Assassins For Life

Assassins For Life

In Equestria, there is usually more calm and peace than in Britain. Britain is where main war takes place, and where many assassins are called. Ezio, the best assassin unicorn around, met a filly in Britain, who's home was destroyed after the war. She desperately needed self-defense. The problem she has is...she cannot feel pain. Ezio wanted to help her defend herself, because her condition leaves her more eligible to ponies beating her up.

He took her on as an assassin-in-training, and she said that her name was Zarianna. Zaria for short. When they first met, she was about five years old. Now, she is an eleven year old mare. For six years, she has lived with him, as his student. She knew he was somepony she could trust. But any time she got into a fight, she never felt the stabs of hooves, roughly burring their ways deep in her body. She never knew how many bruises she'd come back with. She never knew what true pain felt like.

It was about time she worked on the academic parts of her foalhood. Ezio decided to allow her into public school. But Zaria didn't wish to leave where she always considered her safe haven. She wouldn't dare to leave, unless it was for a kill. She was fearful that she might get picked on. Not only was the only standing school was a school for grades Kindergarten-12th grade, but it was a one classroom school. So she'd have the same teacher, but differently aged students. Ezio wasn't ever willing to put Zaria in harm's way, but he feels that she needs school for valuable knowledge.

Zaria only felt that all she needed to know was how to assassinate. She's read books on places that are much farther away from Britain. Her world, in the history books, was originally built for humans. But pony immigrates decided to claim Britain as their own. The leader at the time, quoted that the name was exotic enough. Every time Zaria looked back on that lesson she was taught in a different school (before the war), she called it absolute rubbish...especially because of an argument that arose soon after the land was claimed.

The night Ezio met Zaria, the gun fires had been hushed, and the lights of sparks of flame, was being burnt out. Zaria was sitting on what used to be her front porch, where her mother always watched her play with her small puppy, Scruffy. But her mother was a nurse-of-war, and where she was working from, was bombed. Her father was a soldier, and he was shot in the chest. Her dog, Scruffy, surprisingly survived. He crawled out of the bomb cellar, covered with dirt, and lay in Zaria's lap.

Zaria was covered with scratches and bruises. Pieces of her burnt and bombed home had fallen on her, making her look as if somepony had beaten her to death. Ezio was killing a few guards, when he spotted the small filly. He pulled his knife out of the guard's chest, and trotted over to her. "What are you doing out here?" He asked Zaria as she looked up at him.

"I...I was trying to find my home, but as you can see...it's gone," Zaria answered, a thick British accent coated her tone. Scruffy growled a little at Ezio, but then stopped as Zaria stroked him gently. Zaria's horn sparked as she gently tried to pick up a barely harmed bow she once wore all of the time. Her aura held it up as she dusted off ashes with a hoof. As she put her mane up into a ponytail shape, and placed the bow in, she didn't realize that she had a piece of glass in her hoof this whole time.

"You have a glass piece in your hoof," Ezio pointed out. "Didn't you feel it?" He added, starting his aura as he used it to lift the hoof with a shard injected in. Zaria looked up to him, Scruffy had fallen asleep, and he didn't bark at Ezio for handling his owner.

"That's just it, I don't feel pain, and I have no idea why!" Zaria exclaimed. Ezio gave her a truly bemused look, and found a slightly burnt thread spool and took a small piece of metal. His aura pulled out the glass, and stitched the wound shut. Zaria sat there, no pain was felt.

"No pain?" Ezio asked. Zaria nodded and he took a minute to think about this. This filly cannot feel any pain. He thought. He decided to ask if Zaria was willing to come to his base with him. Smiling a little, she nodded and trotted along, her aura carrying her tiny dog. "So, what's your name?" Ezio asked casually. Zaria looked up to him, and replied with a question after.

"Zarianna, Zaria for short. And you?". Ezio turned his head behind him to face Zaria.

"Ezio...I'm an assassin pony," He told her. Zaria gasped. "But you can trust me," He finished. Zaria sighed, relieved of that.