Brotherhood of the Moon

by ZakTH

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Crossover, Princess Luna, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Rainbow Dash, Other, Original Character
Length: 68816

Assassin's Creed / G1 MLP Crossover

Luna is no longer Nightmare Moon, and has returned to rule Equestira once again, but not everypony is so ready to forgive. When a secret organization kidnaps the Elements of Harmony and threatens to murder Luna, Rainbow Dash must go back into the memories of her ancestor Firefly, to learn the ways of the Assassins to fight this new terror and save the new princess, as well as her friends.

Credit to he4rtofcourage for the title image.

Published 2011-11-24 19:49:46 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-10 02:19:28 UTC

Chapter 2

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 2

"My ancestors were...what?" Dash said stunned.

"Assassins." Luna replied simply. "You come from a line of trained killers Rainbow Dash." Dash was still trying to grasp the idea. She came from a family of racing ponies, everyone in her family knew nothing but laid back lives and fast times. To think anyone of them could actually make a living of killing other ponies...

"Okay even if that's true..." Dash said skeptically. "What does my family have to do with all this?"

"Because, you're ancestors weren't just a bunch of crazed assassins, they were elite members of an assassin brotherhood known as the Stars of the Moon." Luna said, pulling out a book from the bookshelf with her magic. "You see Rainbow, the hooded ponies that attacked you and kidnapped your friends are a group of political extremists set on the destabilization of our two party system to grant them control of the throne." Luna said in a particularly educated tone. Dash could only blink in confusion. "They're...crazy ponies who wanted to kill me to give them power." Luna simplified.

"How would killing you do that?” Dash asked.

"They are, well were, Celestia's advisers, so they held a large part in what decisions she made." Luna placed the book on the floor and continued, flipping the pages. "They were the ones who convinced Celestia to imprison me in the moon, and after Celestia realized the gravity of her decision, she banished them all from political positions." Luna continued searching through the book. Dash caught glimpses of images in the book, a group of gems, a calm depiction of Equestria, and what she thought was a picture of Nightmare Moon. Luna continued. "It seems that now that I've returned, they want revenge for their shame, and considering how many generations have passed, they probably are convinced I'm some evil tyrant who wants to destroy them all.” Luan rolled her eyes at the last bit, but kept flipping through the book. An odd silence followed the last statement. Dash waited for Luna to spout out more information, but she never did. Still, she wanted to fill the void with something.

"So...you're not, right?" Dash said.

"Not what?" Luna replied.

"An evil tyrant or whatever?" Luna stopped searching her book to give Dash an unamused look. A nervous smile crossed Dash's face. Luna shook her head and returned to her book.

"Okay, I still don’t see what this has to do with my assassin ancestors though." Dash said, finally offering a question. Luna stopped at a page and turned the book for Dash to see, it was a page on the Mare in the Moon.

"Do you remember the end of this story? 'The stars shall aid in her escape' ?" Luna asked.

"Well, kinda." to be honest, Dash had never read too much of anything.

"Did you ever wonder who these 'stars' were?" Dash nodded her head no, and gave a quick shrug. Again, Luna rolled her eyes. “That line was actually and old saying, the name 'Stars of the Moon' is not just a random title, the entire organization was created to combat the Flames of the Sun, the street name for Celestia’s advisers and their allies. Your ancestors, along with other assassins, helped my side of the throne stay strong, and saved me on numerous occasions. They helped to make sure the Flames didn't control the entire land."

"But I thought you said they only advised Celestia!" Dash said.

"It was a different time Dash." Luna said shaking her head. "My sister was very easily persuaded. In a way, I was too."

She turned to the chest beside her. "Anyway, let's get to the point." Luna opened it and floated out something with her magic. It was a weathered old crown; it looked like it might have been very intricate and beautiful once, but now it had pieces missing and tatters everywhere. It was almost a sad sight to see something so pretty in such bad shape. The only thing about the crown that did not look old was the shining bright ruby that crested it. It was in the shape of three bars, interlocking to make a triangle. "This is an old magical artifact." Luna said. "The Crown of Animus." the ruby seemed to brighten at the name's mention. "When worn, and with the right spell, it can allow the user to reach deep into their subconscious and relive memories embedded in their very DNA, it will allow you to re-live the lives of your ancestors." Dash was still mesmerized by the gem on the crown, but she did hear what Luna said. Could this crown really allow someone to relive the lives of their forefathers? Was something like that even possible? "I want you to live the life of your ancestor Rainbow Dash, and learn how to be an assassin." The revelation was enough to shock Dash out of her trance.

"Me? An assassin? I could never do that!" Dash said horrified. "I can't hurt another pony, I just can't!"

"It's in your blood Dash, you can, and you can do it better than anypony else." Luna said coldly. In her blood? Dash remembered the conflict with the Flames at her house. She couldn't deny that it felt natural, but could she have really killed those ponies?

“Well…why can’t you just get your guards to help?” Dash suggested Luna shook her head. “My sister insists that this attack was a freak uprising, that they have no real power. But I can tell, these ponies are not kidding, they’ve waited long enough to re-build their forces, and they won’t stop till I am no longer a threat to them.” Dash still wasn’t convinced.

“But…what if…why don’t you” Desperately she looked for an alternative, anything other than becoming some trained fighter. There had to be another way, she needed there to be another way….

"Do you want to save your friends?" Luna said suddenly. Dash nodded.

"More than anything." She said eagerly.

"Then I'm afraid you must do this. Only one type of pony can take on the Flames by herself, and that's an assassin." That was a deal maker. Dash didn't like the idea of hurting others, of training to be the best killer she could be, but if her friends were at stake, she would do anything, absolutely anything for them. Such were the ways of the Element of Loyalty.

"...I'll do it." she said.

"Okay, I think the spell is prepared." Luna said. Rainbow Dash was lying down on the blanket and her head rested on the pillow. Their purpose had become clear. "Are you ready to begin?" No. Dash wanted to tell Luna no, she wasn’t ready to be an assassin, and she didn't have any intention of becoming one, but she knew for her friends sake, she had to agree.

"...Lets just get it over with." Dash replied simply. Luna floated the crown up and onto Dash's head. It fit nicely, almost too well.

"Now, as your spell caster, I'll be able to communicate and guide you while you’re inside The Animus' spell." Luna offered. Along with that, you'll gain a few advantages to compensate the time gap. For now just try to relax." Luna closed her eyes, and her horn began to glow. It started as a dull glow, but soon grew into a blinding shimmer. Dash closed her eyes too, tried to relax her mind so as to ease the spell. The aura around Luna's horn now bathed the room in a divine white glow. With a struggle, she lowered her head and touched the gem of the crown. Instantly the glow seeped into the gem, and it was the crown that glowed with such intensity. Dash began to slowly lose touch. As if she was falling asleep while conscious, she could hear the idle movements of the room dissipate, feel the ground beneath her slowly deteriorate. Eventually she could hold it no longer, and gave in to the pull of a past world, slipping into memories not hers.

Hoofington. 12 years before the banishment of Luna. It was a relatively small town, populated mostly by earth ponies, with a few pegasi scattered about. None of the unicorn aristocracy dared to touch the low class town though. This meant the local law enforcement was mostly made up of earth ponies, which was a very good thing for Firefly.

"Get down! You can't be up here!" yelled the guard, struggling to keep up with the blue maned pegasus ahead of him. She tauntingly stuck out her tongue. The two raced across tile roofs, jumping alley ways and climbing walls. Firefly found herself approaching a street, a gap between roofs too far to jump, but it was not a dead end, no, it was her ticket to losing the guard. Firefly jumped off the roof, making it about halfway across the gap. She then spread her wings and set herself to glide, riding the wind until she propelled herself to the other side, gasping onto the edge and pulling herself up. "You hooligan!" yelled the angry guard, stopping at the edge of the gap. "You know peasants are not allowed on the rooftops! Climb down or I'll have to force you down!"

"Oh yeah? Firefly replied. "You and what army?" she said smugly. A sudden hoof grasped the back of her shirt and pulled her up. The guard that had snuck behind her turned her to look into his angry eyes, feel his hate and anguish.

"The city guard." He said in a low tone.

Dash could feel herself slowly taking control of Firefly's movements. The Animus had started her out as a spectator, nothing more. But slowly she gained superiority, first her eyes, then subtle thoughts, then her voice. In a few seconds, Dash guessed she'd gain control of her body too. The guard didn't give her the chance though; he forced her to climb down and picked her back up as soon as they were on ground level. While she was being dragged along, she decided to familiarize herself with her new body.

"Dash, can you hear me?" said a voice inside Dash's head.

"Yeah Luna, I can hear you fine." She said aloud. Some passersby on the street gave her an odd look.

"You don’t have to say it out loud." Luna said. "Anyway, in a few moments you should be able to fully control Firefly, and sometime after that, this guard might let you go and you can move freely." Dash rolled her eyes.

"Hey, it's not my fault!" she said mentally. A thought struck her then. "So wait, if I can control Firefly, won’t I be able to mess up history and stuff?"

"Remember these are memories." Luna said. "Ideally you should follow your ancestor's actions exactly, but there is some leeway. However, doing something too out of character for Firefly or extreme will cause you to 'desynchronize' with the memory, and The Animus will bring you back to an earlier part in the sequence so you can try again."

"Okay." Dash thought, processing the information. "So I can't be too awesome if my ancestor wasn't then?"

"I think you'll find that you and Firefly are very alike Dash." Luna said. "But no, you can’t act like yourself if it's not called for."

"Well, what if-" Dash was cut off as the guard suddenly stopped in front of a door and threw her in front of it. He knocked as she struggled to get up. The door opened up to reveal a lavender pegasus with a long blue mane.

"Yes? Oh!" she said as she saw Firefly and the guard. Dash looked up at the mare. She'd never seen her before, but through Firefly she knew who it was.

"He he, hey mom!" Dash said nervously.

Dash sat at the small wooden table in the house. While her surrogate mother conversed with the guard, she was forced to stay put for the inevitable verbal lashing that would follow the guard’s departure. Still, Dash got a chance to look around the room a bit. It was a small home; there was a wooden table with some chairs, on the wall across from her hung a beautiful painting of a night sky in a forest. Underneath was a small desk, cluttered with ink bottles, quills, and parchments with various writings and sketching and such. The other wall was occupied by a window and the front door, along with some curtains which hung closed. On the opposite side was a door to another room, and a staircase leading upwards.

“Thanks you sir, we will make sure she does not do such things again.” The mare said to the guard.

“Humph.” The guard scoffed. “Let’s hope not, we have archers up there with orders to shoot anyone who does not climb down. It would be a shame if there would happen to be an ‘accident.’” He said with an uncompassionate tone. The mare thanked him and closed the door. She turned to face her daughter. Dash tried her best to hide behind her own hooves.

“Firefly.” She said in a commanding tone. “Firefly, look at me.” Dash unwillingly brought her face up to meet the mare’s gaze. She saw just what she expected, an expression of anger and disappointment, but deep inside she also saw traces of worry. “How many times have we been through this?”

“Uh oh, better let you handle this one Firefly.” Dash thought, allowing her past self to control their collective voice. While the arguing began to heat up between Firefly and her mother, Luna decided to give Dash some background info on the lavender mare.

