We stumbled out of the bar. I volunteered to walk Olive home in her intoxicated state. This mare was quite the lightweight. Five cups of this stuff and down she went. Along the way to her home I told her of the recent events that had occurred to me.

"No way," Olive said, astonished, "a dragon? In one punch? No fucking way."

"Believe what you want, it happened." I said, stoically "You can even ask the mare I saved."

"Oh yeah? And who exactly was this mare."

I opened my mouth, but shut it as soon as realization came to me that I hadn't even asked that one mare's name. I scratched my chin with a hoof.

"Well her coat was butter yellow and-"

"Let me guess, light pink mane, pegasus?" she interrupted.

"Uhh... yeah? How did you know?"

"Her name's Fluttershy, she's one of the local veterinarians and one of the Elements of Harmony."

At this point my eyes were wide with surprise.

"Element of Harmony, huh?" I said fascinated.

We continued walking silence. The sun was just at the horizon and the skies had begun their shift into a darker shade of blue. The town had nearly emptied. The market had died down, everything was exceptionally quieter than it was this morning. A little too quiet. I held my hoof in front of Olive to stop her from going any further.

"What's wrong," Olive asked, concern filling her eyes.

"Go on home without me," I said, "I'll stop by the bar again tomorrow."

"But..." she tried to say something but stopped, nodded and proceeded on her way as soon a put my hoof back down.

As soon as she was out of sight I blinked and activated my vision. As I thought, on the rooftops, there were glowing figures, but they weren't glowing red like the rest of the hostiles I've faced, they were blue. I blinked off my vision, dropped the sack of apples, and high tailed it the opposite direction that Olive went. As expected, they pursued me. Their hoof steps apparent as they ran and leaped from rooftop to rooftop. I made a sharp turn into a dark alley, hopping over a fence that would have been a dead end to the inexperienced. I would have flown, but my wing was out of commission for a while.

Of course, despite my detour, my pursuers were still on my tail. I looked ahead to see a lit house with an opened window. I increased in speed. Once I was within close enough vicinity, I leaped through the window, passed a screaming mare, and through the second window conveniently placed right across from the window I entered into. Ahead of me was a wooden fence. Again, I leaped over it, but in midair, I was tackled to the ground by a stallion in a white hood, irritating my broken wing. I struggled against his grip, but it was fruitless. This guy had fucking body builder strength. Before I could react, his hoof met my face and just like that, all consciousness left my needing grasp.

My eyes slowly fluttered open. A headache assaulted my brain with tremendous force. I sat from bed examining surroundings. The room was huge and the wall paper was white. The bed seemed to be made for a king. The mattress was huge, and with an elegant frame to match. A dresser sat across from the bed and right next to it, a wardrobe. I looked beside the bed I currently sat on. A night stand stood and on it was a lamp and a glass of water. I quickly grabbed the water and downed the contents. I set the glass down and got out of the bed.

I was expecting pain to shoot through my broken wing, but nothing came. I looked and saw that somepony had taken the time to mend it, seeing the bandages wrapped carefully around the feathery appendage.

Some freaky shit happened. I was chased be ponies in hoods, then knocked out by one. It wasn't really a walk in the park getting punched in the face then waking up. it just doesn't make the headache in the morning any less painful. I wonder what those ponies wanted with a deadbeat like me. Were they thieves? Apparently not, the money in my jacket pocket was still present. Then what the hell did they want from me?

I slowly trotted to a door which lead to a hallway. Down the hallway were stairs and I took them down only to be stopped half way as soon as I heard voices.

"Are you sure it's him?" one of the voices said, obviously male, "I mean, he doesn't look like much."

"I'm positive, Shining," this voice was soft and female, almost timid, "he saved me from the dragon, and fought off a pack of fourteen timber wolves."

"Fluttershy," another female voice began to speak, "if he is who we think he is, then this could change things for the creed."

"I'm just worried if he's alright," the soft voice said, "I managed to fix his wing, but I don't know if it'll hold."

Fluttershy? Creed? What where they talking about? Do I owe these guys something? I need answers. I continued to trot down the stairs, pulling the hood of my jacket over my head to shadow my face from view. As soon as I reached the ground floor, a living room came into view. All of the furniture looked extremely expensive. A fire roared in a fire place, lighting up the place dimly. Around the fireplace sat three ponies. One was a unicorn stallion with a white coat and a long mane colored with two shades of blue, and shield surrounded by stars for a cutie mark. Next to him, at his right, sat a pink, alicorn mare with a mane of two shades of purple, and yellow. Her cutie mark was a crystal heart surrounded by gold. To the left of the stallion was a familiar mare. She must've been the Fluttershy pony Olive talked about.

