We came into the cafeteria, making our way to the food counter. Granny was waiting for Sunset arelady.

“Well, look who’s here! My little helper brought herself a partner. So, Sunset, you’re stickin around to help for more than just today ,right?”

“Yeah, i mean, for a while at least. I’ll do what I can.”

Granny grinned broadly and gave a nod of approval.Her gaze narrowed slightly as she turned to face me, in that knowing, teasing manner that only Granny could pull off.

“And what about you, mister? You in are in some trouble, or you just here to keep an eye on this one?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Nah, Granny, no trouble here. I’m just here to help out you and Sunny.

Well, alright, then. But let me make one thing crystal clear. No playin’ lovey dovey games in my kitchen, ya hear?” She jabbed a finger in my direction.

At that, Sunset visibly twitched, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. “Oh, come on, Granny, can we just start?”

Granny gave Sunset a back pat while laughing heartily. “Alright, alright.”Granny pointined to a pile of apples that required slicing, “You take care of these, and Sunset, you start on the salad fixin’s. And no slouchin’, y’all we’ve got hungry students to feed!”

Sunny started chopping vegetables for the salads, while my hands carefully sliced and diced the apples. The cafeteria kitchen hummed in a peaceful cadence, each movement falling into place under Granny Smith's watchful gaze. She went around us like a conductor, occasionally nodding to check on our work, offering a lighthearted anecdote.

“Now, don’t go bruisin’ them apples, boy, a bruised apple’s like a frown,it don’t belong anywhere near a good meal!”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said with a grin, earning a satisfied nod from Granny.

Meanwhile, Sunset was hyper-focused on her work, her hands deftly moving as she chopped. I couldn’t help but glance over at her now and then.She was a little bit adorable when she furrowed her brows in concentration.

Students started streaming into the cafeteria. We were prepared to serve, but as the first kids arrived, I sensed a difference in the atmosphere.

Most of them avoided making eye contact with me. The disdain was palpable, their whispers just loud enough for me to catch fragments.

“Isn’t that the asshole that attacked flash?”

“What’s he doing here? Trying to act like normal?”

“Sunset’s working with him again? Who would have guessed.”

I felt fire rising in my chest, but I forced myself to remain cool.But i wasn't going to back down. Most of the students were shorter than me, and those who weren't still hesitated under my gaze. It wasn't that I wanted to intimidate anyone, but if they were going to act tough, they better be prepared to face me.

Beside me, Sunset seemed to notice the tension. She cast me a sidelong glance, her lips pressing into a thin line. “You good?” she asked quietly as she handed a tray to one of the students.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, not a fan of the looks, that’s all.”

“They’ll get over it. Just give it time.”

Her words were reassuring, and I felt myself relax slightly. Nonetheless, I couldn't help but be annoyed by how judgmental everyone was. The lunch period went on, the lines thinned, and the students began to settle at their tables. The atmosphere in the cafeteria returned to its typical hum of discussion and laughing, although I could still feel the occasional glance thrown at my way.

Granny Smith, ever perceptive, patted me on the shoulder as she passed by. “Don’t let ‘em get to ya, boy, people are like apples, some are sweet, some are sour, but they all got a core. Give ‘em time, and they’ll see yours ain’t rotten.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her words. “Thanks, Granny.”

Sunset nudged me lightly with her elbow, her lips quirking into a small smile. “See? Even Granny knows you’re not so bad.”

“Guess I’ll have to prove her right, huh?”

Then. Again. I've heard the voice.

"Catch it to your left."

The tone was calm and matter-of-fact, yet it pushed me into action before I could completely understand what was going on. My gaze flew to the edge of my vision, catching the flutter of something little and white—a paper plane soaring through the air, headed squarely toward Sunset.

Without paying any attention, I extended my hand and grabbed it mid-flight. The motion was so rapid and smooth that it felt like my reflexes were alive. The plane crumpled somewhat in my hands, but I held it up and turned to face the room with a raised eyebrow.

“Seriously? That’s the best you can do? Cringe, try something better”

"Hug her. Apple incoming."

“Hug her?”. But before I could think about it, my body moved instinctively again. I took a step closer to Sunset, placing my arm around her weist and tugging her toward me in one seamless motion. She staggered slightly and immediately grabbed my shirt as I held her tight.

