Assassin's Creed: Forgotten Family

  She couldn't stop thinking about it. Why did that white hooded figure seem so odd to her? She didn't even see his or hers face. Nothing but the white robes, but she felt as though she needed to see it again. Sweetie Belle tossed and turned in her bed, trying to get herself to go to sleep. She laid there with her eyes open, starring at the ceiling of her room. She signed and turned her toward her nightstand. A small electric clock was present with red lighting in it. It was only past ten o'clock. She groaned softly and rubbed her eyes with her hooves. All she could think about were those white robes. She then looked next to her clock and saw the small blade she picked up in the plaza. She avoided Rarity seeing it, fearing she would over react as usual if any type of weapon came into the workshop. She grinned at the thought of seeing Rarity freak-out. Over the years its become more of s show then something serious whenever Rarity flipped out. Sweetie Belle forgot how long she was laying there. She closed her eyes and dwelled inside her dream land.

  Inside, Sweetie Belle was running in a lushes green field, feeling the wind in her face and mane. She felt wild, feeling the soft ground glide across the her hooves felt amazing to Sweetie Belle. She looked up toward the sky, she saw the bright blue sky and yellow sun in the sky above her. Birds flew past her and glided higher into the sky. She felt like a child again. She felt free as an eagle. On cue, a hitch pitch eagle cry came from above her and Sweetie Belle yelped as she tripped and landed on her rear. Sweetie Belle looked up and saw a brown eagle circling around her. The gracefulness of the bird was amazing to the filly as it glided in the air. What she didn't expect though was the bird to suddenly nose dive toward her. Sweetie Belle screamed as the bird came in like an arrow. Her world went dark and Sweetie Belle felt her head hurt and she felt as though she was upside down.

  Sweetie Belle groaned as she felt her head was slowly filled with blood. She opened her eyes and saw that it was daylight. She groaned again and fixed herself off her floor. Sweetie Belle rubbed her head and looked toward her clock. It was a few minutes past eight. She stood up and walked over to her makeup stand. Her eyes were baggy and her eyes were slightly blood shot.

"I'm starting to look like Rarity." she mumbled.

  She used her magic to lift a brush off the desk and began to brush her mane, straitening it out. Sweetie Belle caressed her mane, holding it with one hoof while her magic guided the brush over her hair. Her hair looked as though it was made of silk with each brush, shining in the sun light coming through the window. Its golden glow coating her mane. She started to hum to herself. A sweet song that her mother had taught her at a very young age. Sweetie Belle was going along more with the song, she started to softly sing it out loud by this point.

"By wind and by sea, by the grace of your need to adventure and prize. Thou must venture to parts unknown to rescue your bride." she sang.

  Sweetie stopped her singing as she could hear as though another was singing with her. She looked around her room, nothing but her bed and window to be seen. She could have sworn...

"Why did you stop my dear? That tune was marvelous."

  The mare yelped and looked toward a corner of her ceiling. There, perched like a bird on a cliff, was the same white hooded pony from the day before. The one who dropped the blade. The mare wanted to scream for her sister but found she couldn't find the words, fearing what the hooded pony might do if she did. She could see a smirk on the ponies face, under his hood. Sweetie Belle felt like she would pass out at any moment. The pony spoke again, his firm and gentle colt like posture that was telling the mare he wasn't going to hurt her.

"Calm down my dear. I do not wish to hurt you. All I want is my wrist blade." he said pointing a blade on Sweetie Belle's nightstand.

  The mare looked toward the blade and lifted it with her magic. She levitated it toward the perched stallion and he grabbed it with his hoof. He made a thank you gesture toward the mare and placed the blade in his white robes. He then leaped off his perch and landed with a soft thud on the floor, landing on his back hooves. He stood up and walked toward the white mare on the chair. Her muscles were tensed and her mind was ready for anything if the hooded stallion tried anything. He stopped in front of Sweetie Belle and bowed his head as if she was royalty. The mare gave him a confused look.

"Many thanks miss...?"

"Sweetie Belle."

"Miss Sweetie Belle for returning by blade to me. I assured you wouldn't be harmed and I will keep my word. Now, I must be off."

  Sweetie Belle grabbed his hoof before he ran out her open window.

"Wait! Who are you?" she asked.

  The hooded stallion looked over his shoulder and Sweetie could barely see a smirk on his face.

"My name is Altair. Nice to meet you Sweetie Belle."

  He perched himself again on the rim of Sweetie Belles window and opened it slowly with his hoof. Before he jumped out, he turned toward her and smiled at her again.

" I wish for us to meet again under...different circumstances."

  With that, he leaped out the window and Sweetie Belle was blushing slightly, she could hear him running across her roof and then jump off once again. She looked to the ground and thought about what had just happened. How did he get in? None of the windows were open until he opened the one now. Which made it all the more confusing. She had forgotten to ask him why he wore those robes but what really caught her eyes was the odd symbol on the tip of his hood. Sweetie Belle thought she had seen that symbol before. To make sure, she would pay a visit to a certain alicorn tomorrow.