“Let’s see...” Luna said. Dash heard the sound of pages being turned as Luna looked through another book for information on her. “Ah, it says here that Starry Skies, Firefly’s mother, was the daughter of a merchant, and traveled a lot with her father. On a trip to a faraway village, she met Nightingale, and the two fell in love. She convinced him to move away from his village and travel with her and her father, until the two married and settled down in Hoofington. Nightingale became an astronomer and a few years later the two had Firefly. It says here that Both Starry Skies and Nightingale both died in an unfortunate applecart accident. How sad.” Luna ended the story with a sad tone. Dash felt a bit of sadness too, but not much. It was hard to feel anything but annoyance at the volume her ancestors were arguing.

“That’s stupid!” Firefly exclaimed. “The city guards spend all day on the roof, and none of them get hurt!”

“The guards are not only older and experienced, but they have armor protecting them, and do not jump and gallop all over the rooftops like they were some sort of playground!” Starry Skies replied.

“I can handle myself just fine, I’m not going to get hurt! What makes me any different from them?”

“Did you forget your wing Firefly?” She said loudly. Wait, her wing? Dash turned to examine Firefly's wing and saw what her mother meant. One of Firefly’s wings lacked a lot of feathers, and had a scar across the flesh parts. It suddenly occurred to Dash that Firefly had not flown while running from the guard. She opened her wings yes, but that only allowed her a slight glide, and even then she only barely made it to the other rooftop. Firefly, despite her name, couldn’t fly.

“There’s nothing wrong with my wing!” Firefly shouted, obviously not as shocked as Dash was by the sight of her injured wing.

“How can you say that dear? I’m only trying to keep you safe.” Starry pleaded. Dash could tell she was breaking, but Firefly seemed too steamed to notice her mother’s concern.

“You’re not protecting me, you’re holding me back!” Firefly was almost red with anger, but this, even Dash had to admit, was unnaturally cruel. A slight tear formed in Starry’s eyes, but she blinked it away, still, Dash could tell that last remark had hit deep. Firefly seemed to finally notice too, as Dash could feel her cooling down, but not completely. Still a bit angry, Firefly got up from her seat and walked to the stairs.

“Firefly…” Her mother called.

“Just…leave me alone for a bit.” She replied, and continued up the stairs.

Firefly's bedroom was meager, but satisfactory for her. It was a small room, with a bed, a night table, a dresser, and a window. An extravagant carpet also covered the floor of the otherwise bland room, most likely a gift from her merchant grandfather. The dresser also usually had a small mirror on top of it, but Dash was using it to examine her new body. Firefly was a young mare, around Dash's age, with dirtied pink fur and a light blue mane. She styled it in a similar fashion as Rainbow Dash too, though her tail might not have been as long. Dash had noticed that most ponies wore clothes in this time, only the poorer ponies Dash had seen were naked. Despite being from a supposed simple family, she wore a cloth shirt with a brown vest over, they seemed like colt's clothes, and used ones at that. Still, Dash figured they must have been a privilege. Dash noticed something else about Fireflies wings while inspecting herself, it seemed Firefly had clipped some of the feathers off her good wing, so as to balance it out with her bad one. This way, she could at least glide a bit instead of having absolutely no use for her wings. "But how did it get this way?" Dash asked herself. The injuries intrigued her to go back further in Firefly’s life. Maybe after all this was over, she could return to Luna and…

A knock at her door stopped Dash's thoughts. Instinctively she once again gave control back to Firefly. "Come in." She said calmly. A forest green pegasus with a scruffy beard and a red berete walked through her door, Based of his bird shaped cutie mark, Dash assumed this was Nightingale, Firefly's father.

"Salute daughter." He said with a foreign accent. "How are you?"

"Mom told you, didn't she?" Firefly said cynically. Nightingale sat down on the bed next to Firefly.

"He he, why would you say that? Can a man not just ask his daughter how she is doing?" Firefly rolled her eyes away from him. "Well, since you asked" He continued. "Yes, your mother let me in on your little adventure today, I cannot say it surprises me, but you know you should not be up on the roofs."

"I just wanted to get home quick." Firefly replied. "And I might have made it too, had it not been for that stupid guard, that figlio di puttana." She said, breaking into her father's native tongue.

"Whoa there!" her father said jokingly. "Where did you learn such words? I did not teach you them."

"Maybe not intentionally..." Firefly said with a smirk. Her father laughed.

"Well, just try to stay out of trouble, alright? And remember, whatever you do, I will be proud." He said hugging her.

"Even if I become a dirty thief?" Firefly said smugly.

"Especially so. These unicorns spend their money as if it were about to fly away from them!" he said, again laughing. He got up from his bed to leave the room

"You're going out again? It's kinda cloudy tonight." Firefly asked.

"Yes, I am. The clouds will cover most of the stars, but I thought I might study the moon tonight, it should be fully visible." he said, closing the door. "Good night Firefly." he said before leaving.

"Good night padre." she replied.

With her father gone and her mother told to keep away, it seemed Dash could finally gain full control of Firefly's actions. And yet, her want to climb the roofs stayed. Dash had always had a taste for fast flying, but since Firefly could not do so, it seemed as though she channeled that want for speed into running along the rooftops of Hoofington. Dash opened her window and climbed out, reaching the roof with ease. Pulling herself up on top of the houses chimney, she looked around at the town. It was small yes, but it seemed like an empire in the moonlight. Speaking of which, Nightingale was right, the moon looked beautiful. The perfect arrangement of clouds around its edge and its shine that was so crisp Dash could pick out the individual craters without her father's telescope. It was a truly awe-inspiring sight. Her will to run seemed to have run off by itself, because at that moment, all Dash wanted to do was stare at the beautiful moon all night, and hope it never changed.

Author's note: This would the part where the camera pans over the cityscape, Ezio's Family starts playing, and the title goes "Ubisoft Presents..."

Chapter 4

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 4

Canterlot. The city stood as a glittering utopia shut out from the cruel world around it. Towers rose above the skyline, swirling to the skies. Giant cathedrals displayed intricate glass work, casting colorful shadows around them. Tall walls protected the city and surrounded it standing formidable against the harsh forest surrounding it. It seemed as though everything was extravagant in Canterlot, but Dash wasn't here to see the sights, she needed to do something; and she needed it done quickly. No time to stick around and visit landmarks.

The gates to Canterlot were huge; giant metal cages that fit between an arched doorway. Many guards stood outside them, watching the road for trouble. Getting in to Canterlot would be a problem, Dash doubted they would just let her in, and the walls were too steep to climb. Hoping for the best, she approached the gate to try to gain access. However, it seemed somepony was already trying to negotiate their way in.

"Nonononono! You don't understand, I really need to get in! It's very urgent!" a pink Unicorn was begging the guard to let her into the city. The guard shook his head no.

"I'm sorry mam, but without your travel papers, I can't let you in." The unicorn was kind of young, around Dash's age, and was dressed very lavishly, but still enough to be functional. She had a white mane and tail, each very strait and with a purple stripe through them. Her saddle bags were surprisingly empty.

"I already told you, I lost my papers! I was attacked by some thieves on the road here from Trottingham, and they took all my scrolls and bits!" Dash's ears perked up.

"Um...did you say thieves?" Dash said, inserting herself into to conversation. The unicorn nodded.

"Yes, they emptied my saddle bags and left me in absolute tatters! It was horrible!" she said, wincing at the thought.

"And these papers, what did they look like?" Dash asked.

"They were travel papers, so they had my information, where I was going, what I had to do there, and a sketch of my Cutie Mark." She said, showing off her flank, which bore nine little white stars in an irregular pattern. Dash had seen them before.

"You mean like these?" Dash said, pulling out the missing documents. The unicorn's face lit up.

"Oh my gosh! Where did you get these?" she said aghast.

"Just, found them on the path." Dash said, which was not completely false. She did find them on the ground, lying next to the thief she impaled with her horrible sword skills. At the moment she'd thought nothing of them, but now, she was glad she did not leave them behind. This could be her ticket into the city. The pink unicorn took Dash into a tight hug.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" she said gratefully. She then released her and almost shoved the papers in the guard's face. "There! Can I go in now?" She said smugly. The guard looked over the papers briefly. His eyes widened a bit at something he read, and he nodded.

"Looks about right, okay miss, you can enter." He said. He turned to the sky and yelled at a tower. "Open the gates!" He shouted, and sure enough, the gates slowly swung open. "And what about your papers mam?" he said, turning to Dash.

"...my...papers?" Dash said stupidly. "Well, you see I don't really have papers."

"You don’t have traveler's papers?" the unicorn asked. "How'd you leave your city then?"

"umm...what I meant was..." Dash had to improvise; she didn't want to get this far only to fail. "...the thieves!" she said suddenly. "They stole my papers, couldn't find them afterwards." She said, lying through a thick smile.

"Oh that's terrible. I know, let me take you to the offices and get new ones!" the unicorn offered. "It's the least I can do after you found my papers." she smiled.

"Oh really? Sure, thanks!" Dash said. As she had expected, she could use the unicorn to get into the city. The two began to walk to through the gates.

"Wait!" said the guard said, not attempting to really stop them. "She needs papers to enter!"

"And you'll be the first to see them when we get them made! I promise!" the pink unicorn replied, not stopping. "Thank you!" she said behind her, the two now well into the city.

"Thanks again for getting me in here." Dash said once they were inside the city of Canterlot. It was very high-class; most ponies were unicorns, with a few pegasai and no earth ponies in sight. She could tell that they were in a market now, vendors shouting out their goods and prices. The smell of salted meats and fresh fruits was abundant.

"Oh like I said, it was the least I could do.” She replied. "By the way, I didn't catch your name?"

"Oh, I'm Rai- I mean Firefly." Dash said, catching herself.

"Nice to meet you Firefly! My name's Twilight. Twilight Twinkle." realization hit Dash in the face. The strait mane, the striped hair, the star cutie mark, how did she not see this before?

"Luna?" Dash asked in her head. She heard book pages turning again.

"Twilight Twinkle." Luna began. "A very talented unicorn whose special talent was magic spells. She was apprenticed to a very high ranking official, but never made it into government herself. There's no date of death, but in the year 5 OE (Olden Equestria) she mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Also, as I'm sure you've guessed, her family tree can be traced down to Twilight Sparkle." Dash couldn't believe it, even their ancestors had met. And now that she noticed, old Twilight even looked like new Twilight.

"Why didn't that guard stop us?" Dash asked, trying to take her mind off the oddity of it all. "He seemed really stuck up about that 'no papers no entry' rule."

"Oh, that's probably because he saw who I was." Twilight said. "I don't mean to brag, but I have some pretty strong connections with the higher ups in this city." Of course, just like her descendant, Twilight must have been very close to Celestia, even if she wasn't quite as close as Twilight Sparkle had been. "Wait...you mean the Flames?" Dash asked.

"Well, that's not their official name, mostly only street rats call them that, but yes, The Flames of the Sun." Twilight said, a bit disgusted at the name. "It's almost a derogatory term, if you wanted to be proper, they are 'The Honorable-Fellow Knights of Celestia and The Temple of the Sun'. Or just 'Templars' for short." Dash repeated the name in her head to remember it. Templars: The true name for the Flames. "A very interesting story behind that name, they date back to the time of the Equine Revolutions, where they lead crusades to reclaim...."

