Bonus Chapter: Changing Melody

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(Note: This bonus chapter contains spoilers for the main Fallout: Equestria fanfiction!)

My name is—no, was—Shining Star. However, you will come to know me as Shining Belle.
This is the story of how I became what I was always meant to be.
From a stallion to a mare and from a unicorn to an alicorn.
The story begins in my best friend Strawberry Sunrise's bar in the Tenpony Tower:

I was sitting frustrated at Strawberry's counter. She had already cleaned up and put the chairs away. Now, she was looking at me with concern.
“Belle, what's wrong?” she asked. I just grumbled and looked down at my jacket. I took it off, crumpled it, and threw it across the room. “I don’t want to wear this anymore when I sing. I’m not a damned stallion. But nobody seems to care, except for you,”

I sniffed as tears rolled down my cheeks. Yes, I was born in the body of a stallion, but inside, I was always a mare. Strawberry handed me a tissue, which I accepted gratefully.
“You know, Berry, I would love to sing in a dress just once—and with a female voice. Homage showed me a spell that could make it happen.”

When I mentioned a dress, Strawberry's eyes lit up. “Belle, come with me—I think I know something that will cheer you up.” I followed her into her room, located just behind the bar. She trotted over to her wardrobe and pulled out a simple black dress with a pearl necklace. “Would you like to try it on? I can also do your makeup and style your mane if you want. Then you can sing something by Sapphire Shores for me. What do you think?”

I stood there, stunned. Tears welled up again, and I hugged her as tightly as I could. Then, I floated the dress toward me, and Berry started helping me put it on. It fit perfectly, even though it felt a little strange since I was much taller than her. She giggled. “This is a little gift for you, my dear Belle. Your very own evening gown. I hope you like it.” I blushed. I felt more wonderful than I ever had in my life; it was as if Hearth’s Warming Eve and my birthday had melted together into a sundae topped with infinite happiness. I wanted to go to the mirror, but Berry stopped me. “Wait—let me finish first. You’ll like the result even more then.” She untangled the mess of pins from my mane and brushed it out. “Why do you do this to your mane every day, sweetheart? Just to look like someone else?” I nodded sadly.

She hugged me with her wings and continued, styling my mane into an elegant yet simple long braid that reached the ground. She only fluffed up my tail a bit. Then she began applying makeup with a cheerful smile. “All done,” she said brightly after a few minutes. I stepped in front of the mirror, and her work took my breath away. I gently touched my face.
“Is… is this really me?” She had even managed to make my muzzle look more sculpted. “If you’re done admiring yourself, come to the stage—I’ll be waiting there,” she giggled. I needed a few more moments; I was too overwhelmed. Then I walked onto the stage and looked at Berry—my best and probably only friend here in Tenpony Tower. My horn began to glow blue, and my voice changed into the one I imagined I would have had if I had been born a mare.

I gave her a one-hour concert. She was thrilled and clapped her hooves enthusiastically.
“Alright, sweetheart, you can take the dress with you. As I said, it’s a gift I’ve been wanting to give you for a long time, but now felt like the right time.” We shared a gentle hug. “And tomorrow, I’ll advertise a new act,” she said. I looked at her curiously. “Oh, a traveling performer? Who is it?” Berry grinned. “It’s Shining Belle.”

I blushed and almost choked on air. “A-are you sure? You know how some—no, most—of the ponies here feel about things like this.” She just smiled. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’ll be fine. And if anyone gets cheeky, I’ll call security.” I nodded and said goodbye. I didn’t want anyone to disturb my happiness at that moment, so I teleported to my suite, which was directly across from Berry’s bar. After removing my makeup and storing the dress and jacket in my wardrobe, I lay down to sleep.

I gazed out the window into the distance, feeling happy but also a little nervous. Would it all go well tomorrow? I fell asleep dreaming of being born a mare—of being able to wear any dress I wanted. The next day arrived. I practiced as much as I could, singing everything by Sapphire Shores and Sweetie Belle that I could hear on the radio or that Homage had shared with me. As evening approached, I stepped onto the stage, made up, styled, and wearing the wonderful dress my best friend had given me. The spotlight illuminated me as my horn glowed.

I began the first song, but before I could utter the first note, a stallion burst out laughing. “What’s this? Can’t the Tower afford real singers anymore?” My stomach tightened, and I felt a wave of cold wash over me. However, I took a deep breath and started singing. The first two songs went smoothly. Then came a beautiful piece by Sweetie Belle that I had been particularly looking forward to. I closed my eyes and poured my heart into it.

