn't cause my brain cells to commit mass suicide. Your daughter is quite good at throwing everything I know about Equestria magic out the window. Twilight Sparkle doesn't hold a candle to Lady Shimmer."

"I see..." Celestia didn't know how to respond to that. Twilight is quite exemplary when it comes to magic, but to have Strange acknowledge Sunset's skill over her student is a little worrying. Her daughter shouldn't have been able to continue her magical studies in a world without magic. Not only that but when it comes to natural growth, Twilight should be leagues ahead as well. Celestia planned on having her student tutor Sunset in order for them to bond over a common interest and also to reintroduce Sunset to Magic and Equestrian Academics in general. How far ahead was Sunset when it came to magic before her departure?

She didn't know.

She didn't pay attention as she should have.

All she had were her transcripts from her time in Celestia's School for Gifted Magi. That's it. Nothing else. No journals. No projects. No notes, documents, or even a Grimoire. Nothing. Celestia felt even more guilty about her lack of attention. She'll need to give Sunset a test in a few days on her growth. Perhaps a duel between her and Twilight? That sounds like a splendid idea!

"How is Sunset? Doctor House noticed something wrong with her memories and her magicis-system. Will...will she be alright?" Celestia asked with a hint of trepidation. Strange motioned her to follow.

"Something tried to invade her mind and take control of her body. I'm not sure what, why, or how, but what I do know is that the entity left behind a signature," Strange explained as they walked through the hospital. "As for her magicis-system? Perfectly healthy. What House probably felt was her magic healing the damage done by the mental attack," he said dismissively.

Celestia's hand clenched in anger, "What can you tell me about this signature?" her voice echoed with a vicious growl. The various nurses and doctors unconsciously stepped away from the tone of the Aetherial's voice. Strange, however, wasn't even phased, but the dangerous look in his eyes disturbed everyone around him even more than Celestia's voice.

"The Royal Guard, especially the Captain, isn't to be trusted around her. Keep them, and all who are loyal to Shining Armor, as far away from Sunset as physically possible," Strange replied venomously.

Celestia stopped in her tracks and stared at Strange in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Doctor Strange looked at her with an icy stare that froze everything it saw, "Who do you think tried to enslave Sunset and turn her into nothing but a breeding tool? Who was the one that found her in the first place?"

"Shining Armor."

Author's Note

I wonder why Hylia is interested in Sunset?

I mean, it's obvious that I know. I'm writing this story after all. Still, I wonder where she came from? Hmmm.

And why time magic?