And the next thing I saw was a blur of red an apple flying right past where her head had been just moments before. It hit the wall behind us with a dull thud, bouncing off and rolling onto the floor.

Granny Smith’s voice cut through the stunned silence like a whip. “I GET YER MAD, BUT YOU DON’T THROW MAH PRECIOUS APPLES!”

Her Southern drawl held an edge of rage I'd never heard before, and it was enough to make even the most daring troublemakers in the room shy back. I turned my head just enough to see her standing behind the counter, fists on her hips, her face set in a ferocious stare that might have stopped a stampede. For the first time, I realized how terrifying Granny could be when she was upset.

“Y’ALL THINK THIS HERE CAFETERIA’S A PLAYGROUND? WELL, LET ME TELL YA, IT AIN’T! IF YA DON’T RESPECT MAH KITCHEN, THEN YOU DON’T DESERVE MAH FOOD!”

Her words echoed throughout the room, and for a brief time, the entire cafeteria seemed to stand still. Even I felt a little intimidated. Applejack must’ve had it rough growing up under that glare.

I looked down at Sunset, who was pressed against my torso, her face buried in my chest. “Are you okey?”

She tilted her head up, her wide eyes meeting mine. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, and her expression was a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. “Y-Yeah, i’m good. That was close.”

My hand was still resting gently on her back. “Good. Glad I caught it in time.”

She looked up at me, her lips parted as if to say something, but then her glance slid downward, realizing how close we were. Her hands were still grasping my shirt, and the redness on her face deepened as she took a short step back to break the embrace.

“Uh… thanks,” she muttered, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“No problem,” I said, trying to play it cool despite the heat creeping up my own neck.

Granny’s voice boomed again, snapping us both out of the moment. “Now, who’s the fool that thought throwin’ an apple was a good idea? Y’all better ‘fess up, or you’re gonna be peelin’ spuds till the cows come home!”

A tense mutter echoed across the throng, but no one moved forward. I groaned, shaking my head, and stooped down to pick up the crumpled paper plane. Sunset was still standing near by, her arms crossed and her look enigmatic.

“Well, at least they had bad aim,” I said, holding up the apple with a small smirk.

Sunset let out a soft laugh, though it was clear she was still shaken. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay. Why do people have to be such jerks?”

“Guess some people just can’t help themselves.”

She didn’t add anything more, instead, she reached out and lightly tapped the cut on my cheek. “You need to be more careful. You are not invincible, you know.”

“Maybe not, but I’ve got pretty good reflexes ya know?.”

When I responded, she rolled her eyes but smiled slightly. We returned to the food counter, and I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride in myself after saving her twice, hehe nice.

Granny eventually waved us off with a warm smile. “Go on now, y’all. Get somethin’ to eat. I’ll finish up here. And don’t worry none about the ruckus earlier. I’ve handled worse in my day.”

Granny was a wonderful woman, yea, she could be tough as nails when necessary, but beyond that exterior lied a heart big enough to care for everyone who crossed her path. She appreciated our help, of course, but it was the way she cared after us, ensuring we were nourished and rested, that really spoke to me. It was not difficult to figure out where Applejack got her unshakeable sense of responsibility.

Sunset and i grabbed our trays and looked for a place to sit. I've noticed Applejack sitting with girls, she was staring into the horizon with cloudy eyes, as if she were somewhere else entirely. It wasn't hard to anticipate where her thoughts had strayed, Granny's previous outburst must've hit a chord, bringing back memories. Maybe she was remembering a time she’d been on the receiving end of that sharp tongue.

We headed over to the table where the girls were sitting. “Hey, y’all,” Applejack greeted us. The others chimed in with their hellos, and we settled into our seats.

They started they usual talk, something about eachother tastes or something but my mind was in diffrent place, to be precise my mind latched onto the voice you know the one that had guided me so clearly, so purposefully during the incidents earlier. I knew it was my mother. There was no doubt about that anymore. But why now? Why did I hear her only in moments like these—when danger was near or I was on the verge of something I couldn’t handle alone? And why can i hear hear anyway?

Maybe it the magic? Maybe it somehow awakened her? Or maybe it was always there, lying dormant until now. The idea of her watching over me, helping me in secret, was comforting... but also weird?. Why hadn’t I heard her before? Why now, when my life was suddenly tangled with Sunset, her friends?

