Necromancy: The Beginning

Spike had been wandering for two hours, before he felt something. It wasn't like a sense of smell or hearing, but it was like something came behind him and mentally shoved him. The cold air and the chills were unsettling enough, but the shove downright screamed at him to run away. There was nopony, or any other creature for the matter, anywhere near him. He was completely alone. That made things twenty percent worse than it actually is. Sure, the night is his favorite time of day, but night is also notorious for hiding extremely dangerous creatures right in plain sight. The beauty of art could hide the most vile creatures. Even if there was nothing there, he sharpened his senses anyway.

Spike immediately decided it was best to stick to the rooftops. Most of the houses and buildings were close together, and the elevation would give him a clearer view of the dark landscape. After clearing a building, he felt safer on his little mountain of pink. He really couldn't see anything of interest from up high as well. He could feel something was here for him, but he just couldn't see it. There was nopony around; too cold outside, and the quiet doesn't usually mean others are around. He seriously doubted that who or what he was looking for, would be easy to find. He just wanted to turn around so he could be well rested for the next day. He always hated it when he sleeps too late, because then it's always harder to wake up in the morning. No matter how much his mind protested, a stronger portion of it urged him to continue forwards.

So forward it is.

As he begun to walk, he felt the same mental shove that he had received earlier. This one was stronger and more... Concentrated? Jumping around, Spike saw there was, once again, nopony there. He didn't know whether or not to just actually go home or walk in the direction he was facing. He pondered for a moment until he decided it was best to go in the direction he was originally planning to walk. He turned around and began to walk .He was positive he was doing the correct thing until he was hit again, hard.

Whap!

He spun back around. "Ow, what the heck was that for!" he quietly shouted in the direction. Now, he was absolutely positive that he was supposed to go in that direction.

His first steps were timorous. His legs shook with fear, and he was increasingly unsure about his decision. When you are persuaded to walk in a direction by an invisible force that is most definitely not your psyche, you tend to avoid going in that direction. The only reason Spike was following the unnamed invisible force was because he didn't know if it could cause permanent mental, or excruciating physical damage to him if he resisted. It didn't seem very aggressive, but it did seem annoyed. He wasn't sure if this was a trick or a treat, although he wished it was the latter.

It took him forever to reach the end of the roof. Peering over the side, he saw one of the few benches that sat right next to one of the street lamps. He briefly wondered why there were only four benches next to lamps, but the incredibly persistent invisible force began to poke and prod at his brain once again. He tried to ignore them until it struck a nerve.

Literally.

Spike's leg moved on it's own and he tumbled down the house. It was roughly a two story drop straight to the head. Thick scales or not, he was going to get hurt in a not-so-good way. Flailing his body like a dying fish did not make things better. In fact, they made his chances of hitting something important more likely. Luckily for him, he did not the the ground, but he landed on a familiar surface. An equine's back.

Unfortunately for the equine, Spike was digging his claws into said equine's back. The equine grunted in a distinctly stalllion-like voice. Spike didn't notice the blood until there was a large enough pool of it around his claws. The thick, warm liquid stood out against the cold air.

The stallion didn't seem to care that he was losing blood, but Spike was a bit terrified of blood. He believed it was his suppressed hunter extinct slowly becoming more and more present, and developing into a fear to keep itself repressed. Needless to say, he was pretty scared right now.

"Excuse me, dragon... Could you please retract your claws from my back?"

Spike had not been listening, for his mind was pondering like, ten outcomes for this situation. All of which gets him thrown out of the city by cocky aristocrats and douchy politicians.

"...Are you okay?" Although that question was rather ironic, considering that he was the one with claws two inches into his back, the stallion was generally concerned about the erratic silence that has befallen him. Lizard claws shouldn't be in stallion backs. Rules of society number 2546.4. "Damn it, child! Get off of my back!"

Spike then removed his claws from the stallion's back, got on the ground, and fell to his knees. "Forgive me!" The stallion then looked at spike for an uncomfortably long amount of time. His deep green eyes scanned the drake's body a number of times. Spike just assumed this was the stallion's first time seeing a dragon in person, and spike was likely not what he was expecting to see. This wouldn't be the first time a situation like this has happened (although in the past, Spike didn't space out and find his claws in anypony's back). This was however- and by a stroke of luck- one of the quietest confrontations that Spike had ever had with a curious pony. Thankfully, this one doesn't feel the need to scream or attack Spike, even if he was technically assaulted.

But the red color in his eyes were unsettling. Every few moments or so, the stallion would look around as if he was being watched. The possibility that this guy was a possible foal-napper, was as terrifying as jumping into the sun.

And then he touched Spike's head.

If Spike had been complaining about how the ghostly touches messing with his mind earlier, his complaints were withheld. It was as if every ghost within twenty miles had come over and poked his body at various points. They were all different, but they all had no power over the physical plain. All the touches, like the first one, were completely mentally induced. All he knew, was he had found who the ghost wanted him to find.

"Young dragon, it would appear that the spirits have drawn us together."