Midway through the song, I felt something on my horn. Were the guests throwing things at me? I wouldn’t put it past the travelers. Suddenly, my magic faded. It took me a moment to realize that my voice-changing spell had broken, and I was singing in the wrong voice. A giggle spread through the room, quickly followed by roaring laughter. My face turned bright red as Strawberry looked up at me in confusion. I wanted to teleport home, but I couldn’t.

Someone in the crowd shouted, “Look at that! These freaks think they can pass as mares. Get rid of them!” “Yeah, go away!” yelled several others. “We don’t want any weirdos here!” I collapsed on the stage, sobbing. Berry fluttered over, her gaze sharp enough to kill. “What’s wrong with you all? You’re bullying her just because she feels out of place in her body? She wanted to show you her true self today—and she did a wonderful job, until…” She reached for my horn and tugged on something that wouldn’t budge. “You stuck a magic-dampening ring on her horn?!”

Her face turned red with rage. “OUT! THIS BAR IS CLOSED!” The ringleader leaned back smugly. “You can’t kick us all out,” he sneered. It was clear he wasn’t from the Tower. “Oh, we’ll see about that…” Berry snapped, flying into her room. As the mob began throwing old fruit at me and booing, I sat there, covered in the mush. The ringleader handed out more fruit for a few caps. Moments later, three security ponies entered. “Alright, everyone out! Party’s over. Tower management’s orders!”

Some ponies grumbled as they trotted out, while others stayed silent. The ringleader leaned back, defiant. “You’ll have to drag me out of here.” Before security could respond, Berry’s voice came over the speakers above the door to her room. “I’ll throw you out myself!” She emerged clad in a black-and-pink power armor. The stallion’s smug expression faltered.
“An Enclave power armor?!” Berry flew over, grabbed him by the collar, and tossed him out the door. The security ponies took over from there.

Then she landed beside me, stepped out of the armor, and wrapped me in her wings. “Oh, Belle, I didn’t want this to happen. I thought the ponies here were more civilized.” I cried bitterly in her embrace. She helped me clean up and remove my makeup before laying me down on one side of her bed, kissing my forehead. “Rest for now, sweetheart. I think Helpinghoof might still be busy, but Life Bloom could help us get that ring off your horn.” I gazed sadly out the window, tears streaming down my face. What had I done to deserve such hatred? After some time, Berry returned with Life Bloom. I liked him; at least he was kind—though sometimes I wondered if he had feelings for me.

“They really glued the ring on tightly,” he murmured. Examining my horn closely, he floated a small tube out of his bag and applied a few drops to the adhesive. It grew unpleasantly warm but eventually loosened. “There we go. How are you feeling, Shining St—” Berry interrupted him with a calm look. “Shining Belle, of course.” “I’ve heard there’s a spell that can permanently transform stallions into mares, but the knowledge is buried in Canterlot,” Life Bloom said. My eyes widened. “Thank you for telling me. Maybe there’s still hope for me.” Life Bloom said his goodbyes, and Berry escorted me back to my suite.

“Thank you, Berry. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She hugged me tightly. “You’re welcome, Belle. I’d do anything for my best singer and friend.” After she left, I fell into a restless, tearful sleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night, there was a loud knock at my door.
“BELLE, WAKE UP!” Berry shouted from outside. Half-asleep, I stumbled to the door and opened it. She looked panicked, her saddlebags placed by the door.
“That lunatic has riled up a mob to lynch you. You need to get out of here—fast! I’ve packed you some supplies, medicine, and a weapon. I’ll take you to the roof and fly you away!” It took me a moment to process her words. My head hung low as the reality of the situation hit me. I had to flee? But where would I go? “Go back to bed. I know a secret escape route. Thank you for the warning.” Still in a daze, I closed the door and looked at Berry with sadness before hugging her one last time.

“I’ll come back when things have calmed down.” She nodded, her own eyes brimming with tears, and we said goodbye. I entered one of the Twilight Society’s hidden passages. I knew I couldn’t stay there either—two of our members were part of the mob. So, I truly left the tower. I planned to hide nearby and just hope I wouldn’t run into any ghouls.

The night was still deep when I left the tower. I trotted for an hour and found shelter in a crumbling old house. The few ghouls I encountered didn’t notice me, luckily. I checked the contents of the bag Berry had given me: enough food and water for a week, a 10mm pistol with ammunition, four healing potions, some bandages, and an old PipBuck. I immediately put the PipBuck on, which installed the necessary systems. To my delight, it identified me as a mare—Homage must have tampered with it. There was an audio file stored on it:
“Hi Belle, it’s me—Homage.

