Assassin's Creed: Forgotten Family

  The sun was setting and wind brushed across the Everfree Forest. the leaves rustled and grass swayed with the wind. An orange glow had engulfed Equestria's horizon along with purple clouds. A beautiful sight to behold. Canterlot shined light a diamond in the light. Ponies were heading home from their long days at work. Closing their shops and businesses. Guards patrolled the out side and inside. Most of the guards were on edge during this time of day. It was the perfect times for thieves to wonder the streets and look for shops to break in. Or assassins looking for their next target.

  Altair jumped from one rooftop from another with vast speed. He lunged at the side of a building and gabbed the window with his hooves. He quickly pulled himself up and ran. He stopped as he reached an edge of building, over looking the entrance to an flower shop. behind him, he heard heavy breathing and shuffling of hooves. He rolled his eyes and looked behind him to see a tired Sweetie Belle behind him. She stopped once she reached him and put a hoof to her chest. Altair chuckled.

"What's the matter? Cant keep up?"

  Sweetie Belle gave a annoyed huff.

"Hey...you've been doing this for years, I only started today!" she breathed heavily.

  Altair nodded and smiled.

"Good point my dear."

  Sweetie Belle walked over to the white robed stallions side and looked at the same flower shop. She gave him a confused look.

"What does a flower shop have to do with finding the lair?"

  The assassin perched himself on the edge of the building and looked over his shoulder at Sweetie Belle.

"Because...that IS the lair."

  Sweetie Belle face hoofed. Altair knew she didn't believe him, so he would have to prove it. The stallion looked below him, seeing a hay kart below him. He grinned and turned back to Sweetie Belle.

"What I'm about to do it stupid. I don't want you to try this until for a while."

  The mare gave Altair a confused look. The hooded stallion the leapt off the building, causing Sweetie Belle's heart to drop. She quickly rushed over and saw Altair in a spread eagle position and falling toward an abandoned hay kart. He landed with barely a sound. Sweetie Belle waited for her friend to emerge from the kart. Her wish was granted as Altair leaped out of the kart but darted into the black ally behind it. She gave a questionable look. Sweetie Belle looked and saw a ladder behind her. She quickly climbed down the building and saw Altair still looking at the building of interest.

"You know their was a ladder back there right?" she said,

  Altair broke his gaze from the building and toward his friend.

"I didn't know that. But I always like to use that dive." he said.

  Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes. The two returned their gazes toward the building. The sun was nearly down, purple was engulfing the sky by this point as Luna's moon was breaking the horizon. Altair raised his hoof in front of Sweetie Belle and the two froze. The moon peaked over the mountains and guards started to go on their patrols. The two waited for a guard to pass them. Altair swung his hoof down and the two ponies sprinted toward the flower shop. Altair brought a key out from his robe and unlocked the door. Sweetie Belle's eye twitched with confusion. Altair noticed this and grabbed the mare by her hoof and pulled her into the shop. He then silently closed the door.

"How in the name of Celestia do you have the key to this place!?" she shouted she loud, Altair was glad the guards outside didn't hear his companion.

  Altair put his hoof to Sweetie Belle's mouth and shushed her before she could scream any louder.

"Any louder my dear and we'll be in the dungeon by midnight!" he said.

  The pair made their way toward the back of the store, behind the counter and through a backdoor, leading into a store room of the flower shop. The storage room was decorated with various plants, seed bags, and fertilizers. The smell was the first thing that hit Sweetie the moment she walked in the room. It smelled like she was in a jungle, surrounded by various wild flowers.  She cupped her nose and she could feel her eyes start to water. Altair looked as though he didn't enjoy the stench either, he was scrambling to fins something on the wall of the storage room. The assassin wiped out his hidden blade and cut a square shape on the dry wall. He peeled off the wall paper and it revealed the creed's symbol underneath. Altair then planted his blade inside a key sized slot in the wall. Mechanisms squeaked and gears grinded and the sound of the door lock clicked. Altair pushed open the small door, a stair case lit by candle light behind it. Altair looked back toward Sweetie Belle who shrugged. He jerked his head toward the stair case and moved in toward it. The pair slowly made their way toward the spiraling staircase. Sweetie Belle was admiring the architecture of the walls and how old they must have been. Altair was only looking straight, a look of no emotions on his face.

  The two arrived at the bottom of the stair case. A large door met them at the bottom. The creeds symbol present on the front. Altair smiled and reached into his robes. He pulled out a strange looking key. Sweetie Belle tapped his shoulder and he looked back toward her.

"You still haven't answered my question." she said.

  Altair rolled his eyes.

"The shop keeper is a long term friend of mine. He keeps that room locked twenty four seven."