I took a look at Sunset, her fiery hair catching the light as she chatted with Pinkie. Shes from equestria maybe she will know more about this? She seemed to understand magic. Maybe if I talked to her about it, we could figure something out, find a way to communicate with my mother directly. It was a long shot, but it was better than nothing.

Wait. Maybe. Just Maybe. There was a way to bring her back?

“Yo, are you awake?” Sunset’s voice broke through my thoughts, accompanied by a sharp snap of her fingers.

"AHHHH. DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT” I stammered. “I was just thinking about something, jeez”

“Thinking about what?” Rainbow asked, leaning forward. “You looked like you were frozen in place..”

I opened my mouth to brush it off, but Rainbow smirked. “Wait. Let me guess. You were thinking about Sunset again?”

Sunset groaned. “Rainbow, seriously? It's getting old. You are reapeting yourself”

“No, not this time,” I said, waving my hand dismissively. “I was thinking about earlier.”

“Earlier?” Rainbow asked, cocking her head. “Oh! You mean when you caught that paper plane and saved Sunset from the apple? That was so cool! How did you even see that apple coming? You weren’t even looking at it!”

Everyone turned their attention to me, curiosity written all over their faces.

“Yeah, dude,” Pinkie chimed in. “It was like you had superpowers or something! Are you secretly a superhero? Ooh, do you have a cape? Can I see it?”

I scratched the back of my neck, unsure how to explain. “I don’t know, to be honset” I admitted. “It’s hard to describe. Well I just knew it was flying at sunset and then my body reacted.”

I left out the part about the voice in my head. How was I supposed to explain that? Yeah, girls, my mom came back from the grave and speaks to me in my head, telling me things I can’t see. The thought alone made me cringe. Totally normal, right? I mean they would belive me, after everything that happend to us, but i dont want to talk about this.

Sunset wanted to say something, but before she could say, she got hit square in the shoulder by a crumpled paper ball.

“Huh?” she said, looking around in confusion.

Normally, the voice would’ve said something, warned me, but this time, nothing. No whisper, no instinct, no hint. Just a thwap.

Pinkie was quick to jump in, pointing at me with a dramatic gasp. “You are losing your powers!"
“Ha-ha, Pinkie. Very funny,” I replied with just enough irritation to make her giggle.

Sunset rubbed her shoulder. We both turned to face the direction the ball had come from, scanning the cafeteria for the culprit. My gaze fell on a youngster seated in the back of the class. He was smiling with a couple of others in sight, but what really piqued my interest was the faint, spooky green glow that flickered across his eyes for a single second. Again that glow the fuck?

“Did you see that?” I whispered to Sunset, leaning in.

“See what?” she asked, following my gaze. “That guy? What about him?”

“He—” I paused, uncertain if I should even say it. “Hes eyes got that green fade in them.”

Something about the green glow stuck with me. It wasn't usual, nor was it random. I was certain of that. The man's laugh was nonchalant, almost too casual, as if he wished to divert attention away from what had just occurred. My instinct told me it was more than just a simple prank .

Sunset picked up the crumpled paper ball from the table, unfolding it to reveal a hastily scribbled note. She read it, her expression darkening.

“What does it say?” I asked, leaning closer.

She handed it to me without a word. The message was simple but chilling: "Stay out of it, or you will face us."

“Stay out of what?” Pinkie asked, her tone still playful but tinged with curiosity.

“I don’t know,” Sunset admitted, her voice quiet but firm. “But I don’t like it.”

Neither did I. The note, the glowing eyes, it is connected somehow.

Sunset leaned closer, her voice low. “Do you think it’s... magic?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But whatever it is, it’s not normal.”

“Maybe you should tell Princess Twilight,” Fluttershy suggested softly, her voice barely audible over the cafeteria noise.

Sunset frowned, her lips pressing into a thin line. “She’s in Equestria right now. We can’t get her help the portal is closed.”

Stay out of it, or you will face us. the note had said. But whatever this was, I wasn’t about to back down. Not when my friends might be in danger.

The remainder of the school day went without incident. Classes went well, and I was able to turn in the homework that I had completed the previous evening with Sunset. As my teacher looked over the pages and nodded in approval, I experienced a weird sensation of success. I only needed the right push, and sunset had been perfect.

