Death's Judgement

Onyx chuckled as he followed the little Drake out of the castle. Some minor trickery and deceit mixed with some minor ritual magic kept him hidden from all that would perceive him. Not that it would have been hard. God this realm was overflowing with magic, the background count high enough to hide any minor thing he did. So he watched as his unknowing disciple walked with purpose through the streets of the city. Onyx scanned the Young Teens thoughts as he walked and got a wealth of information, it seemed that Spike was indeed his mother's Number One Assistant for he had an amazing depth of knowledge about anywhere he looked. Spike himself had his hands in the pockets of his pants, his light, hooded jacket pulled close more out of a want to be unrecognized then against any chill. Spike soon boarded a train to Ponyville to meet this Mayor Mare. Once on he selected a empty car and it was then Onyx saw the Young Man's mask slip.

He watched as the Drake slumped in his chair, his eyes drooping, but the whispers of his broken fetch keeping him awake. Whispers of love and assurance, comfort and care, but said from an eyeless face, upon a body that bore still bleeding spectral wounds.

"It will be okay, Spike I will always be with you". Spike shivered as the fetch hugged him, nuzzling his arm, "I will watch over you and protect you forever. I will never leave you. But we must not tell them they will think you killed them. Those gaurds with the empty eyes. The ones who killed me and tried to kill you. But I wouldn't let them. I couldn't let them, tell me you understand, please Spike?" Onyx had seen enough, their was no time for a plan, to let this continue was cruelty.

"Hello, Spike."

Thinking he had been alone Spike jumped. "You!"

"Yes, me, You have a problem there, and no you are not crazy, I see it too."

"It? This is my mother's ghost! You can't just call her an it!". The fetch had grown quiet it was just staying wrapped around Spike.

"Not correct, what you have there spike is an incomplete fetch that still thinks it s the whole instead of just the part. IT thinks it's your mother but it is not. Your mother's soul moved on but she so wanted to protect you that she tore her soul and spirit apart from each other, my guess using the very release of her death as a catalyst. Then, as she was by the look of it being stabbed to death, she burned a connection directly into your soul between you and it. However she did not know how to finish the binding, honestly I'm impressed she did as good a job as she did. If she had gotten one calculation wrong your mind would have been completely broken, if not destroyed." He sighed, "and your Fetch, the broken thing it is, would have crawled into your empty body and lived again." His eyes lit up, "Your Mother must have been quite the Mare."

"Wait, aren't the Spirit and Soul, describing the same thing?" Spike shrank back from Onyx's glance, it felt like when his mother caught him reading comics during lessons.

Onyx sighed. "I suppose with the summons you used to call me, I should have expected that question." He straightened and took on a serious posture that made Spike, out of reflex, pull out his parchment and quill. "The Soul, young Drake is the higher guiding force, it governs the higher emotions as well as the urges to push ourselves to do more, to reach for the heavens if you will. The Spirit, however, is responsible for the physical, the day to day running of the body, as well as lower emotions, and more animalistic impulses. Of course this is a gross over simplification and does not discuss any of the aspect of either nor where the two over lap, vis a vie, Love.". He smiled as the Teen Drake scribbled notes furiously.

"Upon Death, the soul moves on to pursue higher things, while the spirit rejoins the energy of the world. A fetch is formed, typically in one of two ways. 1. It is called by a summoner and forms from the energy within everything and is then bound to a being, place, or, thing of the summoner's choosing or, and this is your case, 2. It is formed from the dying of another and bound to another living being. In both cases the fetch is named and given it's own purpose. Your fetch is in pain and confusion because that step never happened. We need to fix that, we need to end it's constant pain."

"I thought you weren't going to help?"

"I never said that, I said that I perform the Judgement of the Dead, and that if any authority could help you, I was not needed, they can't, so I must do so."

"So you are going to help!"

Onyx held up his hand, "According to my own rules, methods, and means. I'll not be influenced, nor will I be used. I am the court of the last Mortal Resolve. First, we are going to fix your fetch problem then I will look into the particulars of this case and make my determination based on my findings and what Princess Twilight Sparkle would want. That is what the Judgement of the Dead is, putting the wrong things right as the Dead would have wanted them done in life.. And I severely doubt your mother would ever ask for Blood."

Spike again rubbed the back of his head, without his fetch's whispers he was able to think clearer. "So what do we do?"

" We are going to name your fetch, it is the only way to end it's pain. We're going to complete the binding started, First, though, Spike take a letter.