It had been a good birthday for me. I had finally told my parents about me and my obsession over My Little Pony and they had accepted it. Most of the stuff I got was mlp related except for an assasins creed blade and bracer (look out Templars). But anyway, this is the story of ow I became a pony. If I die and someone finds this journal they will think I'm freaking insane.
It was about a week after my birthday and I had just finished running through the wooded area behind my house on a park our run. I was tired and had a bit of a sweet tooth. I looked in the fridge for something drink when I saw it. A piece of cake from my birthday a week or so ago all wrapped up in plastic wrap to keep it fresh. I pulled the plastic off and dug in. It tasted kind of funny but I didn't care. It was cake!
Later that night I got a fierce headache. I went out and took an Advil pm expecting sleep to take me. But it didn't. The pain in my hod intensified. I felt my forehead and felt something pointed coming out under the skin. I ran into the bathroom and flipped on the light right when the solid piece of ivory stabbed out of my skin and splattered blood all over the mirror. The pain was excruciating. It felt like someone had taken a dagger and shoved it into my forehead and proceeded to twist it. The next thing that happened was I began to shrink and sprout hair all over my body all the while my by horn was still growing. And when I thought the pain was almost over, my bones started breaking and re arranging my body. The pain from my pelvis and every bone in my legs was to much and I blacked out.
When I came to the pain in my head was only an ache. And my waist didn't hurt to bad. I went to run my head and felt a rounded object come into contact with it and the ivory horn as well. I looked at my hands and hooves. It was hard to believe but I had turned into a pony. As I sat up, I heard a jingling. I turned to see I was wearing my entire set of Ezio lether armour as well as the two blade and bracers I had received at my birthday. I immediately ran over to a puddle to see what the rest of my body looked like. I had a white body with a jet black mane and tail a thin moustauch. Green eyes and a cutie mark of eagle carrying a sword in its talons. I had to say I looked pretty sexy. I attempted to stand on two legs which worked like a charm. Walking was a different story. I tested the blade and bracers to see that I could still operate them.
As I was fooling around I heard a distant shriek for help. I without thinking drew my hood over my head and took off at full sprint towards the sound. When I got there, I saw a small yellow and pink pony trapped against a tree by a bear. She was cowering in fear and looked to be no bigger than a filly. No more than 10 years old. I sprang into action and jumped onto the bears back, wrapping my lover hooves around its waist. I unsheathed my blade half way, enought to harm but not kill and drove it into the bears chest. The bear collapsed as I withdrew my blade with a hoof on its throat. I pulled back my other of, extending the blade to full reach.
"If you ever come near her again and try to harm her. I won't stay my blade" I said jumping off of the near, sheathing my blade. The bear jumped p and ran off into the forest. I then turned my attention to the filly behind me. She was still quivering with her head down and her ears covered. I tapped her on the shoulder and she looked up. I offered her a hoof and she gladly took it. I helped her up. I leaned down and kissed her hoof and smiled to her.
"Who, who are you." She said.
"I am, uh ,Ezio, the flying one." I said bowing. The accent was easy considering my family was from Italia and I was born there.
"We'll that's funny, you don't have any wings." She said with a chuckle.
"I suppose so. Anyway, I'm new here. I was just walking around this field when I heard you call for help. Could you show me around by any chance." I asked.
"Of corse," she said. "By the way, thanks for saving me." She said sheepishly.
"Don't mention it, sweet heart." I said to her. She was now blushing heavily. I liked this pony. She was funny cute and oddly familiar. "So what did you say your name was again?" I Asked her.
"Oh, silly me its fluttershy." She said.thats what was so familiar about her. She was from that show. Except in the show she was alot older.
"That's funny, you don't seem very shy to me." I said.
"Only around crowds." She said matter of factly. We walked in silence the rest of the way. When we got into town, I could tell something was on her mind.
"What do you want to know?" I asked her. She looked startled at the fact that I knew she had a question.
"We'll, I just wanted to know, why they call the flying one if you don't have wings." She asked me staring at my cutie mark. "And I've never heard any pony named Ezio before."
"We'll, Ezio means eagle or the flying one. The reason you've never heard of me is because I'm from a far away land called Italia. And they call me the flying one because I can do this." I said running towards a wall and running up it a few steps and finding purchase for my hooves and jumping up the rest of the way. I looked down at her from the roof of what looked to be a giant carnival tent. She flew up next to me and sat there. Lucky me the sun just so happened to be going down. I didn't know why I was here, but I did know I was here for a reason. And It wasn't to cosplay Ezio. I was going to be an assassin. And that was all I knew.