When classes ended, I headed to my locker. As everyone rushed to get their things and either go home or hang out in groups, the hallway was filled with the cacophonous sounds of students. Someone slammed their shoulder into me as I was opening my locker.

“Hey, watch it!” I snapped, turning to see who it was.

He didn't even pause. He simply continued to walk with a smug grin on his face. However, it was the way his eyes briefly flashed green, not the sneer, that drew my attention.

This isn’t normal. That glow... it’s the same as the guy in the cafeteria. My thoughts raced as I stared after him. Okay, this is 100% something magic-related. What’s going with them? Have they somehow gotten exposed to magic? Are they... sniffing too much of it or something?

“Hey!”

“Yo” I replied quickly,

Sunset tilted her head, clearly intrigued. “Something happened?”

"Just some fu-" But she cut in, her tone shifting. “You know... I’ve been thinking. I might know a way we can ask somepony in Equestria about all this.”

“Wait... are you saying you have a voice in your head too?”

Sunset’s brows knitted together in confusion. “Wha? No. What are you talking about?”

“Uh, nothing. So, uh, what’s your way of talking to ponies in Equestria?”

Sunset gave me a suspicious look, but she decided to let it slide. “Back in equestria, when I was Celestia’s student, she gave me journal, it was magicaly enchanted, anything I wrote in it would appear in her journal, If I can find it, it might work the same way here.”

“That soo COOL!” I said, my excitement bubbling up. “We could get some answers! We could ask about this magic, these glowing eyes, all of it!”

But Sunset’s expression shifted. Her enthusiasm dimmed, and she looked down at the floor, her hands fidgeting nervously.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked, my excitement fading. “We could figure this out. Why does that make you look like you lost a part of yourself?”

She hesitated for a moment before answering, “If we use the journal... that means we wil be talking directly to Celestia.”

It took me a second to realize how serious what she was saying was. Sunset had told me about her past, her history with Celestia wasn’t just complicated, it was painful to her.

“Sunset... is that really so bad? She’s was teacher, right? She’d want to help you, she's prob not even mad at you now.”

Sunset pulled her lips into a narrow line and shook her head. “You don’t understand. I didn’t just leave Equestria, I ran away. I turned my back on her, on everything she tried to teach me. I was selfish, arrogant... ”

“Sunset,” I said, my voice steady but gentle, “people make mistakes. And yeah, maybe you made some big, very big ones, but look at you now. You’re helping people. Don’t you think she’d be proud of that?”

Sunset bit her lip. “I don’t know... Maybe. But it doesn’t change what I did back then."She gazed at me for a considerable amount of time, her face displaying conflicting feelings. At last, she nodded slightly. “You’re right. It’s worth a shot. But... if she doesn’t answer, or if she doesn’t want to help—”

“Then we figure something else out,” I said firmly. “Together.”

Sunset rolled her eyes, but the tension seemed to lift just a bit. “Let’s head to my place . If the journal is still around, it should be there.”

“Good start” Then my voice trailed off as an unexpected memory struck. It was more than just a fleeting idea, it was a strong flashback that took me back to the day I spent at Sunset's house.

I remembered carrying her to bed.

In my head i got full image like a photo on phone of the journal i saw that day Thanks Mom. She showed me this.

“You good?” Sunset asked, her tone slightly confused.

“Huh?”

“You just said, ‘Thank you, Mom.’ are you halucinating?” she pressed, her brows furrowing.

Dumbfounded i tried to found explonation but nothing came to my mind so just changed topic "Sunny i know where te journal is"

Sunset’s expression changed immediately. “How? You didn't even knew about it before i've told you.”

She was cleary skeptical, about what i said.

Unsure of how to explain without coming across as utterly absurd—or worse, like a creep—I hesitated. I finally let out a sigh and made the decision to simply tear off the Band-Aid.

“Emmm how could i start thhis. Okay, so... you remember the night I stayed over at your place?” I began, my voice cautious.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she nodded, waiting for me to continue.

“Well,” I said, scratching the back of my neck, “When I was sleeping on the couch, I had this dream.”

Her expression instantly changed, but I continued before she could say anything. “And, um, I guess I must’ve made some noise or something because you came out of your room to check on me. And, uh... we talked a little after that and you kind of falllen asleep.”

