Celestia trots up to the small, marble building in the middle of the Everfree Forest, close by the partially renovated castle carrying the latest and improved versions of writing utensils, an expensively decorated note book with a thousand pages, twenty new books from blooming authors from across the world, and one of her primary feathers, all floating with her in her magical grasp. She was thankful no dangerous creature have yet taken permanent residence within her old castle, but time will tell if any at all will move in.
She enters the dimly lit church and as she trots in deeper, she hears distant hymns of the past in honor of their goddess. The calming, ghostly voices continue singing within her mind and looks around her surroundings; the wooden chairs were now nothing more than piles of dirt, nearly completely covering the whole floor in blooming, green moss and white and red flowers. The stain-glass windows that once depicted their goddess and her deeds and feats were no longer present as they bring in cool, refreshing air, she can not see any of the metal craftsmanship anymore as she suspects they have rusted away into fine dust, the shingles above have many small and large holes peppering the roof, and the smooth, stone walls, pillars and statues still stand strong, some only having minor chips and cracks, while a bit of moss grew between some of the divides and on the statues.
It all looks peaceful.
She steps up to the statue of an Alicorn, its’ paint having long since flaked away with age, as with the rest of the churchs’ blank, white walls. The statue is resting down comfortably on its’ barrel, her body turned to face the room, her large wings folded in against her body though the tips of her primaries pointing slightly upwards to leave her flank open where once it had a painted cutie mark, and her face showed a smooth, comforting, motherly smile with loving, blank white eyes. In front of the statue, stands a large, semi-spherical, marble pot, waiting ever patiently for offerings for the goddess.
Celestia slowly bows, resting one of her front knees down onto the floor and carefully places all of the items in her grasp into the pot before she softly speaks.
“Dear Faust, hear my plea. I need of your assistance. Equestria and the world needs a champion to protect its’ creatures from the new threat. A hunter greater than the Griffin. A mind sharper than a Sphinx. And a heart greater than all creatures. We need help.”
Celestia waits for a response for several minutes, but after that she sighs in dejection and rises up, turning to quietly leave. Just as she reaches the threshold, she hears something suddenly combust behind her and as she turns and sees the dying flame within the now empty pot, she hears a quiet, motherly whisper while feeling a calm, comforting sensation envelope her whole body.
“I’ll see what I can do, my little pony.”