Praise the Sun(set Shimmer)!
Sunset hated Lordran.
She really, really honestly truly did.
She thought that she hated Twilight, that she
hated Celestia, that she hated the world. But all that paled in comparison to Lordran.
First of all, she got brought here by some stupid magic crap and how was she supposed to know that Trixes stage magic combined with Sunsets everclear geode would cause a spell!?
And then, then when she arrives in this Celestia forsaken wasteland some jerk whines at her about “youll go hollow soon” and “conniptions” WHAT EVEN WAS A CONNITPION!?
She wanted to go home. But, she didn’t know how. No portals were nearby. Maybe this…“Anor Londo” city “of the Gods” could have a lead or something?
Ugh, she didn’t know. It was easier to be optimistic with her friends.
Right now she was running through this “Undeadburg”, which again sucked.
There were all these naked burnt zombie guys trying to kill her, and she didn’t wanna kill them! They might still be people!
She ran up a tower, dodging knights and arrows.
Ah, an anonymous doorway of fog. Well, first she had to deal with Trixies crap, then Hawkwoods, then Undeadburg, so what could really get worse?
She stepped through the fog, onto a wall.
She took a few deep breaths and looked over the view as she walked…it was kind of beautiful.
You know…for how much things sucked, the idea of seeing her friends soon filled her with-
Then a 20 foot tall brick shit house of a demon that looked like Tirek jumped in front of her.
…Fuck you too Lordran.
Sunset didn’t have many powers for fighting, but you know dying didn’t seem too good either.
She didn’t really have any powers (sidenote, I forgot if she did and found nothing. Sorry if she does.), but she did have a pocket knife Applejack gave her.
She could do this! She was strong-ish! Her friends were there in spirit!
She unhinged the blade from the old wooden handle, and held it in front of her with 2 hands.
“Listen up ugly! I’ll give you one chance! One chance! To turn around and leave me alo-” It jumped in the air, raising its great axe towards Sunset.
She staggered back, and that might have been what saved her considering how decimated the stone in front of her was.
Okay, quickness. She had to be speedy, evasive, smart!
She readied herself for it’s next attack, only for the beast to make an agasht expression of pain as one of its arms went to it’s back.
It let out an ungodly roar, and turned around seemingly attempting to shake off the knight that had just planted his noble straightsword into the demons spine.
Solaire kneeled atop the beast, his Astoran straightsword plunged deep into the Tartus demons flesh.
He had heard its roar, and the cursing of a maiden. So, he had come to help.
Now though, considering it shook him off and he held onto the wall with one hand, he may be the one in need of help.
Luckily, Sunset knows the value of Jolly Cooperation. She quickly helped the noble warrior of the sun back onto the wall, just in time as he rose his shield against the demons next sweeping blow.
It staggered Solaire, but gave his brand new companion just enough time to run past the demon and plunge her knife into it’s exposed leg.
Again, the demon yelled out in what Sunset could only assume to be pain and anger.
It turned around for just a second, long enough for Solaire to pull out his beloved sunlight talisman and raise it past his head.
A great lightning bolt of pure sunlight appeared his hand, and once the demon turned back…he threw it.
It landed directly in the demons gaping maw, and as the electricity and heat ran through its body it began to dissipate into ash.
As it fell, Solaire turned to the east. Where the sun rose.
He raised his arms beside himself, and shouted.
“Praise the sun!”
Sunset grinned as she took a seat by the wall, panting.
Solaire sat beside her, chugging an Estus flask. He offered Sunset one, but she declined the flask of embers.
“Thanks for the help.” She said, with a glad smile.
“Ah, do not mention it. I was glad to help. Oh! I never introduced myself, I am Solaire of Astora. Pleasure to meet you.” The Astorian stuck his hand out, which shimmer took in a shake.
“Sunset shimmer…say, how much do you know about portals?” She explained her plight, and Solaire rubbed his chin…or would, if his helmet wasn't in the way.
“Oh! Perhaps this could help?” He took out a broken pendant.
“A friend of mine gave this to me, he said that an ancient beast once reached across time and space to retrieve it. Perhaps it could help?”
Sunset gasped, she could sense the magic from it!
She ripped out a page of her text journal, and wrapped it around the pendant. After saying some encatiation, both lit up in flame…and a portal lay before her.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh thank you so much! Anything I can do for you?” She said excitedly.
“Well, if you have any leads on how I could obtain my own sun I would be most grateful!” Solaire said with a bow.
Sunset smirked.
“Well, I don't…but I know just who would!” She led Solaire to the portal, and both entered.
They stepped out on the other side as ponys, in Celestia's castle.