Well that was the story of how I became a pony. After I met Fluttershy not to much happened except for I met her other friends Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie Pie and rainbowdash(who also questioned me per my name and title), nothing really happened until I got my first contract.
I woke up to the weak winter sunrise and got ready to go and help out in town for some bits. I clipped on my armour and bracers. Tested the blades and walked out the door and was hit in the face by a small grey pony with a blond mane. She shook the snow from her pelt and went to her saddle bags, in search of something. She pulled out a letter and placed it on the ground in front of me.
"I'm really sorry about that mister." She said shyly backing away.
"It alright." I said opening up the letter with my blade.
"Ooo, how did you get that knife to come out of your wrist like that?" She said in utter fascination.
"Oh, it's just a spring loaded gauntlet with a blade attached to the underside. You wouldn't happen to know who sent this would you." I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Nope, just who to give it to." She said. Turning around and flying off. I closed the door behind her and read through the letter again.
Dear Ezio,
I know your to from here and I figured you want to help out around town. Well I have a Jon for you.i have seen you and the equipment that you wear. Your a killer, don't deny it. But anyway, there is this potion make that lives in Canterlot. I want you to find him, and end him. If you need to know why, he sold my sister a bad potion and I killed her. If you do it successfully, I'll give you 800 bits. Well come in contact when the job is finished.
Your friend.
P.S. burn this letter. Can't have anyone finding out if you fail.
I threw the letter into the fire and let it burn as I went and got my things. I fastened my sword and dagger to my belt. I pulled my cloak over my head and went for the train.
The train ride was a long one. I got tired very quickly and considered going to sleep, but I needed to be aware of my surroundings. And sleep would just deaden my senses. When we arrived in town I cracked my neck and ran at the wall. I had perfected my skills since becoming a pony. I hustled up the wall as fast as I could. As I reached the top I stood up on two legs and looked down at every pony. I blew a kiss to a few mare who giggled before I turned around and ran towards the potion makers shop. I had reached it right when the sun had set. I jumped down, bracing myself for the landing and sat down on a bench putside of the shop and waited. A little bit later it started to rain and I thanked myself that my hood was waterproof. When the potion maker walked out, he cursed and started to run down the street I followed him.
It had been a long day consulting with ponies who wanted potions for stupid things like love. And this cursed rain didn't make his day any better. When he arrived at his home he pulled out the key and went for the door. He heard a swooshing and looked over his shoulder to see a hooded figure standing there behind him.
"We need to talk buddy." The cloaked figure said. "You sold a potion to a pony a few weeks ago, it killed her. Did you know it would do this to her." The figure said.
"What does it matter what happened to lacy." The potion maker said turning around to open the door. "What are you gonna do about it."
"Ever heard the saying an eye for an eye." The cloaked one said yanking the key out of the potion makers mouth with his magic. "Let's just say I'm here to collect lacy's eye." He's said bringing his hoof back, unsheathing his hidden blade and plunging it into the potion makers eye. The potion maker screamed and writhed in pain for a moment and then went still.
It felt strange. Taking another ponies life. But there was no time to dwell on that. I withdrew my hoof from the potion maker's eye, it and my armour covered in blood on the right cuff. I picked up his body and placed it on a bench and made it look like he was reading. I quickly scaled the wall and made my way back towards the train. No doubt the scream had attracted the royal guard.
Three days later I was at home, when the same mare knocked on my door. I opened it up and stared at the big package that she had hanging from her jaws.
"Hi there mister, this arrived this morning for you. Have I seen you somewhere before." She asked giving me the package and cocking her head sideways.
"Ya, you delivered a letter here three days ago." I said.
"Hm," she said scratching her chin. "I delivered a lot of letters three days ago." I then flicked my wrist out and the blad shot out and I opened up the package. "Oh your that guy. I thought you had white cloths."
"I did, I got them dyed red." I said looking down at my armour.
"Oh cool. I guess I'll be seeing you." She said turning and flying away. I closed the door and picked up the note.
Thank you was all it said. I looked down at the pouch and jingled it. 800 bits. Wow.