Berry told me what’s going on, so we gathered what we could to help you. I’ll let you know on the radio when it’s safe to return. Listen for the phrase ‘The Tenpony Tower is quiet’ during DJ Pon3’s broadcast between 6 and 9 p.m.” The recording ended, leaving me both heartbroken and grateful. How long would this take? A week? A month? A year? I broke down sobbing when I heard a noise nearby. In the house next door, under a pile of rubble, I spotted the head of a green unicorn, barely moving. As soon as she noticed me, I heard a voice in my head:
“Help.”

I rushed over to the unicorn, who was badly injured, pinned beneath the rubble. Only her head was visible, with blood seeping through the debris. Without hesitation, I poured two healing potions down her throat and began digging her out. As I freed her torso, I froze in surprise—she had wings. I had heard of alicorns but never expected to meet one. Once I removed most of the rubble, she sat up and stared at me for a long time. “We thank you,” said the voice in my head.

“You need help too. Trapped in the wrong body, exiled from your home. We can help you with both.” My eyes widened, but I remained cautious. “We?” The alicorn nodded. “We are Unity, one with the Goddess.” That explained her strange manner of speaking, though I didn’t fully understand what Unity was. “Can you help me go back home?” I asked. Her face remained expressionless. “No, but we can give you a new home. Become one of us. Become part of Unity.”

I hesitated. Was this a good idea? But what other choice did I have? I’d probably last no more than two weeks out here on my own. I looked at her again. “Can you really turn stallions into mares?” The alicorn nodded. “You would become one of us. An alicorn and a part of Unity,” the voice in my head repeated. “Don’t you have your own personality? No name…?” I asked, horrified as I noticed she didn’t have a cutie mark. “In Unity, there is no ‘I,’ only ‘we.’ It is beautiful; I can show you. Do you wish to see?” Curiosity got the better of me, and I nodded. Her horn glowed green and touched mine. I closed my eyes.

A flood of voices, countless but all the same, filled my mind—along with memories, places, and feelings from an untold number of ponies. It was overwhelming, yet I felt a profound sense of connection. It was like talking to Berry, but amplified a thousandfold. When the voices quieted, I opened my eyes. “That… was incredible. But am I worthy of becoming an alicorn, like the Goddesses?” The green alicorn nodded. “But I’ll never see my friends again,” I realized with a pang of sadness. “You will become ‘we,’ and so your friends will be our friends. Do not worry.” That made sense to me. “So, where do I need to go? To the Goddess? Does she live here in Manehattan?” The alicorn shook her head.

“We will take you to her. It will take about a week since we cannot fly.” I noticed her wing, bent at an unnatural angle. The break was obvious. “Wait, let me help you.” I wrapped her wing in a bandage and gave her a dose of Med-X. “Good. Now that this is settled, follow us—we will bring you to the Goddess.” And so, our journey began.

As we traveled, I began to ask her questions. “May I give you a name? At least until I’m part of Unity? It feels more personal that way.” The green alicorn seemed to consider this. “We say you may, until you join us. What would you call us?” “Hope,” I said. “Because you’ve given me hope.” She nodded. “It is customary in Equestria to ask for your name as well.” I smiled. “My name—for now—is Shining Belle.” The thought of no longer being myself felt strange, but the hope of no longer being alone and having the right body made it worth it.
“So, Hope, are you always traveling alone?” She shook her head.

“We usually travel in groups of three sisters.” I paused. “Then why are you alone? Did something happen to them?” Hope nodded solemnly. “Too many ghouls.” I looked at her with sympathy.

“I’m sorry. How about I form a trio with you? The idea makes me happy.” She stared at me for a while before answering. “Is this your wish? Then you will become a green alicorn.” I tilted my head. “That sounds like there are other colors. What are they?” Hope listed them.
“The blue and the violet.” I giggled. “Alright, green it is—if I have a choice in the matter.” Hope looked at me thoughtfully as we continued on our way. That evening, as I wrote in my PipBuck journal, her voice entered my mind again. “The Goddess agrees. You will join our trio as a green alicorn.” I jumped up and bounced in excitement. “Then we’re sisters, Hope!” My joy faded quickly. “Oh… no. We’re all sisters then.”

I already liked Hope in her own unique way and wondered if my other sisters would be like her. “Say, Hope, once I’m part of Unity, will I still need all this stuff?” She nodded simply. I dug a small hole and buried my PipBuck and personal belongings, just in case I ever needed them again. Using a sharp stone, I carved my cutie mark—a music note—into a nearby wall. Then I returned to Hope.