Solaire was an earth pony, with grossly incandescent orange fur and the sun he has painted on his armor so lovingly as the cutie mark on his flank.
“O-Oh dear…” Solaire spoke out, as he attempted to steady himself in this new form.
He wasn't exactly terrified, after all as an undead on a quest for his own sun something like this was bound to happen eventually…probably.
Sunset used her magic to help steady the jolly knight.
“Ah, thank you dear Lady Shimmer…but where are we, exactly?” Solaire inquired.
“Equestria, in Princess Celestias castle!” Shimmer punctuated with a wave of her foreleg and began trotting.
“Ah, a princess. May I ask of-” Solaire stopped once he saw Sunset bow, he did the same.
“Ah, Sunset Shimmer. It is great to see you again, but may I ask why you did not write in advance?” Celestias regal voice spoke out as she sat upon her throne.
Sunset rose and spoke.
“Sorry Celestia, it was just a bit of a…extraordinary circumstance.” Shimmer explained what had happened.
“Hmm…so this knight was the one who saved you?”
“Yes Celestia.”
“Well then, if there is anything I can do for you brave knight. Please, let me know.”
“Ah, well…if it possible could you gift me my own sun?” Solaire asked this brand new princess of sunlight…would her and Gwynevere get along?
“Your own…sun? Like…the ball of fire?”
“The same princess.”
“...Well, I can't GIVE that to you…but does this work?” She concentrated some magic on her horn.
Soon, a ball of flame appeared. White hot and orange, it slowly passed into Solaires hooves.
Tears of joy were shed beneath the warrior of Sunlight's helm.
“T-Thank you my princess…!”
“Ah, it is no worry…say, I could always use another guard…and you could even help me raise the sun!”
“I-I…would love nothing more.”
Solaire stood on his back hooves and threw his hooves out, his sun floating in front of him.
“Praise the sun!”
“Hey! Over ‘ere!” Silverstream heard a voice say as she walked upon a mountain path.
She was going on a walk with Gallus, but had gotten sidetracked due to a cool rock she saw.
She looked at the origin of the voice, and saw it to be a griffin. He had grey/black fur and wings with gray tips, but unlike many other griffons his head lacked plumage. It had fur, but it was all flat.
“Me?” Silverstream pointed a claw at herself.
“Yes! Youuu!” The Griffin responded, his grin
growing greasier by the minute.
Silverstream trotted over.
“Hey, I'm Silverstream! What's your name?”
“The names Patches! Er…lucky Patches! You go to that school of friendship eh?”
“Yep! It's so awesome! I have loads of friends, and we all the classes are so fun and unique and I'm learning so much and-” Patches interrupted the hippogriffs rambling.
“Well, although I do think that you friendship preachers are a bit sodden, how'd ya like to practice some of that “generosity” and “kindness” eh?”
“Of course! Whaddya need Lucky Patches?” Silverstream inquired.
“Well, there's some treasure down here! But, don't cha know it I can't carry it all out myself. Hey! Why don't you help me? We can split it! 75-25! Me being the 75 of course.”
“Sure!” Silverstream approached the edge…only to be yanked back by Gallus.
“No! Silverstream! Don't trust him! If he tells you that the sky is up, he's lying somehow!” Gallus stammered out, fearing that his friend would fall to Patches tricks.
“...Oh! Gallus! Lovely to see you again mate!” Patches spoke out, nervously.
“Ugh, it's you? Wait, were you trying to do the hole scam again!?”
“...You wound me sir. Honestly and truly, you wound me.”
“Gallus, why are you wounding him?” Silverstream asked her blue companion as he sighed.
“Silverstream, meet Patches the scoundrel. The Griff who was trying to kick you into that hole to steal from you. I should know, I helped him with it! Then, he kicked me down the hole!”
“Now now Gallus, I didn't mean to shove ya down! I-I was patting ya on the back! But then those Leery boys came by so I had to run!”
“Wow. You poor soul-” Silverstreams pity was interrupted by Gallus handing her a cool stick. It looked like a sword.
“Play with this.” Silverstream was captivated immediately.
“Now back to you! You were really gonna kick her down!? How about I-” But Patches had already went back to his true form, hiding under his shield like a turtle.
“Wait! Wait! I yield, I yield! H-How about I give you some treasures eh? Even us out?” Patches dug in his pack, and pulled out a bronze mask of a strange man which he handed to Silverstream. He also took out a clock which he handed to Gallus.
“Uhh thanks. I needed a clock, mine got-wait. This is my clock. You stole my clock!” But Patches was already running away by the time Gallus had made out what had happened.
