Necromancy: The Beginning

       "Interesting, this one seems to really like you."

Spike had never been more terrified about mere words as much as these words terrified him. He had just been told he had a little ghost pony just hanging around him, and it was being hunted by a creature known as a soul eater, which was described as a small, transparent creature that could range from being a canine, avian, or feline creature. These creatures were extremely dangerous, and hard to see. Spike had been taken to the stallion's house so he could communicate with the spirit. Although normally Spike would call this stallion crazy, what he says does makes sense, and explains the poking and prodding Spike felt earlier.

As the duo (or trio) entered the stallion(now known as Corvo)'s shop, Spike saw there were just paintings and carvings in the rental shop. Nothing really looks like the equipment that you would think would belong to a psychic, but the wares looked appealing. There were extremely detailed pictures of ponies having good times, landscapes, and even the castle of Canterlot. It was a really impressive collection of artwork. The prices weren't even that large, even considering the quality of the pictures. This was just art, not that huge profit stuff you would see in an expensive art store. This was just art.

Spike found himself staring a the art, completely unaware of his surroundings.

"Ah, here we go!" Corvo said.

He pulled out a small vial containing a red dust. It was in an odd container that seemed to be in the shape of tons of bubbles spiraling around each other. It flickered a faint blue light every few seconds. It bought a humming vibration into the air. Due to the surroundings being dark the whole time, Spike was unable to see Corvo's features the entire time. Even Spike's dragon eyes could detect a faint outline, but no real features. The blue light showed a short, silver mane with a black highlight going down one side. His hair was also straight and even. Nothing else was seen, not even his eye color.

The vial had a undecipherable magnetization to it. Spike couldn't help but be drawn to it, as if it was willing him closer. Corvo draped a small piece of cloth over it. "You like it, eh?" Corvo began, "Well that makes sense, considering you're a small drake. This flask is made out of soul gems; an enticing treat for dragons of all ages. It's like the sweetest candy and even if you haven't ever heard of it, a dragon will be drawn to it like moths to a flame." Spike began to reach towards where the vial was hidden. Corvo moved his claw away with a gentle sway of the hoof. "It also seems that it will continue to attract younger minds even if it isn't within seeing range."

"Excuse me, Mister Mist, could you tell me exactly how this will help me with that spirit eater-thing? I don't really feel safe with it trying to stalk me. I don't even feel safe knowing there's a spirit thing following me around! What's going to happen if-" Corvo interrupted Spike by patting the top of his head. Spike looked directly into where he supposed Corvo's eyes were, but he couldn't see anything due to him being so close. "Could you turn a light on or something?" Spike could almost feel the confused blinks Corvo was likely to be doing at this moment.

"Oh, my apologies! I have not noticed a thing. Here, let me just turn on the lights, sorry again." A clinking sound was heard, and suddenly a number of candles flickered to life. The few paintings from the front, only visible from outside light, were suddenly seen in a new perspective. In fact, tons of paintings and artifacts could be seen around the entire shop! For a a small rental building, it was extremely impressive.

Corvo's features were able to be seen. He had grey fur and a silver tail. His cutie mark was a spiral green mist, and his eyes were a deep blue. His cloak seemed to disappear once the light came on, as if it were made of shadows. He was also an earth pony.

Spike seemed to remember that the zebra, Zecora could also use a type of magic, but from what he seen came from a type of potion. Corvo had a vial of magic powder, so logic says he either had a fire mechanism that traveled through the wall by oil, or there was a flicker potion or something around. Spike was never good at understanding potions. He hasn't the slightest idea as to what they are for, and neither does Twilight, although she does know the basic functions. For all Spike knows, potions could turn you invincible. Spike just decided to only pay attention to what needs attention, and leave the questions for later.

"Okay." Corvo said. He took several steps around the room, gathering multiple vials. When he grabbed seven, he placed spike on his back, which was still bloody, and took him to a table that was hidden under a white cloth. "Sit here while I get one more thing." He went to a back room and disappeared. Once again, Spike's mind was allowed to wander. He thought of the spirit that was hovering somewhere in the room, likely watching him. It creeped him out, and he began to hysterically look around the room as he thought about it. All the worst outcomes from all the movies and books he has read about the supernatural immediately flashed into his mind, further increasing anxiety in the infantile dragon.

Corvo came back into the room, a smile on his face. "I found the powder. With this, you wold be able too see strong spirits that just float around. You might be able to hear them. Now, I don't know what these bottles do to dragons, considering I've never tried to blow  this in their faces, but... Maybe nothing would happen. Maybe it could tear your body apart. No worries!" Maybe this guy was cool. He obviously knows his potions better than Spike does, but he did say he didn't know what they would do to Spike's body. Sure, it might tingle or make ponies want to punch him in the face for inspiration, but-

"Did you just say that thing would kill me?!" Spike was suddenly completely fine with having a ghost around him. Ghosts are nice. Ghosts wont hurt him. Ghosts defiantly wont tear him apart. "Um..." Spike began to feel warm. "I don't want to-"

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure that I don't have my shredding potion with me!" Corvo assured him. "It's blue, and these vials are all green, silver, or red. It's perfectly safe."

"I-I-I'm not so sure about this." Spike began to shiver. He was almost certain that his life would be over if he spent any more time with this stallion. He seemed cool but now he's just... Insane. And not the good kind. "Look mister, I would appreciate it if you didn't spray your crazy death mist to-" Corvo poured some powder from one of the vials into one hoof, and blew it into Spike's face. He inhaled it, and began to cough and hack. His body seemed to tingle, and everything was bright. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?"