Split Conscience

by TheMajorTechie

Training

Author's Note:

At this point, the heavily slice-of-life plot of this story is pretty much breaking down. This'll likely be one of the last chapters before I wrap things up for good.

Craig awoke to a blazing lavender fireball in the middle of the room.

"Ah," he yawned, "it's time to wake up, isn't it?"

As he braced himself for a self-inflicted pinch in the arm, Twilight's projection materialized before him. "Craig, you're awake," she assured, "you don't need to panic. I'm just doing some training exercises."

"Training exercises?!" Craig shouted, motioning at the fireball, "That's a freakin' training exercise?!"

"...Yeah?"

Craig stared back at the fireball, mouth agape.

"It's not so much of a fireball, so to say..." Twilight began, cantering towards the spell and sticking a hoof in. "It's more of a dimensional gateway of sorts. Y'know, so that I can go back home?"

"Home?"

"I can't stay here forever, Craig. You know that, don't you?"

Craig nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I do."