Dash's mind strayed away as Twilight spouted information about the Flames' past. This was a large city, too large to find one pony. All she knew was this pony was a white unicorn in lavish clothing; that could be used to describe a good fifth of the population of Canterlot. She would be lucky for a chance to see this pony again, much less kill him. But still, she had to try. The drive to avenge her parents was too great. The problem was that it was not Dash's drive, nor her parents that were killed. It was Firefly's. Dash didn't know if she could put as much energy into it as Firefly had. And yet, while she was in the Animus, she felt like she was Firefly. She was beginning to have trouble distinguishing her thoughts from Firefly's, their two minds being intertwined into something new for them both. All the while, Twilight rambled on.

"...which lead to the establishment of- Oh." She stopped suddenly. "Looks like we're here!" They'd stopped in front of a large tower. Twilight led the way inside. The interior of the tower was stocked with bookshelves and books, but the walls were also plastered with maps, and in the corner a few pieces of metal lay scattered on a table under a sketching of some sort of mechanism. "Welcome to Office of Trade and Commerce!" Twilight said proudly. "This is where I live and work. Normally my master would be here to issue you your documents, but he's out at the moment it seems." She explained. "Now then, you'll need to fill out some forms, hold on, Scale! Scaaaale!" Twilight called out.

"Twilight! You're back!" said a voice from above. A small purple dragon came bounding down the steps from the top floor. "This is Scale." Twilight explained. "He's my Assis-"

"Ahem!" Scale interrupted. "Junior Apprentice!"

"I mean Junior Apprentice." Twilight said rolling her eyes. "He helps me out around here." She turned to face Scale directly. "Anyway Scale, I need you to go get the forms for a new Traveler's License. Firefly here needs a new one." She said with a smile.

"Right away!" Scale said, raising a hand to his forehead. He then turned to leap up the stairs again.

"Hey Scale, where's the old mule off to now?" Twilight said, asking about her absent master.

"He went to the plaza, Gilded Sword is making an appearance." replied Scale from above. Twilight stomped her hoof.

"Shoot! That was today? I have to work on my reports!" she said in frustration. "I really wanted to see him, but I need to finish those by tonight! Ugh!"

"Um, Gilded Sword?" Dash asked.

"You know, the Unicorn noble? White coat, golden mane and beard? I'm sure you've heard of him." Dash's wings almost shot out in surprise. That was the one, the pony she was hunting.

"Where's he speaking?!" Dash asked.

"The plaza, remember? Just in front of St. Red Hoof's Basilica up the street." A crash was heard from the second floor.

“uhh…Twilight?” Said Scale from above. “A little help please?”

“Coming Scale!” Twilight replied. She turned to follow Scale upstairs. "Now, wait here and I'll get your papers ready." She said, bounding up the stairs. As soon as she was out of sight on the second floor, Rainbow made a dash for the exit. Twilight would have to wait, fate was calling.

"Let see...here it is." Luna said to Dash as she ran up the stone roadway. "Gilded Sword. A Unicorn nobleman of past Canterlot. He gained his position mostly from his family, and had very little experience or natural talent. A classic spoiled brat that grew up into a spoiled adult. He frequently took contracts from higher Templar officials to attack or destroy Assassin bases and headquarters, though he rarely completed the missions personally. In fact, it says here the only time he ever successfully completed a contract on his own, was also the last contract he ever took."

"So this will be a success then?" Dash thought. "I'll get this right?"

"Remember this is a memory Dash, not the past." Luna reminded. "You can still mess up, and you'll keep desynchronizing until you don’t. No guarantees."

The crowd was huge. Really huge. Almost the entire plaza was filled with ponies. It was not as enthusiastic as the crowd that had been at Luna's welcoming celebration; this crowd was more shifty and un-easy. Their loud cries were ones of boredom and annoyance, not excitement and happiness. Dash pushed herself through the gathering as much as she could, but it was hard. She'd have to fight for a while if she wanted to get to the front. A white unicorn in ravish red clothing stepped onto a raised platform for all to see. The clamoring turned into a light cheer, but still not as enthusiastic as the yesterday's gathering had been.

"My fellow subjects of Equestria!" He said in a loud voice, the spells necessary to boost his volume not yet discovered. "It pleases me all to see you gather here today. I bring forth to you all a pressing issue that I wish you all to be aware of." It was him. The unicron she’d seen in Hoofington. Dash quickened her pace, pushing through the group to get closer to the speaker. "In the past few weeks, our city has been infected.” He continued. “Infected by the harmful stain brought to us by a group of thieves, murderers, and scoundrels that call themselves the Stars of the Moon. Now, as glorious as our Princess Luna is..." he said the last bit with a dishonest tone and a roll of his eyes. "...They are most certainly out to take away our beloved Princess Celestia and have Luna as our sole ruler and Queen. They are dangerous and sinful evil doers who must be stopped! Do not aid these killers, do not shelter them, and do not refrain to report them to the city guard! I will purge our glorious city of this evil, that you can count on!" he finished, taking a bow and smiling to the crowd. Applause broke out, steadily diminishing but loud nonetheless. He took another bow before stopping mid-pose.

"He's lying!" a voice from the crowd yelled out. All clapping stopped abruptly, and Gilded Sword rose to attention. The crowd around Dash moved back, getting away from her and giving her a clear space in the middle of the group. Her face was grim. "This unicorn is a liar and a murderer! He killed both of Fi...my parents and staged their deaths to look like an accident!" Dash yelled out, referring to Firefly's parents as her own. She pointed her hoof accusingly at the pony on stage. "He's the killer!" Gilded Sword let out a light laugh.

"It seems one of these Assassins has made herself shown! Guards! Kill the pegasus! Show these Assassins what happens to those who oppose Celestia!" Armored ponies leapt from the platform to the floor, the crowd growing further away to allow space.

“What? No! I’m not…” Dash’s voice faded as the guards approached her. She had no choice, she had to fight. Dash un-sheathed her sword, this time trying to hold it in her hoof and not her mouth. She was surprised to find it easier to deflect sword attacks like that, and the guards all held their weapons the same way. She slashed away at a guard, pushing him back, but not striking a hit. He was trained with the sword, and not so easily defeated. Another guard joined the fray, and Dash found herself retreating from deflecting the two. Finally, one guard surprised her with an upper slice, and knocked away her sword. She heard it skitter onto the stone floor some bit away. The guard pushed her to the ground, and soon Dash found herself on her knees, and the guard with his sword raised above his head. "This isn't how this was supposed to go..." Dash thought, and closed her eyes, anticipating the feeling of death once again. She heard the sound of metal slicing flesh.

“I’m dead.” was Dash’s first thought. She’d be desynchronized any moment now and she could try again, maybe with a more subtle approach. But the shakes and flashes of desynchronization never came. “Maybe I stay dead this time?” She thought, but then she heard another sound, the moans of a dying pony. It was not her voice; it was much deeper, and more masculine. She opened her eyes to see the guard still in front of her, his forelegs still holding his sword high, ready to strike. But his face was one of pain and surprise, a bloodied knife sticking out of his chest. The knife retracted and the bleeding guard fell to the floor, revealing the hooded pony behind him, cloaked in a brown hood. She couldn’t see his eyes, but she could see orange fur hidden under the shadow of his hood, and his left hoof holding a large butcher’s knife. He flashed a quick smile before turning to defend against the other guard that had been attacking Firefly. The hooded pony was skilled with his knife, using it to defend against a full length sword, but he could not make an attack. Just when the guard made a move to strike again, an arrow shot into his back and he fell. The hooded pony nodded at a shadowy figure on a rooftop and ran to help Dash as more guards rushed to the scene.

“Assassins!” screamed someone in the crowd. The mass of ponies dispersed as quickly as they could. “C’mon kid, get up.” The hooded pony said with a country twang. He took Dash by the hoof and ran to the edge of the plaza, guards following close behind. With a leap, he grasped onto the ledge of the building and began to climb. Skilled at it already, Firefly began to climb up behind him without missing a beat. Once up, the chase began. Every guard on the roof tops was alerted to their presence, and began to shoot and run at them. A horde of guards chasing them, the situation began to look bleak for Dash and her hooded hero, but they pressed on, running and jumping over rooftops.

"What do we do?" Dash asked, concerning the multitude of guards chasing them. The hooded pony looked down to the street, eyeing a yellow pegasus pulling a cart filled with hay.

"Now..." the pony said, turning with Dash to face the guards, as if to fight. “...we disappear!" he finished, holding up a small silver globe and throwing it to the ground. It shattered into many pieces, each of which then fizzled into a thick cloud of smoke. The smoke covered everything; Dash found herself gasping for breath in the shroud. Her eyes stung, her nostrils flared, but before she could suffer the gaseous torture any longer, she felt a hoof tug at her shirt and pull her off the edge of the building. When the smoke cleared, the guards found that two of the ponies that had been there moments before were now absent. Meanwhile, a hay bale was being towed out of the city and onto the dirty road once again, it’s destination unknown.

Author’s Note: In this fic, Equestrian time revolves around Princess Luna’s banishment. Any years before the event are Olden Equestria time, or OE, descending in number until year 0, the year Luna is banished. Any years afterward are New Solar Era time, or NSE, ascending indefinitely. It works pretty much like BCE/BC and CE/AD for us. I add this note because the story will likely take place over a multitude of years, Firefly’s life, so timeframes may often be cited as 7 OE or 1000 NSE and such.

Chapter 5

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 5

Dash slowly opened her eyes. The light of the morning came flooding in through the windows, and she sleepily got up in her bed. For a moment, the thought once again crossed her mind that the entire business of Templars and Assassins had been an odd dream, but those thoughts were dispelled when she saw her hoof was still pink, or rather, Firefly's hoof was still pink. She looked around the room; it was wood, seemed to be on the ground floor, and was quite small. It had a small table and fireplace in the same room, along with two chairs and her bed with a small table beside it. An entire living space, cramped into a small room, Dash deducted that this was some sort of small guest house.

"Oh, you're awake!" said a voice from the edge of the room. Dash opened her eyes fully in surprise; she hadn't seen the earth pony standing there. Once she stepped closer, Dash saw she had a kind face. Her full pink mane took up most of the left side of her head, and she seemed to hide behind it. She wore a flowing white dress and had six pink tulips on her flank as a cutie mark.

"Who...are you? Where am I?" Dash asked, rubbing the back of her head where a bandage was wrapped.

"You're in my guest house." said the kind looking pony. "My name is Posey, nice to meet you." she said, with a little dip in her stance.

"Posey." said Luna, beginning her analysis. "A yellow earth pony, she had a talent for growing flowers. She also had a passion for healing ponies and was an experienced medic, using her green hoof to grow herbs for her natural remedies. She was rumored to have another hobby though, a very dangerous one that she only did for her closest of friends. Her family tree can be traced down to your friend Fluttershy." Once again Dash was faced with the ancestor of her good friend, almost as if by fate. Maybe she'd meet more of her friends’ ancestors?

"Ugh, how did I get here, and why does my head hurt so much?" Dash asked, the pain now becoming more evident.

"One of my friends brought you in, apparently you took a pretty nasty bump to the head while jumping into a hay bale." she said, snickering a little.

"Hey, where is that pony?" Dash asked about her rescuer. "I never got to thank him for saving me back there."

"And what makes you so sure it's a 'he'?" said another voice, entering the room. It was the brown hooded pony from before. Pulling down the hood, he revealed his face to Dash. By the elongated eyelashes and snout shape, plus the long blond mane pulled together at the end with a blue bow, Dash could tell that her hero was not in fact a 'he'. This was the head of a mare. "And ah guess you can thank me now." she finished.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks...what was your name again?" Dash asked. The pony just shrugged.

