Your student is strong Celestia, but she is also brash and reckless when her emotions run wild. Will she make decisions that are worthy of her title, or will she make poor choices based on her emotions and desires? - The creator of the Vessel to Celestia
"A-An Intimate act? You mean like sex?!" You manage to stammer out while looking at the beet-red face of the lavender librarian, who at the word “sex” did a very good impersonation of a dog playing dead. Although, considering the nosebleed, it was more likely that she had suffered a momentary lapse in consciousness from blushing too hard.
As you stand to check on her, you realize that it would probably be in your best interest to bring up the ticket-like invitation you had in your pants pocket. "Um... Twilight, I meant to bring this up before the whole... essence thing. But, that pink friend of yours... Pinkie Pie, I think she said her name was, she talked a bit too fast for me to recall. But, she gave me this." And with that, you hold out the party invitation you received from Pinkie the night before.
A purple aura surrounds the invitation as Twilight somehow manages to study it mid-faint or at least the state at which consciousness is almost regained. "Well, we've got another day until the party, what do you want to do until then?" She asked, managing to regain her composure.
"Well... I dunno. I was hoping to write a letter to Princess Celestia about what I've discovered about what happened to Nightmare Moon's soul... I think that's what she was called right?" You asked as you sat back down in the chair cloak, giving this new power a workout. "I need to know why it seems that her soul remains intact inside me, in a manner of speaking."
You started to wonder if mentioning wanting to speak to Princess Celestia was a good idea, as Twilight turned extremely pale before rushing upstairs. You suddenly heard things being tossed around, as well as the panicked cry of a certain baby dragon as he was unceremoniously tossed across the room. As he landed, he glared at you. Apparently, he was upset with you for saying whatever it was that set Twilight off.
"What?" Was all you managed to ask before a book interrupted your line of thought and all attempts at remaining conscious. Hitting your skull, at a speed that felt like mach 2, it caused you to flip backwards twice as your vision whited out.
Twilight's Perspective
"Oh no... I hit him! Oh please be okay, please be okay!" My mind was racing in panic from hearing that Nightmare Moon's soul had managed to apparently stay intact as well as reside within the vessel, which meant Spirit might be in danger from her dark magic. Admittedly, the fact that losing my focus in my panic had caused a book to sail through the air and hit Spirit that hard in the head was also worrying.
"Wow, nice toss Twilight, I didn't think you could hit anypony hard enough to make them back flip twice with a book." Spike said as he rolled on the ground with laughter.
“I can't say I blame him, except for the fact that I could have just hurt Spirit extremely bad. At the same time, he's admitted to still having Nightmare's spirit inside of him, which means I could have just doomed Equestria!” Those thoughts ran through my mind as I rushed up to Spirit's prone form and hoped I didn’t kill him. The fact that he was still laying there with the book on his face was a bad sign.
"Oh no... oh no, oh no, oh no... Please don't be dead!" Was all I could think of as I pressed my ear to his chest, praying that I could make out a heartbeat. After a short while of frantic worrying I heard it, confirming that he wasn't dead, just knocked unconscious.
“Why does him being okay relieve me so much? I mean, I've barely known him more than any of my friends have, and we all met him on the same day technically. The fact that he was willing to take a magical blast to the chest to keep me safe... I know what I've got to do now…” With my mind made up, I levitated Spirit upstairs to my room. I told Spike to leave for awhile, and that he could go do whatever he wanted until it was his bedtime, which was three hours from now. I also told him that if he visited my friends, he would need to bring back a note as proof.
"You won't get hurt like this again if I can help it Spirit... especially not by me." I said as I gently levitated him onto the bed and sent a jolt of magic into his body to wake him up.