Sunset blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I-I did that?”

“Y-yeah,” I said quickly, hoping to skip over the awkwardness. “But that’s not the important part. See, after you fallen asleep i though that you need proper rest you know what i mean, and.. i grabbed you in my arms and carried you into your bed”

“You carried me in your arms?”

I nodded, trying to ignore the heat rising in my own cheeks. “Yeah, and when i've put you into bed i saw something like a journal under the bed. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but I’m pretty sure that’s the one you are talking about.”

Sunset stared at me, her expression a strange mix of emotions like surprise or embarrassment,.

“That... is.. i mean... Why didn’t you tell me this before? When we were eating brakefeast for example, i dont remember that i woke up then ” she finally asked, her voice laced with confusion.

“Because it’s embarrassing! BUH” I blurted, my words tumbling out faster than I could control. “I mean, what was I supposed to say? Hey sunset you awoke in the night and fallen asleep and i put one of my hands under your thighs other under your back and carried you into bed? And when i put you on the bed yo-

Her eyes narrowed. “I?”

In that moment i wished i could dissapear. Woops, i didnt needed to sat that part. “Leeeeet's say you kinda were reaching in your sleep for me to cuddle with you when you were sleeping. BUT I SWEAR I JUST LEFT. It would be weird in the morning, i so i just slept on the couch"

There was nothing but silence between us for a long while. She sighed deeply and squeezed the bridge of her nose. “Okay,” she said slowly, her voice tinged with exasperation. “First of all, you should’ve just told me, but i kinda understand. Second... its good that we dont need to waste time on searching for it" She paused and was struggling to find the right words for whatever she wanted to say next. “And third... I don’t even know what to say to be honest, im lost for words.”

Her voice was softer now, almost hesitant. “That’s all... I don’t know. Sweet, I guess? But also kind of ridiculous.”

“Yeah, well, I figured it was the right thing to do. Besides, I didn’t want to wake up to you smacking me or something.We can head to your place and get that journal. If it works, we might get some answers.”

She nodded, her expression growing serious again. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

As we walked out of the school, I felt a strange shiver. Every student we passed had a flashing, eerie green glow in their eyes. It was subtle, but it was clear. Their faces were flat and lifeless, like if they were in a dream.

"Sunset," I whispered, leaning closer to her as we walked. "Are you seeing this?"

She nodded, her face tense. "Yeah. Something is affecting them."

The green glow didn’t touch us, though at least not yet and thankfully,

"We need to move fast." She pulled out her bike keys and gestured for me to follow.

In a matter of seconds, we were riding down the road at rapid pace after getting on her motorcycle. The noise of the engine and the rush of the wind didn't bother me because I was already accustomed to Sunset's careless yet effective driving. Nevertheless, she moved with a greater sense of urgency today, as if she were rushing against an unseen clock.

Sunset hardly had time to park the bike when we arrived at her apartment before she ran inside, with me right behind her. I couldn't help but notice how chaotic her bedroom was as soon as we rushed in.

In the middle of the floor, was... what you can say very personal pice of her... her underwear, casually lying there as if it owned the place.

Sunny's eyes suddenly met mine as she recognized what I was staring at, and her expression instantly changed to one of critical annoyance.

"It’s my house ." she said defensively. "I can throw my stuff wherever i want."

I held up my hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I’m not saying anything, okay?"

She huffed, picked it up, and tossed it toward the bathroom without another word.

She squatted next to her bed and took out an old, battered journal. The cover featured a sun emblem, similar to mark she had on her t-shirt. She lifted it up and brushed off the dust that had settled on its surface.

“Just as remembered it.” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

I kept a close eye on her, noting the slight trembling of her hands. I saw the worry written all over her face, even though she was trying to hide it. Then i heard that voice again in my head.

"Cmon put a hand on her shoulder. Make her more comfortable."

The voice didn't sound like an order or an infringement this time. It was encouraging, almost like it was rooting for us. I hesitated for a second, then followed its advice and placed a soft hand on Sunset's shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay,” I said softly, trying to reassure her. “Celestia will be happy to hear from you. She’s probably been waiting for this, since you left.”