"Ah've been called a lot of things, but most of 'em boil down ta 'no good dirty thief'." she said. "Some folks up north called me Il Volpe though."

"...'The Fox'?" Dash said, recognizing her father's native tongue and translating it.

"Is that what that means?" She said, as if it was the first time she'd bothered with the name's meaning. "Anyway, the name's Applejack, but ah never caught yer name pardner." she said.

"Firefly." Dash said simply.

"Mighty nice ta meet ya Firefly." she replied. Luna turned pages looking for information.

"Let’s see, it's kind of hard to find info on her, I guess they didn’t call her “The Fox” for nothing. She stopped after a few seconds of searching. "Aha!" she said with delight. "Il Volpe, or her real name; Applejack. She shares both her name and her family tree with the Applejack you know. There’s not much in the book after that, other than the fact that she was a master thief, and that not much is known about her." Luna finished. Once again, Dash was faced with the past ancestor of her friend in the present. At this point, she was just waiting for Pinkie Pie to appear out of nowhere.

Dash stepped wearily out of bed, she was a bit dizzy, and her head still throbbed in pain with every heartbeat, but she was alright none the less.

"Oh, do be careful." Posey said, moving to Dash's side to help her stand. "We wouldn't want you to get hurt again, now would we?" she said like a mother to a child. It was nice to rest after the last two days, but she still had work to do, the unicorn lived.

"I have to find him again..." Dash said, moving for the door, Applejack stopped her at Posey's silent request.

"Whoa there lil filly, find who?" she said.

"Gilded Sword..." Dash replied. "I have to kill him."

"You mean he's still alive?" Posey said with a gasp. She looked to Applejack worriedly. "Oh dear, if the master hears of this..."

"Applejack?" said a blue pony, walking in the door. "There you are! The master wishes to see you, I'd hurry too, he seems angry." he then left just as quickly as he'd come.

"Aw, horse-apples." Applejack cursed, not looking too happy about needing to see this mysterious master. "Oh well, c'mon kid." Apple said waving for Dash to join her. "I'll show ya around the city, give ya a tour of the Assassin HQ."

"An Assassin HQ? Here in Canterlot?" Dash asked, moving for the exit. Applejack snickered as they left.

"Kid, we left Canterlot days ago." She moved to give Dash a view of the world outside the front door. It was a different city, much more wooden and blue in comparison to Canterlot's stony golds. A river ran through the town, and some buildings had boat docks and back entrances. It was much smaller and more rural, much more like Hoofington, Firefly's home. "Welcome to Lunagrad kid." Applejack finished. Posey pocked her head out the door to yell.

"Okay, bye! Please try to be careful Firefly! Remember you’re still injured!" she said, waving. Dah waved back, sensing the same caring and compassion she'd come to expect from Fluttershy, even if Posey seemed more outgoing, and more of a plant lover than an animal lover.

After a short walk, they reached what Applejack had referred to as "Assassin HQ". A huge fortress, built upon a mountain within the humble city of Lunagrad. Banners and flags decorated it, red and white, bearing a triangle with a curved bottom, the symbol of the Assassins. Walking up the steps was a long task, but Dash didn't notice the exercise, still in awe of the castle all the while.

The study of the fortress was the very top room. It was filled with books and tables and torches, and other furniture. It looked like a very well kept place of planning and learning. Looking out the window at the back of the room was a black-hooded pegasus; Dash could see his tail was a steel gray, as were his wings, but nothing more.

"Um, Master Steelwing?" Applejack said upon entering the room.

"Applejack." The pegasus' deep and elderly voice said. "When you left for Canterlot, did I not instruct you to take the life of Gilded Sword?" His tone sounded serious.

"Well, uh, yes, but-"

"And did you also," he continued. "ask that Glory and Breaker accompany you on the mission to give you back up, even though it was classed as a one-pony assignment."

"Yes, and ah meant to-"

"And did I not..." he interrupted again. "allow this, if only to ensure that this mission be a complete success?"

"...yes" she said weakly.

"Then why..." his tone rose to anger. He turned around to face them. “does the Templar still live?" Dash almost stepped back at the sight of the pegasus in front of her. His long robes covered most of his body, but the fronts of his hooves were exposed, as was his face. He was nearly monochrome; his mane and fur a light grey. He had a scruffy beard that was white with aging, and his eyes were wrinkled underneath from hours of sleep deprivation, and simple old age. Worst of all, his eyes were a blood red, except his left eye, which was clouded over grey and bore a scar across the left side of his face. Dash assumed he was blind out of that eye. He was quite simply the most frightening pony Dash had ever seen.

Luckily, it seemed his anger was directed at Applejack.

"Well uh, Ah tried to get 'em, Ah really did." Applejack stammered. "but before ah could, Firefly here called 'em out in the square. The guards thought she was an assassin, ah couldn't just watch 'em slice a poor pony to bits, 'specially when she didn't do nothin." Steelwing seemed unimpressed by the story. He gave a sideways glance at Dash, but paid her no further mind.

"Do you remember the second tenet of the asasiyun brotherhood Applejack? 'hide in plain sight'." Steelwing said not giving her a chance to answer. "It is not only a good tactic, but at its core, the definition of an assassin. We do our work from the shadows, not in the spotlight. When we announce ourselves to our enemies we are no longer assassins, but brute warriors without strategy." his face still showed no emotion, if anything, maybe disappointment, but even that was hard to see.

"With all due respect Master..." Applejack retorted. "There’s also the first tenet, 'stay your blade from the flesh of innocents', an Firefly was just that; innocent."

"Yes, stay your blade, not the enemy's. Your work comes first, you cannot save every little peasant that the Flames chose to prey on. The overall safety of ponykind must come first." he said, ignoring Firefly's presence.

"Hey!" Dash said, her natural aggressiveness surpassing her fear for Steelwing's appearance. "I'm not just some peasant!"

"Please, spare me the lecture." Steelwing said, unimpressed. "I have seen you many times, you, the heroic peasant who thinks they can defeat the Flames. You cannot fight them alone."

"I can take on anyone of those guys!" Dash said. "What makes you so sure I can't do anything?"

"You know nothing of our brotherhood child." Steelwing said, annoyance invading his tone. "And you have no business fighting the Flames, nor do you have the proper means."

"Yes I do!" Dash yelled, rage already consuming her voice. "That unicorn bastardo killed my family!" she shouted, her anger pulling her into her father's dialect unintentionally. "And I do have the means," Dash rose her hoof to the ceiling. "I have this!" She exposed the hidden blade, surprising Applejack, the other ponies in the room, and even managing a shocked face from Steelwing.

"Where...did you get that?" Steelwing said, returning to his neutral state. His eyes stayed fixated on the blade though, even his blind one seemed to gravitate to it.

"My father gave it to me." Dash said, wincing at the painful memory. "...as he died."

"Hol' on there. What did ya say yer pa's name was?" Applejack interjected, a thought brewing in her mind.

"Nightingale, why?" Dash asked. A sly smirk crossed Applejack's face. She glowed with confidence as she turned to her master.

"And you didn't want me ta protect the daughter of the great assassin Nightingale?" Dash grew more confused, but Steelwing's face once again fell prey to an emotion; sorrow, for a slight moment.

"So...Nightingale has been killed...." he said quietly, ignoring the fact that Firefly was Nightingale's daughter.

"And he gave it to ya as he died?" Applejack said. Dash winced further, forced to remember more, but responded.

"Yes, he made me hold it in my hooves with his last breaths."

"Well, ya know what that means." Applejack said to Steelwing. "Ya gotta let her join."

"Join?" Dash asked, still very much confused by all this. Applejack just turned and gave her a smile.

"Welcome to the Assassin Brotherhood Firefly."

"Absolutely not." Steelwing replied. "The fact that she holds a hidden blade does not make her an assassin."

"She was usin it ta kill a Templar, a target you've already marked for death." Applejack retorted.

"And she failed to do so properly, announcing herself like a fool and drawing the attention of the guards."

"She just needs a little guidin, someone ta show 'er the right way." Steelwing put the idea in his mind for a moment, his eyes passing over Dash as he passed the thought over in his head. It felt as though he was looking into Dash's soul, finding her weaknesses and faults so he could exploit them.

"...Alright..." Steelwing agreed. "She may join the ranks of the assassins as a novice. I trust that you can give her proper training Applejack?"

"Yesir." Applejack said eagerly.

"Then she may begin training, once she completes it she can be fully inducted and officially join the brotherhood. But, I must warn you." Steelwing turned to look Dash in the face. His stare alone dropped her to a lower stance, making her feel less. "This is a dangerous path that you cannot return from. If you chose to join our ranks you must pledge undying loyalty to us, and all that we stand for. Are you sure you want to do this child?" Dash was still not fully sure what this entitled; being an assassin. Would killing become a normal occurrence? Would she ever return to Hoofington? Would she ever feel free again? There were so many uncertainties, but they could help her. They could supply her with the means to exact her vengeance on Gilded Sword, and after that, it didn't matter what happened. Her old life was already ruined, what happened now was her new life, so why not live the life of an assassin. She took a leap of faith.

"...Yes." She said. "I do."

"...so...all along, my father was never really an astronomer?" Dash asked quietly. She and Applejack had returned to Poesy after their meeting with the Grand Master. Firefly didn't have any money for the inns in Lunagrad, so Posey graciously offered to let Firefly sleep in her guest house again. Applejack had left afterward, off to check on her thieves she said.

"Oh don't sound so glum. I'm sure he actually was for a while. Once he married your mother and had you, he always seemed very intent on leaving the assassins." Posey responded, comforting Firefly.

"It's just...hard you know?" Dash said. "I always thought my dad was gentle, that he couldn't hurt a parasprite. To think he was secretly some assassin pony..." Dash hesitated. "...it makes me wonder what else he could have been lying to me about." Posey once again gave a comforting smile, but it didn't appear to help. "And my mom...the last time we ever talked, we fought. I told her I didn't need her and that she was holding me back." Dash began to water at the eyes. "...she must've died hating me."

"Oh don't say that." Posey said. "I'm sure your mother loved you still. A mother's love is unending." Posey's words finally piercing through, Dash did begin to feel better.

"...thanks for this Posey." Dash said. "for helping me get better, for giving me a place to sleep, for helping me get through this." Dash had been riding the adrenaline fuel that came with her parent's death for the last few days. She'd been so focused on killing Gilded Sword, but now that she couldn't focus on it, the gravity of her parent’s deaths finally set in. Where would she go? What would she do? She couldn't stay with Posey forever, taking advantage of her generosity for free food and housing. She didn't know if being an assassin would provide her with a bed and food and love. Three things she desperately needed and was so used to having.

"I wish there was some way to pay you back, I don't have anything to give though." Dash said.

"Don't you worry about that, I don't do this for money like some other ponies, I have a heart, and enjoy sleeping with a clear conscience at night thank you very much. I do this all out of the kindness of my heart, nothing more." It was an inspiring motive, and Dash saw that Posey was sincere, a light sparkle in her eyes that came at the word "kindness". "Now then, you should rest. Your head is still weak, and you're going to need energy for tomorrow’s training. Congratulations for making it in by the way, it’s not often that we get new recruits."