  To Sweetie Belle that was a fair enough answer. Altair stuck the key in the door and twisted it. A loud click was heard inside the door and it opened with a creepy creak. Behind the door was a completely pitch black room, Sweetie Belle stuck her hoof out and watched as it disappeared into the darkness. She quickly took back her hoof and grasped it. Altair chuckled and grabbed a torch off the wall behind them. He raised the torch above his head and began to walk into the black abyss. Sweetie Belle squeaked and wrapped her hooves around the assassins neck with a look of fear on her face. Altair snickered, earning a pout and a blush from Sweetie Belle. The tow made their way further into the blackness until Altair nearly collided with a wall. He smiled and lit another torch above him. A chain reaction was set off, lighting torches all through out the room. The chamber itself was larger then what Sweetie Belle expected. It was large enough to hold over a dozen ponies. The walls were covered in the creeds banners with their symbol in the middle. In the middle of the room was a round table.

  Altair took in a deep breathe and observed the lair. He felt a grip around his neck tightened, he looked and saw Sweetie Belle looking in amazement at the lair. He gave her a smug look.

"Do you intend to make this an intimate moment Ms. Belle?" he said.

  Sweetie Belle's face turned bright red and she quickly jumped off Altair. He chuckled again and made his way toward a doorway to the right of the round table. He walked into a dark room and cheered excitedly, catching Sweetie Belle's confusion. She walked over toward the door and stopped at the entrance. Altair emerged with a broad stick strapped to his back. Sweetie Belle raised an eye brow.

"What is it?"

  Altair raised his hoof and lowered his hood from over his head. Sweetie Belle's eyes went wide as she saw Altair's snow white mane and grey fur. His eyes were like rubies as they met Sweetie Belle's. Sweetie Belle didn't want to say it, she only thought it, Altair was the most handsome stallion she had ever seen. She tried not to blush at the thought, and kept her bearing. Altair grabbed the stick from behind him and showed it to Sweetie Belle. The stick had a thick handle like grip to it and with long nozzle. Metal carvings were present on it along with a strange trigger near the arch of it. She engulfed the pistol in her magic and lifted it toward.

"I have found supplement weapons that assassins before us used in their work." he said.

  Sweetie Belle lifted her head up and looked at Altair.

"Us?" she questioned.

  Altair nodded and walked over toward another wall of the chamber. He grabbed a torch and lit the final one. A wall piece of the wall was discovered, showing a ancient painting. Hundreds of years old from the looks of it. It showed the royals Princess Celestia and Princess Luna sitting in the middle of two assassins one wore pitch black armor while the other white assassin had his hood down. Sweetie Belle could see his smile from where she was standing though. Altair called out and pointed his hoof at the white assassin.

"Sweetie Belle! I want you to meet your ancestor! Brave Burn Belle!"

  The mare could feel her knees start to give out as she gazed apon the white assassin. She couldn't believe it. She had assassin heritage. How could that be? Her mother and father or gods even Rarity would've told her! Altair could see the distort in Sweetie Belle's face and raced over to her. He stopped in front of her and she sat her self down in a old chair.

"I understand this comes as a surprise to you?"

"Oh yea think!?" she barked at him.

  Altair was unmoved by her outburst but instead felt bad for his friend. He grabbed a chair of his own and sat down next to her.

"Why do you think they didn't tell you this?" he asked her.

  Sweetie Belle snapped her head toward Altair with her eyes wide open. She looked back down toward the ground and signed.

"I...I don't know. Maybe they just thought it wasn't an important part of my history I should have know about?"

  Altair looked as though he didn't like that answer. In fact, he out right hated that answer. Not wanting to show rage for something that wasn't Sweetie Belle, he breathed through his nose and looked toward the painting on the wall.

"I believe they didn't want you to know my dear is because their scared of what might happen if you found out. You may not see it on me Sweetie Belle, but assassins have become prey toward an organization know as the Renegades. They are the reason we are the only ones left of the creed. They are also the reason many assassins I knew years ago have turned in their robes and blades to escape death. I can understand why however, you would be constantly hunted by Faust knows what and not know when it would happen. I however, have nothing to fear. I have no family, nor friends except you to defend knowing how defenseless they are. To put it bluntly, I am not scared of death. But, back to your family not telling you your heritage."

  "I cant say I vouch for them to have kept it a secret. You had every right to know, even if you didn't want to become part of the creed. But the most likely reason they didn't tell you was because they knew their heritage and what the risks might be if the Renegades knew of them. They only wanted to protect you."

  Sweetie Belle was clenching her seat. She had assassin heritage which makes her apart of the creed by birth. Altair put his hoof on her shoulder and she looked at him. He pointed at a doorway opposite toward the round table. She got up and walked over toward door, being careful not to stumble into chairs around the table. She used her magic to open the door. Her eyes widened as she saw a mannequin pony wearing an assassins robes. Her eyes lit up with delight and she launched at the robes but a sudden gold light wrapped around her and pulled her back into the chamber.

"Hey what gives!?" she said.

  Sweetie Belle looked behind her and her mouth dropped. A goddess of a pony was standing beside Altair. She dropped Sweetie Belle and the mare landed on her rear. She looked up at the princess and gave an embarrassed smile.

"I hope you didn't think you can wear Brave Burns armor without training now did you?"