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// Spells 
// Story: Split Conscience 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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"Sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep..."

Craig glanced towards the shimmering projection of Twilight for a brief moment before shaking his head and returning to cleaning the floor.

"Sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep..."

"Y'know," Craig began, rolling his eyes, "You could at least try to be helpful outside of chanting sweep endlessly."

Twilight's image nodded as sparks of light began shooting from the man's hand into herself.

Craig raised a brow, watching as Twilight's projection grew steadily more opaque with every beam that entered her. Twilight turned her head, noticing the man's gaze.

"Don't worry." She waved a still-translucent hoof. "I'm just trying something out."

Craig remained still for a couple more moments before shaking his head and returning to work, tendrils of light still seeping from his hand as he swept.

"Craig?"

The man paused, turning his attention towards Twilight. "Yeah?" He replied, leaning his broom against a shelf.

"Could you move aside a bit? This may or may not backfire. I can't say for sure without my usual tools."

Craig nodded, stepping aside as the entirety of Twilight now took on a glow of her own.

"So..." The man pondered as he watched, "What exactly are you doing?"

Twilight shrugged, focusing her eyes on Craig's broom as the glowing grew brighter. "Trying to cast a spell. It might not be much, but simple levitation would probably be useful around here."

Craig nodded again. "We'll see about that." He replied, taking a seat behind the counter as he watched.

Slowly but surely, a faint glow matching Twilight's own began to materialize around the broomstick, growing brighter by the second as her own glow began to diminish in intensity.

Abruptly, the broom shot up vertically, wedging itself in the ceiling tiles before floating down gently, hovering a foot or so above the floor.

Craig's eyes widened as he watched the broom swish across the floor in gliding motions. He turned once again to Twilight, who was becoming visibly transparent again. "Twilight," He murmured, "Twilight, I think you should stop. You're draining yourself..."

Twilight shook her head. "It's fine, Craig. I know when to stop."