"Yeah, thanks." Dash said, getting settled into her bed. Posey left for the door. "Hey Posey" Dash said before she left. "You said 'we'. Are you an assassin too?" Posey didn't turn around.

"Oh, not really, I'm mostly a medic, but I do support the assassins with a certain service."

"And what's that?" Dash asked. Posey still stood there. She didn't move, she just stood still, as if she was contemplating how to respond. Eventually she turned around and gave Dash a warm smile like she usually did.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll find out one day."

Chapter 6

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 6

Equestria had always been a beautiful place. Of all the many planets of the universe, ponykind was blessed with one of the most stunningly perfect, fitting for such a delicate race. Everyday Celestia raised the sun, pegasai pushed away the clouds, and birds flew without a care. The air smelled of summer, and the wind blew at just the right intensity and frequency to keep the outdoors a comfortable temperature. What some might consider a once in a lifetime perfect day, was often common place for ponies.

It was perfect for training. Firefly ran along the rooftops of Lunagrad, chasing Applejack as she swiftly leaped and climbed over and across tile roofing. When Firefly had told Applejack that she was already an expert at parkour and free-running, she had insisted on teaching her anyway. After a few minutes of arguing, Applejack had suggested a race. If Firefly won, then obviously she was beyond training. If Applejack won, they would start from the very beginning and follow all the way through. It had seemed like a good plan, but regardless of how good Firefly was, Applejack was better. Even though Firefly might not have needed training, Applejack was still much more experienced. She was keeping ahead of Firefly by barely a foot, but still ahead.

The goal was fast approaching; the flag post above the Thieves’ guild that had been their decided finish line. A large gap lay between the roof and the end, it was just a jump away, and Firefly was losing.

"Heh," gloated Applejack. "Looks like yer not as good at this as ya thought!" She sprinted for the edge, and made a graceful jump toward the adjacent rooftop. She fell short, but still managed to cling onto the side. This turned out to be Firefly's saving grace, because when she made the same jump, she had wings. Faulty wings, but wings nonetheless. And spreading out her wings, along with a lucky updraft, gave her just enough lift to meet the edge of the roof. While Applejack was climbing up, Firefly still had the momentum to keep moving. The winner of the race turned out to be Firefly.

Firefly snickered, waiting by the flagpole as Applejack arrived. "Looks like the student turned out to be the teacher!"

"No fair, ya cheated with yer wings." Applejack said panting.

"Heh, sounds like sour apples to me." Dash interjected, already having experienced this conversation with the Applejack of the present. "Besides." Firefly said, taking control again. "My wings don't work, see?" She flapped them around a bit, but gained no lift. All she did was cause a slight breeze.

"Hmm...I definitely saw ta spread yer wings though."

"Force of habit." Firefly replied quickly. "Now, since we have that out of the way, what's next?" Applejack smirked.

"Oh, eager aren't we? We'll lil filly, next we get to the fun stuff. Combat."

Applejack and Firefly stood in a small clearing. The dirt was patted down from the constant beat of hooves, and a few straw dummies stood at the edge of the wall. "Now, the first thing ya gotta know about bein an assassin, is that we only strike once. An assassin is suposed to come out of nowhere, swiftly kill their target, and then disappear. Here, I'll give ya an example. You be the guard, and I'll be the assassin. Protect that dummy." She handed Firefly a sword and pointed at one of the straw dummies.

"Okay." Firefly said, determined to once again surpass her master. "You won’t get to him though." she said smugly.

"Oh ho ho, we'll see about that." she said, and then ran off. Firefly drew her sword and scanned the area. She saw the building applejack ran behind, and she was going to watch it for her next movement. She knew what Applejack might attempt though, and was careful to keep the rest of the field in her peripherals.

A short time passed. Firefly got bored. Very bored. But that was probably what Applejack wanted, and her will to beat her surpassed her boredom. Still, she needed entertainment. She began talking to the dummy in her boredom.

"So, where ya from?" she said. The dummy was silent. "Oh, that's nice." she replied, imagining an answer. "I'm from Hoofington, great little town, very small-time. Good if you like a place in the country, but that's probably not for you huh? Being the big, important official that you are." the dummy's expression did not change. "Did you hear about that assassin around here?" Firefly said, scanning the area. "Pretty crazy huh, thinks she can sneak into here. I mean come on, right?" she turned around to face the dummy, as if expecting a reaction. She received none. She returned to her work. "Don't worry sir, I'll make sure to keep you safe. You can count on me." suddenly, Firefly heard the sound of fabric ripping behind her. She quickly turned to see applejack with a butcher's knife plunged into the neck of her target, a devilish smile on her face. "Hey!" Firefly said, running at Applejack. Applejack quickly sidestepped and grabbed Firefly by the back. She spun, threw Firefly to the ground, and thrusted her knife at her. Inches before impact with her stomach, Applejack stopped her hoof. Firefly was on the floor, her target had been killed, and she probably was considered for the sake of the scenario, dead as well. Applejack had won.

Applejack sheathed her knife and held out a hoof to help Firefly off the ground.

"And that..." said Applejack. "is how you pull of an assassination."

"How did you do that?" Firefly asked, fascinated. Applejack had not been kidding when she said assassins were supposed to come from out of nowhere. Applejack pointed a hoof at the roof of the building.

"Yer first technique, the Air Assassination." she said. She gestured for her to follow her up to the roof. The two ponies scaled the building and stood at its edge. "When yer target is within jumpin distance of ya on a rooftop, ya can assassinate 'em from the air." She pointed to the two dummies. "Jus jump down and stab em before they can react." she said. She proceeded to show Firefly how she'd killed the dummy before, jumping from the rooftop and landing on her hoofs. She quickly struck the dummy in the neck once again. "Now you try!" Applejack called up to Firefly. Focusing on her target, Firefly readied herself to jump. She envisioned the dummy as Gilded Sword, it's wooded frame his white legs, it's ragged cloth his golden mane, it's disfigured head his diabolical mind, filled with thoughts of power and death. Needless to say, jumping off the roof was very easy for Firefly. She extended her hidden blade with a metallic shing, and jumped onto of the dummy, stabbing it through the skull and using it to cushion her fall. Unfortunately, the wooden legs were not made to bend, and so Firefly broke them with her weight. Regardless, Applejack seemed impressed.

"Woo-ee!" she swooned. "That's one way ta do it! And a mighty fine way too, why I'd bet ya could do it from much higher if you use them as a cushion like that..." she then noticed the state of the dummy.

"...but uh, maybe let's not do that on the dummies anymore, alright?" Firefly blushed a little.

Applejack set up another dummy, this time on the edge of a roof. She showed Firefly how to stab them and take them down from the ledge, that way even if the knife didn't kill them, the fall would. She showed Firefly how to counter attack against sword attacks, she showed her how to hide in hay bales and use them to hide bodies, and she showed her how to defend against a sword using only her hidden blade or a small dagger. Applejack slowly taught Firefly the basics of being an assassin, and as she learned, so did Rainbow Dash

"Alright now, let's put ya sword skills to the test!" Applejack said. She set Firefly up with a sword, and placed her face to face with a dummy. She placed not a sword, but a war mace at the dummies hooves.

"You expect me to spar with a dummy?" Firefly said skeptically.

"One thing an assassin should never forget Firefly..." The dummy was enveloped in a lime glow. "...nothing is ever as it seems." the dummy sprung to life, picking up the mace and moving toward Firefly. A green unicorn colt appeared from behind a corner. He was animating the dummy with magic so she could spar with it. The dummy swung at her head, Firefly ducked. He swung again, vertically, and Firefly narrowly jumped out of the way. She took a stab with her sword, only to be deflected. She brought her sword up to push back another swing from the dummy, but was pushed back from the sheer force and weight of the weapon. She fell to the floor, her sword clattering beside her. She found herself in the same position as the when she'd tried to kill Gilded Sword, her enemy poised to strike, and her helpless. However, the dummy never tool the final blow. "Heh, looks like you need some more trainin in that department." Applejack gloated. "Alright Sawyer." she said turning to the Unicorn. "You can make it-" Before she could finish, an arrow flew through the air and embedded itself in the left side to the dummies head. Instantly the magic cut off, and the dummy fell to the side. Sawyer cried out and brought his hooves up to his head, pain in the spot where the arrow struck the dummy. He didn't bleed, and there was no physical wound, but any bystander would have said he was struck by a real arrow.

"Oh dear!" said a voice coming from the left. Firefly turned to see a white unicorn with a purple mane running towards them. She held in her magical grasp a levitating bow. "I'm terribly sorry; from far away it looked like this poor dear was being attacked! Oh Sawyer dear, are you alright?" She gushed. Sawyer gave her a fierce look as he rubbed the side of his head. She turned her attention to Firefly. "Oh, and you must be the new recruit everyone has been talking about."

"Uh, yeah?" Firefly didn't expect the news to spread so soon.

"Ah, you and yer gossipin." Applejack replied. "Glory, this is Firefly." She said, gesturing toward Firefly. "Firefly, this is Glory." She said, moving her hoof to motion at the white unicorn. "She's the 'frou frou' pony around here."

"I am not!" Glory insisted. "I simply want to look my best while doing my best." Dash saw what she meant. Her light leather armor was nice and clean, not a scratch of cut visible. Her arrows seemed to be tipped with diamonds, and her long beautiful mane was pulled back into a bun for efficiency. Her flank bore the image of a shooting star.

“This pony looks like a lot like Rarity…” Dash thought to herself. Perceiving the thought, Luna flipped through her database of the past and found an entry on Glory. “Glory.” She began. “She was actually the daughter of a rich noble in Canterlot, but ran away at a young age, dissatisfied with her life as a noble. She fled looking for a smaller town, more specifically a colt that would catch her eye and lead her to a life of excitement and adventure. She was recruited by The Assassins due to her proficiency with ranged weapons, becoming one of the few unicorns in the Stars of the Moon. Her talents include finding gems, as well as projectiles; the two gifts coming together and represented through her shooting star cutie mark.” Luna finished her entry there.

“…and?” Dash said expectantly. Luna paused before comprehending the hint.

“…Oh!” Luna said. “Yes, as you probably already know, her lineage carries down to your friend Rarity.”

“This is…impossible!” Dash said. “How can this be? So far I’ve meet six ponies from the past, and five of them have been my friends’ ancestors! It wouldn’t surprise me if Pinkie Pie is wandering around this town!”

“Dash…” Luna said slowly. “Look, there are things that you should know, but not yet. Trust me when I say that you’ll learn them soon enough, but now is just not the right time.” There was a long silence afterwards. Dash did not like the secretive attitude Luna was displaying, but she would have to put up with it for now.

“…Alright….” She said, returning to her ancestor.

"Well, nice to meet you Glory." Firefly said.

"A pleasure to meet you as well darling, now if you'll excuse me I have business to attend to. Once again I'm truly sorry Sawyer." she rushed off at that, leaving the other three behind. Sawyer did not seem very forgiving.

Days passed, days filled with nothing but training. Days became weeks. Weeks, a month. Soon Firefly could hold her own in a sword fight, with only her hidden blade. With a proper sword she could not only defend against, but slay multiple guards at a time with relative ease. She was trained in other fields aswell; Glory taught her how to fire a crossbow, Posey taught her how to treat light wounds. Breaker, the yellow pegasus that had helped Firefly and Applejack escape, helped her learn to avoid brutes, guards with heavy armor and powerful weapons far too hefty to deflect with her sword. And as Firefly learned, so did Dash. She was with her every step of the way, doing exactly as she did. Dash was learning how to be an assassin with her ancestor.