Sunset turned to look at me, her eyes searching mine for something, reassurance? Perhaps, or maybe just a sign that she wasn’t about to regret this decision. She unfolded the journal and flipped through the pages until she came across one that still had a few faint remnants of old ink on it. She picked up the pen with steady hands, but I could see she was preparing for whatever was about to happen.

After taking a deep breath, she began to write.

Dear Princess Celestia,

No words can express how sorry I am.

Years have passed since my last letter to you, and during that time... I know that my numerous mistakes have wounded not only you but also everyone who once had faith in me. I've thought about writing this letter countless times, but each time I reached for the pen, I put it down. After everything I'd done, I told myself, I didn't deserve to contact you.

But i think things have changed. I’ve changed.

I’ve met people here—friends—who’ve shown me that I’m not beyond redemption. They’ve reminded me of the lessons you tried so hard to teach me back in Equestria, lessons I was too proud to hear at the time.

Princess, I'm not that person anymore. I've been working to improve myself every day in an effort to atone for the hurt I caused. However, I am also aware that I cannot genuinely move on if I do not confront the past, own up to my mistakes, and ask for your forgiveness.

So... here I am. Writing to you after all this time. Not as the angry, arrogant student who left Equestria, but as someone who’s trying to make amends.

If you’re willing, I’d like to talk to you. There’s something happening here, something strange and magical, and I think it might be connected to Equestrian magic . I could use your guidance once again, but more than that, I just... I want to hear from you.

Sincerely,
Sunset Shimmer

When Sunny finished, she put the pen down with a trembling hand. She gazed at the words on the page as if averting her gaze would cause them to disappear.

“UGH. I did it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You did,” I replied, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “And I’m proud of you.” The journal remained silent and motionless. The pages then gradually started to glow. Initially dim, the golden light soon became brighter and filled the room.

Sunset gasped, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and apprehension. “It worked...”

Words began to appear on the page, written in elegant script of Princess Celestia. Sunset held her breath as she read them aloud.

My Dearest Sunset Shimmer,

Hearing from you makes me very happy, and I can't express how much.

I've prayed and hoped for years that you'll return to the path I always thought you could follow. Sunset, I never lost faith in you. I knew that the student I loved was still there, waiting for the right moment to come back, even in the darkest of times.

You must understand that you have nothing to be afraid of, but your words mean more to me than words can say. My heart is filled with pride and love for the person you are growing into.

It is my responsibility to assist you in any way I can if something magical is taking place in your world. I'll do everything in my power to help you, so tell me what you know.

Sunset, I want you to know that you are forgiven above all else. You were always.

With love,
Princess Celestia

Sunset had tears running down her cheeks by the time she had finished reading. She quickly wiped them away, attempting to remain calm, but it was obvious that her feelings were getting the better of her.

“I... I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.

“You don’t have to say anything, she’s proud of you. And you deserve it.”

Sunset smiled hesitantly at me, her eyes sparkling.

And at that moment, I realized we had just begun the process of solving the mystery, and healing the wounds of the past.

Sunset began writing her message, her pen gliding with a deliberate grace as she recounted the unusual wave of discord spreading through the school and the unnerving green glow in the students' eyes. Without a doubt, it was magic foult. But why here, and what sort of magic? We were in dire need of answers to those questions.

She exhaled softly and leaned back as she completed her penning. This wasn't easy for her either, based on the strain in her shoulders. Still, she was managing it with the quiet strength that she always seemed to have. I observed her for a while, experiencing an odd mixture of thankfulness and remorse, it was evident that she wasn't taking the challenge of talking Celestia lightly.

And then, a thought struck me an idea that was as terrifying as it was compelling. Maybe i shouldn't ask, maybe i should be quit now. No i don't care how it turns out, this could be my only chance.

"Sunset," I began, my voice low and serious, almost shaky. "Ask her about… Galaxia."

In mid-air, her pen froze. Slowly, she turned to face me. "What? Galaxia? Who is that?"

The name weighed heavily on my chest as I swallowed. "It’s… my mother’s name," I murmured, scarcely raising my voice above a whisper.

Author's Note

Sunset talked with celesita, she went a step forward for her redemption. Do we get a glipse of Oc mom past? What is the magic that is affecting students? Everything will make sense in a short while. As always have fun reading if there are mistakes please type them below i will correct them i just came from work and got to writing so they can be some thing wrong