Assassins For Life

Assassins For Life

It was the night before Zaria's official day of public school. Before she went to bed, Ezio had explained that Zaria may be best at mathematics, due to how well she is at free running measurement. She always knew how far the jump was, and she could determine if it was jumpable or not. Zaria was still very unsure about all of this.

Ezio was looking in his journal, his orb was sitting next to the candlelight. The orb glowed, but Ezio tried to ignore it. He was oblivious to everything around him during times he was in his journal. But what caught is attention, was the sound of trotting behind him. As he turned, he saw that Zaria had woken up.

"Ezio..." She began, her bleach blonde main was down from her usual up-do and was down to about where her body stretches down to her hooves. Her tail was half as long as her hind legs, and it trailed along as she trotted a little closer. "I can't sleep..." She added, her accent was softened.

"Zaria, you need to sleep. A mare your age should not be focused on troubles." He remarked. Zaria had stopped, halfway between Ezio and the doorway to the main room, to Ezio's study.

"I'm still unsure about all of this 'school' business," Zaria said. A partial reason she was afraid was because she had the assassin symbol on her flank, but it had a small pink bow. It meant that her special talent was that she could assassinate very well, even though she was a mare. Another reason was her no-pain condition. She was scared that ponies would take advantage of that. Her dog, Scruffy, had grown in six years. He was the size of his breed: a Bloodhound. Scruffy was a wonderful guard-dog, and Zaria felt Scruffy as a soul companion.

Ezio chuckled, and led Zaria back to her bedroom. Her room was candlelit, with a dark wood dresser, and a golden paint lined mirror hung above it. Her bed was a normal size, and it had a quilt over a soft mattress. As she climbed back in bed, and pulled the covers over her, Ezio sat down at the foot of her bed.

"There is nothing to be afraid of," Ezio consoled the frightened filly. Zaria still looked as unsure as Scruffy did when she told him that she'd have to go the next morning. She's still not buying it... Ezio thought. Zaria sighed deeply, and Ezio tried to get her to feel a little better.

"I'm trying to say: there is nothing to worry about. As long as they don't know that you cannot feel pain, you'll be fine." Ezio sighed. He exited the room, still concerned for Zaria.

"Oh, bugger it!" Zaria growled, and laid down. Frustrated with Ezio, she pulled the covers over her shoulders, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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The alarm clock rang as the sun peeked over the horizon. Not wanting to wake up, Zaria knocked the alarm clock off on the dark wood nightstand. She yawned, and sat up. Scruffy was snoring away, and Zaria gently stroked him as he slept. She got up, and trotted over to the main room. As she passed the fruit bowl sitting on the counter-top, her aura started up and got a banana. Her magic peeled it and got it close to her mouth so she could eat it.

Sitting down at the table, she read an article on the remaining school that she was attending. My school made the cover of the newspaper? She thought. Reading it carefully, word for word, it just made her more and more uneasy about the school. Ezio had woken up, and trotted downstairs. He pulled his hood up with his magic, and came up behind Zaria.

"Zarianna," He began, attempting to get her attention. She turned her head to face him. "I trust that you get to school on time, the bus cart arrives in twenty minutes. So be ready. I have to meet Connor at the ruins," He added. Zaria nodded.

"Okay, Ezio," She sighed. He trotted outside, and away from the hut. Scruffy had awaken, and he came into the main room where Zaria sat at the table. "I already hate school, and even if the ponies are nice...it will still keep my expectations on the low," Zaria muttered under her breath. Scruffy whimpered, and Zaria opened the door.

"There you go, mutt." She teased as Scruffy went outside. Zaria was finished with her banana, and noticed that the bus was to arrive in ten minutes. Not in much of a hurry, Zaria trotted into her bedroom to brush her mane. As the brush stroked through her tangled mane, she thought about her new school. She got her cutiemark only three years ago, and she didn't intend to say anything about it. "I swear...if someone asks about my cutiemark, I'll slap them across their face." Zaria promised herself.

After five minutes, she was ready from school. So she let Scruffy back inside, and trotted out to the bus stop down the street. She saw that three younger foals were waiting for the bus as well. She didn't say anything. Zaria didn't want to make a fool of herself and screw up with her words. But then came a couple more ponies. One had a white coat and a midnight blue mane and tail, the cutiemark was a football. The other had a golden-colored coat, with a streaked mane colored with a blue mane as well. Except it was a sky blue. They were both stallions, and they looked her age. Zaria bit her lip to keep herself from shouting "Hey!".

"Jewel! What did I tell you about coming out here on your own?" The white coated stallion asked a little filly. The filly looked up at the stallion as she opened her mouth to speak.

"But...Hunter! I'm old enough to come out here on my own! You may be my older brother but-" She tried to explain, but the stallion she called Hunter looked at her sternly and cut her off.

"But nothing! You are five years old! And anypony could just scoop you up and foal-nap you!" He replied firmly. Zaria was truly bemused. Why am I just listening to this without saying something? Oh...because I don't want to make a fool of myself. Zaria thought to herself. She sighed, and looked over to the other stallion. He looked back at her, and smirked. She giggled slightly, and looked down at the dirt ground below them.

Finally, the bus cart arrived. Zaria was the first to get on, and as she trotted down the isle, she noticed that almost all of the stallions and colts looked at her with smiles and smirks. If there was another stallion next to them, they whispered to each other as she passed. Befuddled at all of the murmurs about her, she sat in the back of the bus.

"So, where did a pretty little mare like yourself come from?" A stallion asked. She was startled a bit, and looked up. The stallion that smirked at her was resting his head on the back of the seat, and was facing her. She smiled, and glanced up at him.

"Well...from the end of the street," She answered, her British accent thickened a bit more when she ended her answer. He laughed and looked her in her bright purple eyes.

"Nice! If you don't mind me asking: What does your cutiemark mean?" He asked. Zaria's eyes widened with shock. Bloody 'ell! I know what I promised myself...but he's so hot! She thought. She smiled, and looked back up at him.

"It means I can assassinate well, even though my gender is female," She answered. The stallion raised an eyebrow, and smirked at her again.

"That's cool. My cutiemark means I'm awesome at gaming." He explained. "My name is Astro, and your's?" He asked, holding out a gentle hoof.

"Zarianna. But you can call me Zaria," She said, extending out a hoof of her own. Their hooves met and they shook.

"Zarianna. Pretty name." He complimented. She smiled and looked him in his bright red eyes.

"Astro is a great name as well," She replied with a smile. They laughed and continued their conversation about each other.