The time came when their training was complete. It was a dark night, not very menacing, but not entirely calm either. Lunagrad was bathed in light from the top of a high tower. The highest in the assassin's fortress. Torch light blazed inside, as almost the entire assassin brotherhood crowded into one room. At the head of the room was Steelwing, along with Applejack and Firefly and a few other ponies. Steelwing began the ceremony.

"My brothers." he said to the crowd. "We are here tonight to welcome another into our ranks. From this night forward she shall be a sister to us all, and us all brothers to her." He turned to the fire, raising his hoof as it intensified. "Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine. These are the words spoken by our ancestors, that lay at the heart of our creed." He then turned to face Firefly, his blind eye shimmering from the fires. "Where other ponies blindly follow the truth, remember..."

"Nothing is true." Firefly finished. Steelwing nodded in satisfaction.

"Where other ponies are limited by morality or law, remember..."

"Everything is permitted." She once again replied. Steelwing turned back to the general assembly. "We work in the dark, to serve the light. We are the Assassins, The Stars of our beautiful Moon."

"Nothing is true, everything is permitted." The line was repeated by every pony in the room. Applejack went to the blazing fire and pulled out a white-hot iron.

"I'm warnin ya now sugarcube, this is gonna sting a little." She whispered to Firefly. Firefly held out her left hoof, and Applejack proceeded to sear the bottom of it with the iron. Firefly winced at the pain, but reacted no further, biting her tongue to keep from yelling out. What was left was a burned imprint of the Assassin's insignia. Applejack returned the iron and gave Firefly a quick pat on the back before returning to her position.

"Welcome Firefly." Steelwing said. "You are one of us now. A true assassin." He gestured toward a window in the tower, which an assistant to the ceremony opened up. It opened up to the night air, a drop to the ground. “Go now, and bring glory to the brotherhood.”

"Meetcha on the ground-side" Applejack said before running and jumping out the window, falling to the ground many stories below. It was Firefly’s last test as a Trainee; she had to exercise her trust for the brotherhood, show them that she would willingly jump out a window and trust her brothers enough to assume they'd catch her. She moved toward the window, carefully got up on its edge, but did not dare peer down. Looking instead up at the beautiful moon, still as stunning as ever, she threw herself off the side of the tower.

She took a leap of faith.

Chapter 7

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 7

"Oh congratulations! It's so exciting!" Posey gushed. Firefly nodded and repeated her thanks. "You know what this means don't you? You're an official assassin now, so many people try and fail to join, oh but not you, you persevered." Posey looked absolutely delighted at Firefly's achievement, more happy than Firefly even.

"Well, I had a good teacher." Firefly said, looking over at Applejack.

"Heh, you did, didn't you." Applejack said, taking another swig of her drink.

"Yes, we're all very happy for you dear." Glory added, levitating her cup and taking a much more graceful sip. The four ponies were seated at a table in Applejack's thieves’ guild, which was actually a pub, only to divert attention. Over Firefly's weeks in Lunagrad, the four ponies had become very good friends. Glory and Applejack formed a sort of friendly rivalry, but got along pretty well regardless. "Still," Glory continued. “you should be ready to leave by tomorrow, Master Steelwing no doubt has an assignment for you, and we may not see you for a long time afterward."

"Aw, it can’t be too bad. Heck, I'll be back before you know it, not like I have anywhere else to go." Firefly joked. Still, Posey's face and mood did seem to drop at the realization. They celebrated Firefly's induction, but this was at its core a going-away party.

"Still, we wish you luck." Glory said, lifting her glass.

"No matter where you go." Applejack added, raising her glass too.

"And remember we'll always be here for you." Posey said, joining in the cheers. Firefly smiled at the bittersweet gesture.

"...thanks guys." She said, completing the collective with her glass. They toasted, and spent the night laughing and drinking. Four ponies, the best of friends, the very image of a harmonious friendship.

The night passed, and the next morning Firefly was called in to see Steelwing as expected. Coincidentally, so was Applejack. The two arrived at the fortress and walked up to the head room, to meet with their master. Steelwing was as always, staring out the window when the two came in. This time when he turned, he gave both ponies the same amount of attention, instead of seeing Firefly as just a peasant.

"Welcome to both of you. I have two assignments that I wish you both to complete. One theft, the other assassination."

"They'll be done." Applejack said

"Yeah, we can handle them." Firefly added.

"Good." Steelwing nodded. "Applejack, since Firefly has completed her training, I trust you are once again available for assignments?"

"Yessir, that is correct." Applejack responded.

"Then you shall go to Canterlot. I'm allowing you another chance to kill Gilded Sword. Firefly, you will go to Fillydelphia and bring me back some documents I need. The Assassin’s Bureau there should help you when you arrive." Steelwing turned, as if to be done with them. But Firefly wasn’t done.

"Wait, what?" Firefly said. "Hey, I'm supposed to kill Gilded Sword; that's my mission!"

"An assassination mission is too dangerous for a novice; your first mission will be theft." Steelwing dismissed the issue.

"No way!" Firefly said angrily. Steelwing turned, annoyed.

"It was Applejack's mission that I assigned to her, you have no claim to it."

"Killing him was the reason I joined in the first place, I have to do it!" Firefly yelled. Steelwing's eyes narrowed.

"I'll grant you the chance to take back that statement child, we allowed you into our brotherhood because you promised it loyalty. If it is our will for you to take Gilded Sword's life, then so be it, but if the brotherhood calls for you to never lay your blade upon another living being then you will obey." He growled. Firefly couldn’t believe it, this was not fair! She was willing to follow the Assassins, that was not the problem, but in return she asked only one thing: the opportunity to kill her family’s murderer. And here was her chance, after all she’d been through, being taken away from her.

“I…” Firefly began. “I…can’t believe this!” She was seething with rage. “I’ve been spending weeks here, training and preparing! I can do this, I have to do this! He killed-“

“Firefly!” Applejack said, stopping the pegasus before she continued on her tirade. Steelwing had a look in his eyes that neither Firefly nor Applejack had seen before; a look of hatred, of pure anger. His scar seemed to burn. But suddenly, he regained his composure. His muscles loosened, his eyes lost their fiery glow. His entire posture changed to one of relaxation than one of pent up anger. He turned around, and faced the window once again.

“Your assignments are final.” He said calmly. “Now go.”

“What?!” Firefly yelled. “No! I’m not-”

“Go now.” Steelwing repeated. “And bring glory to the brotherhood.” Steelwing was finished with them. He'd shut his mind out.

"But..." Firefly said in a mixture of confusion and anger. Now this old mule was ignoring her completely! Didn't he even care what she was saying?

"...ugh!" Firefly grunted in frustration and stormed away, leaving her lost cause behind her.

"Firefly! Wait!" Applejack ran after her.

"It's just not fair!" Firefly shouted outside the Lunagrad Fortress. Applejack was doing her best to comfort her, but was mostly just trying to calm her down. Firefly had passed logic and reason behind. The impact of such an injustice put her into a state of pure disarray, she didn’t care what was happening she just wanted something, and was willing to yell and kick and scream until she got it.

"Listen, Firefly-"

"He can't do that! I have to do this!"

"Look, Master Steelwing has his-"

"My dad died giving me this blade, I want to use it to pay back!"

"Ah know sugarcube, it's just-"

"How could you know?" Firefly yelled. "How could you have any idea what it’s like to have your parents taken from you?" Applejack's face turned grim. She lifted her hood over her face, as if to hide under it. Firefly noticed the change, and let up a bit.

"...ah've been there Firefly." Applejack said, suddenly quieter. "Y'ever wonder why ah became a theif? Ah had to tah be able tah eat." Firefly began seeing the truth behind Applejack's history.

"Your parents were..."

"Murdered." Applejack finished. "Not only that, mah big brother and little sister too. She was just a lil' filly. By Celestia, you shoulda seen the look on her face when..." Applejack trailed off. Firefly thought she saw a tear escape the dark void that was Applejack's face. "Ah joined the assassins, but ah didn't get to kill the pony who'd wronged me. But you know what? It didn't matter. Ah had a new family, Posey, Glory, all these other ponies, they're mah family now." Applejack turned to Firefly, despite her eyes still being a bit watery, she was smiling. "That includes you too Firefly. You're part of this family now. And as a part of the family, you jus gotta trust in Master Steelwing sometimes. He's been around a long time, and he knows what he's doin." Firefly was utterly speechless. She didn't think she and Applejack could have such similar origins. She'd snapped out of her rage and realized how foolish she looked throughout the whole thing. Still, Applejack's story didn't calm her thirst for the Unicorn's blood. He had to pay, and it would be so much sweeter if she herself could deliver his punishment.

Applejack seemed to read this on her face. She wiped her eyes and sighed. "Look, tell ya what." she said. "I know it must feel pretty important to yah, and ah really don't have as much motivation for the mission as you do. So maybe tomorrow, while we're walking down the path, we take a wrong turn. I accidently end up in Fillydelphia and you in Canterlot. Might as well do the job while you're there, right? No sense in turnin around all that way." Firefly smiled.

"...Thank you Applejack." she said, and pulled her in for a hug. Applejack hesitated, but returned the embrace.

"Jus don't get used to it." She said, pulling away. "Yer gonna have to deal with most of the missions he give's ya, and succeed or not, he’s gonna give us both hell when we get back."

"Yeah, but I'll take that consequence." Firefly replied. "Now come'on, we should get going."

"Oh, we should stop by Posey's first, Ah got a gift fer yer first mission." Applejack said.

"...A gift?" Firefly and Dash thought in unison. "What is it?" Dash asked Luna. From the sound of a quill scribbling, it sounded like Luna was filling out the missing parts of Applejack's biography, but she stopped in time to answer.

"Oh, I don't know for sure. However I think I have a pretty good idea of what it might be." She said with what sounded like a smile.

"Which is...?" Dash asked.

"If I told you, it would ruin the surprise." Luna replied smugly.

Applejack and Firefly made their way to Posey's residence.

"Now, I go in first." Applejack said. Pushing Firefly out of the way before entering. Firefly rolled her eyes. "Hey! Posey!" Applejack called out into the cottage. "Do ya have it?"

"Oh yes, it's right on the table!" Firefly heard Posey yell from deep within the building. Applejack entered, and allowed Firefly to pass inside the building as well. On the table was a long sword, a short dagger, and some white robes.

"Had 'em tailored ta my size, hope they fit." Applejack said. Firefly took the robes and tried to put them on over her shirt and vest. They were much more complicated than they looked. "Heh maybe you wanna head to yer room and put those on proper?" Firefly nodded and went for her quarters.

Minutes later, she returned. Posey and Applejack were now conversing in the main room. Both looked at Firefly in awe when she came in. Her clothes were mostly stark white, and covered most of her body. She had a leather spaulder on one shoulder that had five small pockets, perhaps for throwing knives, but they were empty. The same shoulder had a short cape attached to it that draped over her left hoof. The white cloth flowed back to the end of her flank, covering her whole back side. More leather protected her back, and openings in the cloth allowed her wings to rest outside her clothes. The cloth's folds were dyed red, and gave the entire piece a look as if she were bleeding. Short ribbons also attached themselves to the outfit at the waist. At the back of her flank, where her cutie mark would be, a red assassin insignia was stitched beautifully into the fabric. A sword sheathe also hug at her side, as well as a smaller sheathe for her dagger. All this lead to the white hood that shrouded her eyes in darkness, leaving only part of her face visible.