They continued to talk as I crept around in the shadows, careful to avoid the light of the fire. They all faced towards each other which might make it hard to be stealthy. The space behind the stallion seemed to be least lit up. Slowly, I made my way behind the stallion and raised a hoof to bring down onto his skull.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." a male voice nearly made me jump if it weren't for the blade that was positioned under my throat. All eyes soon looked my way.

"Damn it," I muttered under my breath.

"Well, well," the white stallion spoke up, "good morning sleeping beauty."

I shot a glare towards him which he took notice of and raised his hooves in defense.

"Whoa, no need for the death glare," he said, "look we got off at the wrong hoof. My name is Shining Armor." Shining Armor motioned over to the pink alicorn. "This is my wife, Princess mi Amore Cadenza."

"You can just call me Cadence." the pink one said. "And I believe you've already met Ms. Fluttershy."

Hiding behind Cadence, was said mare. She must be the quiet type. I almost forgot that she was in the room.

"Stand down, Flash Sentry." Shining Armor said to the stallion holding the blade to my neck, "He's no threat."

The blade was removed from my neck as the stallion holding the blade took his place next Shining Armor. His coat was orange and he had a spiked, blue mane. On his front hooves where strange devices that faced inward toward his underside. Like they were meant to be hidden from view.

I relaxed a little bit as soon as the blade was away from my neck area.

"Alright," I said still holding my gaze towards the group of ponies in front of me, "I'm going to ask a few questions and you have to answer me as honestly."

Shining Armor nodded, a smile adorning his face, trying his best to look trustworthy. To be honest, I don't trust any of them as far as I can throw them.

"Where the hell am I?" I asked.

"You're in a private mansion that is headquarters to the Assassin's Creed." Shining Armor said.

"Why?"

"We have been told of your skills in combat by a certain agent of ours," he gave a glance toward Fluttershy, "and we believe you have what it takes to be a part of the creed."

"What makes you think I want to join you little organization?" I scoffed. This is crazy, these ponies are crazy. I'm no more special than a rock at the side of the dirt road.

"Maybe this might convince you," Flash Sentry spoke up. He walked up the stairs I came from, then came back down, but this time with a picture frame in his teeth. He set it down in front of me and I picked it up with my hoof. It was a photo of my father with some other stallions sharing a drink at a bar. Their mugs were raised and huge smiles were plastered on their faces. What really caught my attention were the uniforms they wore. they had a somewhat different design, but were mostly long, white combat suit with a hood. My father's, though, was black a little bit of red at the rim of his hood, and a strange, silver insignia sat at the center of where two straps of red fabric crossed at his chest. The insignia looked like an upside down 'V', but the two ends that were supposed to face upward, had curves protruding from them, pointing towards each other.

"Your father was one of our best operatives, Icarus." Shining Armor said, "He was one of the organization's fine leaders. His courage and knowledge was unsurmounted, which lead the creed through the toughest spots."

I looked back at the photo and saw something off. I something white flashed at one of the torn corers of the photo. I quickly opened the back of the picture frame and removed the photo. Taped to the back of it was a note that was neatly folded. I removed the note from the photo, unfolded it, and read carefully. It read:

Dear Icarus Swift,

If you are reading this, then it means that my time on this land is up. You are probably aware, already, of this secret I've been keeping from you, and if not, then I am an Assassin for the Assassin's Creed. It is not a profession I enjoyed, nor is it one I can just ignore. Just know that I kept this secret from you to protect you. Now that you know, I wish for you to join the Creed. You will do the Creed some good. Training for you is unnecessary, for your skills come naturally. I'm proud of you, my son, and please, do the Creed good. Nothing is true, everything is permitted
Your father always,
Silver Swift

My eyes read over the note again. Sadness welled up inside my chest, but I forced in back down. I folded the note and placed it and the photo into my jacket pocket. I looked back up at Shining Armor and the others. They stared at me expectantly.

"You don't have to join us if you don't want to." Cadence stepped forward, putting a hoof on my shoulder, "Being a member of the Creed is a heavy burden to bear."

"My father's last wish was for me to be a part of this Creed," I said, shrugging off her hoof, "and I will follow through with his request." I walked straight up to Shining Armor and looked him dead in the eye. "I will join your Creed... for my father."
They all nodded in agreement. I have a feeling this is not going to be easy.

Author's Note

I forgot to mention that this is the first story of five that will all lead to an Avenger-like sixth story. The protagonists of each story will come together into one huge story. Give me some feedback on whether this is a good idea or not. Brohoof to you all! /)