Most Changed

Sunset Shimmer was tucked into bed, writing in her magic journal. Long before she came to Canterlot High, she had lived in Equestria. For each of her friends now, there was a pony just like her, and with the same name in that enchanted world. She’d even befriended Twilight Sparkle, the counterpart for her friend Princess Twilight, the pony who knew everything about friendship—and who had rescued her when she had turned into a she-demon. Sunset Shimmer still kept in touch with Princess Twilight. Whatever she wrote in her journal would magically appear in Twilight’s own diary in Equestria.

Dear Princess Twilight, she wrote. I thought you’d be happy to hear that my friends and I were voted Best Friends in the yearbook today.

She wanted to tell her the good news, of course, but something else weighed on her. She sighed and got out of bed. Hidden in her desk drawer was her copy of the Canterlot High School yearbook from her freshman year. She opened it and looked at the photo of herself as Biggest Meanie. So much had changed since then. If only everyone could forget this about her past.

After all, Sunset began writing again in her journal, if you hadn’t forgiven me, I’d still be the arrogant student I was when I came here from Equestria without even saying good-bye to Princess Celestia.

That was something she still felt bad about, too. What did Princess Celestia think of her? Did she know how much Sunset Shimmer had changed? Had she forgiven Sunset Shimmer, too? She crossed out what she’d written. There was no reason to burden Princess Twilight with all her regrets. Besides, there was so much good news to share.

I hope you’re having as great a week as I am, she finished writing. Your friend, Sunset Shimmer.

She put her journal and pen on her night table, clicked off her light, and sighed. She always felt better after writing to Princess Twilight.

As Sunset drifted off to sleep, she didn’t know that dark clouds were gathering over her house. She didn’t see the sparks of magic flashing through the air. She didn’t know that something was happening. Something terrible.