Finding Hope: Hope is Lost

        Within a griffin settlement of miners, north of the crystal empire. Two griffons, a dragon and an earth pony were playing a simple game of go fish. So far the pony had been winning.

        The pony had no mane or tail and singed gray fur. He wore a fedora, casting a shadow over his eyes. He was well known around this area as a skilled assassin. He was quick to temper, and to pull his gun. So the other three he was playing with we're smart not to overreact when the started to lose to him.

        "We'll I guess I win boys!" He bragged "Would any of you like a retry?"

        "Nah, need to go mining," said the smaller of the two griffins.

        "I've got to get back to smelting the ores from the mines." The dragon left

        "Yeah I should get back to mining too." The other griffin announced, leaving only thepony.

         He got up and walked around his temporary home, which was just one of many temporary safe houses. Admiring some of his trophies. But one of his most favorite prizes, a photo of him. Standing proud nest to a young filly, bearing both wings and a horn. She had crimson red hair and pristine white fur. She wore raggedy cloth in the shape of a cloak and had no cutie mark.

         He continued down until he reached his bedroom. He jumped onto his bed looking at the ceiling. Today had been a rather bore for him. He had nothing much to do. These days ponies or griffins alike didnt hire assassins as much and his usual employer who just went by "The King" hadn't contacted him in nearly a decade.

         He had almost fallen asleep when a letter appeared above him in red smoke. Of coarse he picked it up.

         "Dear, Night Eye..." He ailed off skimming through to the end. Suddenly going wide eyed and smirking "... Syncerly, your King!" He exclaimed "Well this is going to be fun!"