The clothes gave her a very intimidating appearance, but she pulled back her hood to expose her smiling, gentle face.

"So how do I look?" She asked her friends.

"...wow!" Applejack said. "Almost wasn't sure it was you!"

"Gosh Firefly, you look pretty different in that hood." Posey added. "No one would ever recognize you unless you took it off."

"You think so?" Firefly said. She personally thought it was very extravagant, too much to blend in, but it was also very comfortable, and quite easy to maneuver in despite its intricacy.

"Heh, don't worry." Applejack said. "Ah had Glory look it over, you'll fit right in over at Canterlot." She reached for the sword on the table and handed it to Firefly to sheathe. "Since you lost your ol' one in Canterlot, ah got ya a new sword. Strait from Horsyria, the finest there is." Firefly swung it experimentally. It was quite light, and very sturdy. She could tell it was quality crafting. Applejack handed her the dagger. "I'd use this for rooftop fights, much less cumbersome than a sword." Firefly slid the dagger into its sheathe and shook a bit. Both weapons hung loosely, but stayed in place and didn't shake too much. Her medicines hung in a pouch at her side. With her back padding, spaulder, and foreleg brace, Firefly felt ready to go.

"Thank you both so much. This will really help me out." Firefly said gratefully.

"Oh, I didn't do anything. This was all Applejack's doing." Posey said with a hint of regret. "I wish I had though, I feel so horrible."

"Well maybe ya can still help her out!" Applejack replied with a smirk. "What about yer 'special product'?" Instantly Posey's face went from sadness to joy.

"Oh of course! She could definitely use those!" she giggled with happiness.

"Ah'm sure you've heard about Posey's secret hobby, right Firefly?" Applejack said, turning to Firefly. Firefly nodded.

"Right, you told me you had a 'special service' a long time ago, what is it, special medicine?" Firefly asked.

"Oh goodness no, if I had a more effective medicine, the last thing I would do is keep it a secret." Posey replied shaking her head.

"Then what?" Firefly asked with curiosity. A dark look flashed over Posey's eyes. For a brief moment, she bore the face of a pony with bloodlust, the want to kill, nothing like the Posey Firefly knew.

"...Explosives...." Posey said slowly.

"...wow." was all Firefly could mutter at the sight of Posey's basement. Tables were along the walls, each scattered with various plates filled with different powders, and parchments with formulas and reactions on them. A few spots around the room were scorched black, and all the lighting came from four jars at each corner of the room, each holding a glowing ball of light.

"It's too dangerous to have candles down here." Posey explained. "Too much gunpowder, so I asked Glory, Sawyer and some other unicorns to make me a few light spells. I have to keep them in jars or else they'll escape." She moved to a table and grabbed two silver balls, and handed them both to Firefly. "I don't have enough saltpeter for really explosive bombs, but I have just enough for three of these smoke bombs. Just throw them to the ground, and they’ll spray out a misty fog you can use to escape." She said, then turned back to her table, and funneled some powder into another silver ball. Meanwhile, Firefly turned the balls over in her hooves. This was what Applejack had used to escape Canterlot; useful indeed.

"You know Posey..." Firefly said, finally asking the question she'd been wanting to since the three descended. "I never really took you for a pony who would be into this sort of stuff."

"Oh Firefly, you can’t always trust your eyes." She said with an innocent smile.

"But...why? How?" She asked.

"Oh, it's quite a long story. Growing up as a filly, I lived in a very rural area. I loved to garden, it's my special talent you know, and I always kept a stock of fresh fruits and vegetables that were home grown. But I lived very far away from civilization you see, and food was scarce, so wandering ponies and run-away bandits would often steal from my garden. Not only did they take much more than they needed, they carelessly trampled over my other plants to get to their prizes. All my hard work was being destroyed every night." An angered look crossed her face. "I tried the only thing I was good at, mixing herbs. But unfortunately, I could come up with anything that could help, so I moved on to mixing other things, like minerals. I soon found that mixing rocks was also very boring, except for a certain kind; Sulfur." Her angered look became look of menacing joy. "I discovered a particularly safe explosive mixture, a flash bomb, nothing more. But when attached to a trip wire, it did its job effectively. Most intruders were scared away, and those that didn't flee were exposed to me, and I was alerted to their presence." She regained her innocent looking smile. "I'm sure that if I hadn't had gotten a cutie mark for gardening first, explosives would most definitely have been my talent." The story shocked Firefly. She was still having trouble imagining Posey in that light, and the more she saw it, the more she wanted to go upstairs, curls up in bed, and forget she was ever like that. If Posey was like this, what secrets could Applejack be holding, or Glory? She almost didn’t want to find out.

Sundown in Lunagrad was a very stunning sight. The town was bathed in orange and purple light as the sun began to fade behind the horizon. Firefly, in her new assassin robes with her weapons by her side and her training in mind, stood with Applejack at a crossroads. It was not very far from Lunagrad, the town still visible, but the paths went in very different directions, one to the south and one to the west. A sign hung above them all, labeling different towns and their directions. One read "CANTERLOT", while another read "FILLYDELPHIA". The signs pointed in almost opposite directions.

"Whelp.” Applejack said. "I guess this is where we part ways."

"Yeah...I guess...." Firefly replied solemnly.

"Aw don’t be so glum." Applejack replied. "We'll be rootin for ya all the way, even if we can’t be there with ya" She held up her hoof, showing off her burned-in assassin insignia. "Remember, yer family now. Ah mean it when ah say that, and truth is, as long as ya have that there symbol burned into yer hoof, you’ll never be alone." Firefly smiled, it was good to know she had such good friends.

Glory taught her, Posey nurtured her, and Applejack comforted her; she didn’t need anything else in the world other than their friendship. She held up her own burned hoof, and bumped hooves with Applejack, their burned skin touching and meeting at the symbol of their brotherhood. Without another word, Applejack turned and walked away, down the road to Fillydelphia. Firefly watched her all the way, until she was out of sight down the long road.

"...Goodbye." She finally said. She didn’t want Applejack to hear it, because she knew she’d see her again, but at the same time, part of Firefly wanted to acknowledge that they were parting, as if she would worry about Applejack if they did not finalize the departure.

Firefly herself turned around and began her trek to Canterlot. Now prepared to finish what she had started. Trained in stealth, equipped for combat, full of never ending energy to complete the task: at that moment, Firefly was the model image of an Assassin, a Star of the Moon. Working to get revenge on a murderous noble, but in the process, protecting the very freedom of ponykind.

Dash watched her ancestor move; her stance was more confident, her stride more courageous. She saw in her a pony of power, of pride, a pony she wanted to be more like. And yet, this pony was above all an assassin. A killer. The steel she carried was meant to cut the flesh of ponies. Dash simply could not overlook the detail, even after fighting bandits and guards. She knew her friends were in trouble, and that this pony was the only type that could save them.

But she still did not want this. She did not want to be an assassin.

Chapter 8

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 8

The glowing city of Canterlot had always been a symbol of pony intelligence. Most animals of Equestria retained their feral nature. Even among those that were intelligent, most were still very tribal, such as diamond dogs and zebras. But ponies were more advanced; they progressed into the realms of architecture and art. The last few years of the Olden Equestria age were ones of a renaissance, a blooming of intellectual superiority among ponies. Canterlot displayed this perfectly; built in the center of the Everfree forest, it shut out the fierce wilderness and instead built a shining utopia of knowledge and power, the forces of science and magic combining to create the most stunning city ever built.

Firefly found herself once again staring down the huge metal gates that kept the outside out and the inside in. This time, there was no Twilight Twinkle to help her into the capitol, and she still had no travel papers to gain legal entry into the city. Without a visible entry, Firefly decided to move around the outer wall, see if there was a crack or hole that she could crawl through.

After some time, she found that one of the towers had a perfect setup to climb. The top walls had been corroded away, but a choice few brick stood whole among the rest of the wall. They looked like perfect hoof holds. Some conveniently placed wooden posts stuck out from the wall further down, and at the very bottom, an covered applecart was positioned in such a way that it was almost begging to be used as a ramp. "Alright." Firefly said with a deep breath. She pulled her hood over her face. "Here we go." Firefly made a dash for the applecart.

Being a pegasus, Firefly felt quite at home in the air. Even though her wings failed her, she jumped off the cart and soared gracefully over to the wooden post as if she had the wingspan of a griffin. Her hooves grasped onto the front of a wooden post, and she climbed up. She the leaped to another post, and climbed onto it as well. Using what little space she had, Firefly used the post to run up the wall, the momentum carrying her just high enough to reach one of the bricks. She hung there for a moment, catching her breath. She then swung her hoof around and grabbed another brick, and then another, beginning her slow climb to the top.

With her white hood, Firefly seemed to blend in with the tower. Her bright pink fur and cool blue mane hid under her white clothes. She slowly moved from brick to brick, making sure each was strong before she hung on it. A fall from this height would kill anypony, especially if that pony was a flightless pegasus. She dared not look down. A slow and steady climb was her only way of reaching the top, so she was careful not to rush it. Despite its danger though, it was a relatively easy climb.

Her right hoof clung to the top of the tower. She moved her other hoof up to grasp it too. All she needed do was pull herself up and she was over the wall. A sudden voice made her stop in her tracks though, and almost made her lose her grip as well.

"Anythin?" said a deep voice from above her.

"What do you think?" replied a cranky voice also above her.

"I's jus askin is all!" said the first voice in a heavy accent.

"What the hay would there be to see? Nothing ever happens up here!" The angry guard moved to the edge and leaned over the side. Firefly saw he had a grey coat with a white mane styled as most Royal Guards did. She couldn't climb up if guards were there, but how to get rid of them? There was only one way.

"Maybe if ya shut yer mouth for a few bucking minutes, we'd get some peace and qui-EGH" the guard squelched. Firefly had brought her hidden blade up into his neck, just like in training, and pulled him over the side. His limp body fell to the ground with a large dust cloud. Firefly climbed up quickly to find the other guard still with his back turned.

"Wot was dat mate? Didn't quite gett'cha." he said turning to see Firefly in place of his friend. Her eyes were hidden under her hood, and her blade was still exposed and stained in blood. His eyes widened in shock. He opened his mouth to shout, but Firefly pounced and silenced him before he could cry out. Though no longer verbally outraged at this careless theft of pony life, Dash could not help but mentally cringe at the feeling of blood spilling over her hoof. It would take a while before she could do this with no reaction.

Retracting her blade, Firefly took note of her situation. She killed two guards; one fell to the ground, the other was still here. She probably had about 30 minutes to make it down to ground level inconspicuously, before the next guard shift came up to relieve these two. Just to be safe, she dumped the other guard’s body over the side. Just as she returned to the tower top to think of a way down, she heard a pony yell.

"Wha? Assassin!" shouted a rookie down below the tower, on the main wall. He had spotted her from below, and was now running away frantically.

"Merde!" Firefly cursed. She jumped off the side of the tower and rolled onto the top of the wall. It hurt her back, but she was generally alright. Still, she was now a good 7 feet away from the rookie. She galloped with all her might, but could not catch up.

