Spirit Waker

"A strange time we find ourselves in, don't you think?" Celestia asks lounging in a hammock a book floating in front of her.

The only other creature within the void she hangs in is Twilight watching the world from the screen in front of them. While Celestia holds no interest in the fact that their world has been changed so much by not just their own actions recently, but by the influence, they have put into the world. That they have put into her.

"You worry too much."

"You worry too little."

Celestia sighs and lets the book plop on her barrel as she gives a curious look to Twilight. Celestia had worked so hard to make her into what she is now. And yet she scorns her for it all because it was all through manipulation. The hatred Twilight breathes is because of her own actions. Not Celestia's. This is what she believes to be the truth as it is the truth. There is no higher truth than her own. She was a goddess at her height of life and nothing has changed since. Only the form she takes.

"Do you fear her?"

"I fear for her."

"Twilight are we really doing this?"

"Are we?"

"..."

Celestia lifts her book up and the world returns to silence.