“Can you show me Unity again? It was so beautiful last time. I’d love to greet them already, but I guess that’s not possible.” This time, Hope seemed to smile slightly before touching her glowing green horn to mine. The chorus of voices, the images, and the emotions filled me again. It was beautiful, and I stayed in this connection until the rising sun woke me.

“Today is the day,” Hope said. “We are almost there. Are you ready to become our sister?”

I nodded resolutely, and we trotted into a bombed-out area filled with alicorns—green, violet, and blue. Hope guided me through corridors and hallways until we reached a large room. In the center of a long walkway stood a chalice on a table. I approached the chalice, Hope by my side. “Drink this and become one with us.” I was nervous. This was the end of everything I had known. I wouldn’t be Shining Belle anymore; I would be Unity. I looked at Hope sadly. “I guess this is goodbye, Hope.” I hugged her tightly. “Goodbye, Belle,” she said.

With tears in my eyes, I lifted the chalice and drank. The rainbow-colored liquid tasted strange, and then unbearable pain tore through my body. I grew, and parts of me that didn’t belong changed into ones that did. Wings sprouted from my back. After what felt like an eternity of agony, I lost myself. I was us. I was Unity. And I was happy. I couldn’t feel where I ended and Hope—or any of my other sisters—began. There was no time, no self, until that fateful moment. I opened my eyes.

I was in a ruined building, and I wasn’t alone. Beside me lay one of my sisters. My body ached, especially my wings. “Sister, what’s going on? Where is Unity?” I asked, panicking in her mind. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I only know we’re here to find a book and bring it to the Goddess. Don’t worry, Sister. We’ll soon be one again.” I nodded, and my panic subsided. We cautiously trotted through the streets, pink mist hanging in the air and destruction all around us. We searched every building. No book here. No book there. It was frustrating. Wait—frustration?

I suddenly realized I had my own thoughts and feelings again. It was unfamiliar and frightening. We came across a clothing store with an intact display window. Inside was a simple black evening gown with a pearl necklace. Something stirred in my mind—memories bubbling to the surface. I entered the shop, and my sister looked at me, confused. “Sister, what are you doing? The book won’t be in there.” I grabbed a saddlebag and stuffed the dress and necklace inside. “I don’t fully understand it either, but it feels right. I’m starting to remember things… things from someone who isn’t us.” She shook her head.

“We need to get back to Unity. This sounds worrying.” I nodded. She was right, but I couldn’t leave the dress behind. It would have been wrong. As dusk settled, we perched on the roof of a building. I spent an hour staring at the dress before impulsively putting it on. It was a little short in the back but fit well otherwise. A broken mirror in the bathroom reflected my image, and I was struck with intense headaches. Memories of standing on a stage, of food being thrown, and of shame flooded my mind. And a mare’s voice echoed in my thoughts:
“I’m so sorry, Belle...” I started crying. My sister stood beside me. “What’s wrong, Sister? And why are you wearing clothes?” I looked at her, tears streaming. “Because I think I was someone else once. A singer. I think… my name was Belle.”

My sister looked at me with concern. Tears welled up in her eyes, too. “I think I was someone else, too. I protected ponies. But I can’t find my name.” Another memory surfaced in my mind: “Hope, because you’ve given me hope.” I swallowed hard. “When we first met, I gave you a name. I was allowed to call you Hope, even though you were already Unity.” She nodded sadly. “So, I’m Hope now. But what do we do? If we return to Unity, all of this will probably be gone.” I nodded slowly as I braided my mane into an elegant, floor-length plait.
“We need to find out what’s going on. We came here as three sisters, but now we’re only two. We need to find the others and help them. I hope the Goddess didn’t send us here to die.” Hope looked at my braid. “Can you do something with my mane too?” I nodded and styled it into a simple bun. She lit up with joy like a child. “Let me introduce myself: I’m Hope. And you are?” I giggled. “Hello, Hope. I’m Belle.”

After a bit of playful banter, we began our search for our other sisters. I felt happy to have a name and fragments of memories, even though I still missed Unity. Our first stop was a weapons shop, where a violet sister had barricaded herself. She wore a military helmet and studied us closely. “Are you here to kill me, too? Because…” She trailed off, then smiled broadly. “You’ve figured it out too, haven’t you? That you were someone else before?” We nodded and entered the shop.

Our sister, who simply called herself “Boom,” sat behind the counter. “I’d recommend grabbing some weapons. Magic alone doesn’t always work on those ghouls out there.” We examined the inventory. My eyes locked onto two large miniguns with side-mounted harnesses. “I’ll take these. What’s the price?” The words escaped my mouth reflexively. Boom shrugged. “We’re all broke, so just take them.” She handed me some ammunition as well. Hope chose a revolver. Suddenly, I spotted a radio on the counter. “Boom, can you turn that on?” Something in my mind told me it was important. A voice I knew well came through the speaker: “And now, for the weather—cloudy as always, with rain expected by afternoon. It’s so quiet outside—yes, even the Tenpony Tower is quiet.”

My thoughts raced, and everything clicked. I fainted.

I dreamed about my escape and the journey to the Goddess. When I woke up, I turned to Hope. “Hope, we need to get to the Tower!” She nodded. “Alright, Sister.” I looked at her, confused. “Sister?” Hope blushed slightly. “I know I once had a sister. But she’s gone. So, I’m making you my twin sister now!” she declared confidently. I giggled and nodded. Before returning to the Tower, we searched for more sisters. Unfortunately, the only one we found had succumbed to madness from the separation and attacked us. We were forced to end her suffering. Eventually, we discovered the source of the disruption to Unity—the pink mist. Wanting freedom, I captured a small portion of the mist in the pearls of my necklace. Hope found a simple gold necklace with a heart-shaped pendant and did the same. With that, we quietly flew back to the Tower.

The journey was much faster by air. Along the way, we retrieved my buried PipBuck. When I saw my cutie mark etched into the wall, even more memories surfaced, this time without overwhelming me. Sneaking into the Tower through the secret passages, I reached out telepathically and sensed Life Bloom and Homage nearby. I whispered into Homage’s mind:
“Psst, Homage—it’s me, Belle. I’m just around the corner, but please don’t freak out when you see me. I’ve changed a bit.”

Homage hurried around the corner, her jaw dropping as she stared at me. I waved shyly. Life Bloom looked equally stunned. “Belle… is that really you?” “I can show you if you let me.” She nodded cautiously. I let my horn glow green and touched hers, flooding her with all my memories. When it was over, she hugged me as tightly as she could. “Belle, it’s so good to see you again. I thought all alicorns were monsters.” I shook my head. “Hope and I are free now, thanks to a little trick,” I said with a laugh. Homage’s gaze shifted to Hope. “And who’s your friend?” I smiled. “This is my twin sister, Hope.” Both Homage and Life Bloom looked confused as Hope gave a shy wave. We snuck through the hidden passages to my suite. I was surprised to find it spotless and dust-free. “Who’s been cleaning in here? And how long have I been gone?” “A whole year,” Homage explained as we sat on the couch. “I’ve been sending out the all-clear message every day. Your mother has been cleaning your suite—she still hopes you’ll come back.” Tears welled in my eyes.

“She’s the one who brought back all my memories. I’ll let my parents know I’m alright tomorrow—and that they’ll need to adopt someone.” Homage smiled warmly.
“Oh, by the way—Hope, this is Homage, a good friend. She works as DJ Pon3’s assistant.” Hope giggled. “That’s a lie. She is DJ Pon3.” I facehoofed. “Before you ask, Homage, we’re telepathic.” Homage’s curiosity sparked. “Life Bloom is going to find that fascinating. So, what now? It’s late evening, and Berry’s probably closed the bar.” I smirked. “We surprise her. Homage, get her into her room. I’ll handle the rest. I’ll signal you when it’s time.” Homage nodded and followed my plan.

I positioned myself on the stage, then gave the signal. Homage led Berry into the room with a blindfold on. As soon as Berry stepped in, I began singing. She froze, then ripped off the blindfold, staring at me in shock and joy. “B…B…Belle, is that really you?” I fluttered over and hugged her tightly. “Yes, and now I’m finally whole.” Tears of happiness glistened in her tired eyes, and I wrapped her in my wings. After a long embrace, I heard a hesitant voice in my head. “C…Can I join?”

It was Hope. She shuffled nervously, her hoof scraping the floor. Berry noticed her for the first time. “Oh, hello. And who might you be?” Blushing, Hope stammered, “H…Hope.” Berry raised an eyebrow. “Belle, sweetie—you were an only child, weren’t you?” Hope and I laughed in unison. “I was,” I explained. “But when I became one with the Goddess, I gained countless sisters. Hope was the first I ever met, and together, we escaped. That’s why she’s my twin. A special sister. And, well, we look exactly alike.” Berry nodded slowly, including Hope in the hug. “You do look identical, but your hairstyles, jewelry, and… wait, you don’t have cutie marks?!” I nodded sadly. “Unity takes everything that makes you who you are.”

Berry sat down, visibly shaken, and took a swig from a bottle of whiskey she pulled from beneath the counter. “I’m sure it’ll come back. It has to!” “I hope so,” I replied. “Otherwise, people might find it strange when I perform again.” Berry perked up. “Do you want to sing here again? You’re not taking anyone else’s job, are you?” Berry shook her head. “I never let anyone else use your stage after you left, sweetie.” She brought glasses, the whiskey, and a tray of cookies to the stage. “Hope, I hope you like whiskey.” Hope looked unsure, and I could hear her thoughts: I don’t know. I don’t remember ever trying it. We spent a beautiful evening sharing stories, laughter, and companionship.

But as the night ended, I turned to Hope. “It’s time to tell our parents that we’re okay.” The journey to my parents felt both short and infinitely long. My heart was heavy with fear. Would they reject me? Hate me? Look at me with disdain? I stood in front of their door, hesitating before knocking softly. “Just a moment, please,” came my mother’s voice from inside. She opened the door, her expression confused as she saw us. “Uh… good evening. How can I help you at this hour?” I silently counted the seconds until she recognized me. Twenty-one… twenty-two… twenty-three—her face paled, which was quite a feat given her white coat.

“You’re… you’re alicorns!?”

I nodded. “Not just that,” I started, my hoof scraping the floor nervously. “Mom, I wanted to tell you that I’m okay.” Her expression shifted to one of heartbreak. Tears filled her eyes as she shook her head. “You’re not my child. I have a son, not a daughter—you must have the wrong door. He’s still out there somewhere and will come back to me one day!” I could hear her thoughts as she tried to shut the door. She truly believed it, clinging to it like a lifeline. “I want my little star back,” she sobbed. I activated my voice-changing spell and added soft background music.

In the voice I had as a colt, I began to sing: “All my little ducklings…” The door flew open. Something else happened, too. This was the song I had sung when I first earned my cutie mark, and now, my music note reappeared on my flank. My mother stared at me, stunned and teary-eyed, torn between confusion, sadness, and joy. “M-my little star… it’s really you!”

She pulled me inside, and I tugged Hope along with me. My father came out of the kitchen, looking baffled. “Honey, what’s going on?” Mom dashed back into the kitchen and returned with a tray holding a pot of hot cocoa, marshmallows, and cookies. She paused when she noticed Hope standing shyly nearby, then fetched a second cup. We sat on the couch, my mother holding me tightly, while Hope and I sipped the warm cocoa and nibbled on cookies. My father settled into his armchair.

“Star, is that really you? You’ve… changed quite a bit.” I glared at him playfully. “Dad, it’s Belle now—or Little Star, if you must. But not Star!” He chuckled. “Alright, that’s definitely you.” Hope, clearly wanting to make a good impression, introduced herself: “I’m Hope, Belle’s twin sister.” Both of my parents blinked in confusion.

“Honey, did you have another foal I didn’t know about?” my father asked my mother. She shook her head. “No. Hope and I are almost identical genetically, though. When I joined Unity, I gained countless sisters. Hope was the first I met when I became myself again. She’s special, so… could you adopt her?” They exchanged looks of mild confusion but nodded. Dad grabbed an old camera. “I’ve been meaning to take a family photo for ages, and now’s the perfect time.” Mom sat between Hope and me, hugging us both tightly. Hope smiled shyly, and I beamed with joy. We draped our wings over her shoulders while Dad posed in front of us. The camera clicked, and soon the photo was in a frame. We were a family again—one full of love and acceptance. The next morning, my parents officially adopted Hope, and even the scribe handling the paperwork was surprised to mark her as an alicorn. Hope moved into the guest suite next to mine. A month later, I left for Canterlot to help our other sisters and reunite with Boom. Everything went wonderfully. This all happened six months before I met the Priestess.

Author's Note

This chapter is very special and Personal for me. it incloud theams from me as a Transwoman and my wishe to have the Right body. And FoE can manage it in special ways^^ also family problems like Hope on the Door saying her mum she is fine and she belive that, was a later reaction from my own mum. writen by https://www.fimfiction.net/user/162259/David+Silver. i hope you all enjoy the last chapter for this year, i hope i can find a new translator next year, my old translator have Collage troubles so she must give up on this project.