The rookie ran around the outer wall, shouting and yelling. Instantly, every guard in the area looked over at Firefly. She became the central focus of every hostile pony she could see. Needless to say, things did not look good for her. She turned and ran in the opposite direction. Some of the guards there had spotted her, but less did than on the other side, where the rookie had made sure all were alert. She raced away from her crime, pushing some guards down along the way and constantly dodging crossbow bolts and arrows. The walls were quite high, and she didn't want to jump down onto the roofs and possibly get hurt, plus attract all the guards there. Still, running along the wall was getting her nowhere fast, she needed to escape. A hay bale would be good, or a cart full of flowers, but she saw neither. What she did see however, was two guards draw their swords ahead of her. Three followed behind her and also drew their weapons. Firefly was suddenly surrounded, and had nowhere left to run. Only one thing left to do.

She didn't dare waste time drawing her own sword; instead she extended her hidden blade and got into a defensive position. The guards snickered and circled around her, like wolves about to rush their prey. One was chuckling to himself.

"hehehe..." he snickered. "That little knife against out swords? Ya must have some sort of death wish, don't ya boy."

"Shut up." Firefly said quickly, not wavering in her stance.

"Well give me wings and call me Celestia!" the unicorn said. "She's a mare! How sad, this battle will be shorter than most..." he paused for effect before lunging. "But so much more satisfying!" Firefly expertly brought her blade up to parry the strike, and then kicked the guard down with her back hooves. A guard behind her took a stab, but Firefly turned and diverted the blade's tip, before stabbing the pony in the chest. Without giving either a chance, she turned and plunged her blade into another guard's back, and another's neck. The last two guards left, the one she'd kicked and the last remaining one, decided to attack at the same time. Firefly had no trouble sidestepping one swipe, and then grabbing the guard's hoof and using his sword to defend against the other. She then brought his hoof further back and impaled the guard with his own weapon. Using the dying pony as a base, she jumped up, surprising the last guard, and stabbed her blade right into his forehead.

Wasting no time in pulling it out and galloping away, Firefly seemed to actually lose the guards behind her. Their shouts of halt and threats had ceased when the five now dead ponies attacked her. Still, she didn't leave anything to chance, and scrambled to find a way down. As luck would have it, a ladder was stationed nearby, and she quickly descended onto the city rooftops. She moved to the edge of the building, balancing herself on an eagle's perch. Now with a more open area and less of a guard presence, Firefly caught her breath and looked around Canterlot. It was a marvelous city, full of sights and sounds. Everything looked very high-class, even the city's outer slums. She could see a very large part of the city from her location; it was if she was a bird in the sky, looking down as she wished. Dash felt a hint of sorrow in the flightless pegasus’ mind.

Small white words suddenly appeared in the bottom left corner of Firefly and Dash's field of view. "Synchronizing..." It read.

"What the hay?" Dash asked.

"The Animus is using your current viewpoint to update Canterlot's map and floor plan. It will help me label locations in the city so you can begin memory sequences. In fact, if you could do this from other viewpoints around the city, it would help me a lot."

"Map Synchronized" appeared in the center of her view. With that, it seemed she was done there. When Firefly turned to get off however, a flock of pigeons flew up to the rooftop and settled on an edge. Firefly turned back and looked down. As she suspected, the birds liked to perch near hay, so that their nesting material was not too far away. In the street below, a convenient hay cart stood unattended and full. Firefly smiled at her good luck. With a graceful leap, she dived into the hay and became one with the populace of Canterlot.

Mane Street was a big road, spanning the distance from Canterlot's entrance, right up to the front steps of the Royal Castle. While in the poorer section of the city, the street became a huge outdoor market. Various vendors yelled out everywhere, claiming to have the best prices and highest quality goods. Meanwhile, a bustling crowd was constantly shifting, trying to buy from the vendors or just pushing to get where they needed to be. It was the perfect hiding place for a white hooded mare just trying to blend in. It was also great for an assassin trying to gather information. Even if she did not intentionally eavesdrop, Firefly could hear many conversations about her target.

"...I heard he keeps the tax money in his private safe, and always leaves a little behind 'by accident' when taking it out for distribution." She heard a group of gossiping mares say.

"Such a shame out city must be run by men like him, he is no leader." said a different mare.

"Well I think he's very charming" another said. "The public speakings he makes are so amazing!" she said dreamily.

"You just like his face, his policies are dreadful." the first mare said.

"Like it or not, he and his family control all of Canterlot." the second replied.

Despite the value of the conversation, one of the mares looked in Firefly's direction, and she was forced to move away to avoid suspicion. Could they have been talking about Gilded Sword? The mention of public speakings suggested so, but it could have been anypony. Another group caught her ear.

"What a joke these taxes are." a dirty looking pegasus said. "We make much less than those Unicorn foals, why should we pay more?"

"The Gold Family has to keep us down," his friend replied. "So that they stay in power. The government is killing us!"

"One of these days my friend, I won’t just sit down and take it, I'm going to do something!" he said menacingly. Firefly suddenly noticed both ponies were carrying heavy looking swords. Most likely, they weren't just regular ponies, but mercenaries trained in fighting. The angered pegasai was hushed by his friend.

"Quiet! Don't say such foalish things in this public place. Come, lets discuss this elsewhere." the two flew off. Again, no direct reference to Gilded Sword, but they did mention a "Gold Family". Could he be a member? It seemed very likely, but still just speculation.

"Did you hear about the conflicts in the capitol? It seems that Gilded Sword and Golden Shield are in a struggle for power." Finally! A conversation she knew was about her target. It was being held by another gossip group of mares.

"Oh, that cannot be good." the other mare replied. "Golden Shield is surely a better politician, being as talented as he is, but Gilded Sword is so much better with the people."

“Oh I know!” The first mare replied. “He is so charming, unlike my dreary husband.” She said with a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice.

“Oh, but it must be so exciting being the wife of a politician!” the other replied. “Surely Ink Quill can’t be as boring as you make him out to be?”

“Oh but he is!” the mare whined. “Every day he comes home from his work, only to shut himself into his study up into the darkest hours of the night!” She rolled her eyes at the thought. "Ever since that dreaded government project began, it's all he's been worried with, and he won’t even tell me what it is! Can you believe it? His own wife!" Her mood took a dramatic drop. Tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Oh, come now, don't cry!" her friend said comforting her. "Listen, you can tell me anything you want, I'll be here to...." Firefly lost interest. The conversation was obviously moving into a different topic, and she didn't want to waste any time. It was a helpful little discussion though, it seemed Gilded Sword was not alone in this business of his. She moved down the Mane Street, looking for more info.

Meanwhile, Luna was busy searching away, trying to find information to help Dash. She found a page, and began to dictate it. "Golden Shield and Gilded Sword were members of the Gold family, a line of rich nobles in Canterlot that held a strong presence in The Flames. Golden Shield, although being socially awkward and very introspective, was much better with politics than his brother. In addition to being a good politician, he was also a remarkable strategist, and planned out many Templar raids and attacks."

"So, there’s another guy?" Dash asked.

"There’s a lot, but yes this is one." Luna replied.

"Hmm...Maybe we should seek this guy out?" Dash asked.

"Oh no no no, too risky. We have to father more information first." Luna replied. Reluctant, but obedient, Dash continued down the road, listening for more ponies talking.

Hours passed, and Firefly found herself at the end of the road. The next section of path extended over a river and into the higher class sections of Canterlot. Firefly decided against wandering into such places without reason, as it might be easier to be sighted. By this time, the sun was now lingering over the edge of the horizon; the night had practically already taken over. It wasn't so much that Mane Street was long, but more that Firefly had had to pause every few steps to try and overhear info. Still, she found little information, and now found herself at sunset with nowhere to go.

"Well now what?" Firefly thought to herself. As if answering her question, a loud voice suddenly boomed across the plaza.

"A message to all ministers and officials of The Royals' order, an important meeting will be held tomorrow at Saint Redhoof's basilica in the main square!" Firefly turned her head to see a brown cloaked pony on a pedestal shouting to the crowd.

"That's a Herald." Luna said. "Before newspapers and such, these ponies stood in meeting centers and shouted out any news to passing ponies." Interested, Firefly moved closer, pushing herself into the crowd that had gathered in front of the herald. He continued without notice.

"Celestia's advisor has called the meeting of only the Solar house of officials to take place at noon. The Lunar house of officials is not expected at this gathering, and in fact is encouraged to treat the day as one of rest. All members of the Gold and Feather families are invited to spectate, but all other citizens are to be absent from this meeting as enforced by the Royal Guard. Citizens are encouraged to plan ahead, as to not have appointments in the area at the time of the meeting." It was a perfect opportunity, Firefly was looking for a chance to strike, and here it was laid out for her, all down to the exact time. Her plan had essentially been made for her; nothing could get in her way.

"In other news," the herald continued. "Citizens are to be on the lookout for a wanted criminal roaming the streets of Canterlot. Just this morning, a pink pegasus wearing a white hood breached our city's outer wall and murdered 7 royal guards on duty before escaping into our streets. The royal guard has warned bystanders to not approach her if she is seen, as she is likely hostile and dangerous. An artist has created this rendition to aid in her capture." the herald turned and levitated a piece of paper out of his robes and showed it off to the crowd. On the paper was the word “WANTED”, below which was a charcoal sketch of a feminine pony in a dark hood. The bangs of her mane hung below the hood and in the bottom right corner was a sketch of the Assassin insignia.

It was essentially a perfect description of Firefly, and ponies began to take notice. Gasps and yelps escaped the surrounding ponies as onlookers to the herald connected the image on the parchment to the pony standing next to them. A space began to form around Firefly, and soon enough, he herald himself was flipping the drawing around to compare it with Firefly's face. "It’s...the assassin!" the herald yelled. "Guards! Seize her! She's right there!" He cried in horror. At that point, everypony around Firefly ran for their lives, save for three city guards that ran towards her, weapons drawn. They formed a circle with Firefly in the center and blocked her off before she could even react. In the flow of the incident, and without thinking, Firefly reached into one of her bags and pulled out one of Posey's silver spheres. With a flash and a fizz, the ground was suddenly enveloped in a thick smoke. The guards coughed and gagged, but Firefly remained generally unaffected, being in the center of the cloud. Dash closed her eyes, concentrated, and switched to Eagle Vision. As the world became a blue wire frame, the guard's bodies became prominent through the smoke, as did the buildings beyond it. Dash pushed Firefly to run off, and climbed up to a roof while the grey mist of the bomb slowly dissipated.

She didn't make it in time to escape unseen, and although far behind her, the guards now saw her climbing up and followed suit with surprising agility. She paid no mind to their yells for her to stop, mixed among profanities regarding her birth-class and her faulty wing.

"You shadowy coward! How dare you call yourself a pony!" one of the guards shouted. "When I get my hooves on you, I'm cutting those good for nothing wings right off!" the sheer thought of such a thing made Dash cringe, Luna was right, Equestria of the past was a much more different place.

Consumed in her thoughts, Dash was absentmindedly heading for the edge of a roof, and soon found herself flying off the edge. She less than gracefully rolled onto the ground and into another pony, cushioning her fall but knocking him down.

"Augh!" the extravagantly dressed colt exclaimed. "What is wrong with you? Have you gone mad?" Firefly didn't even stop to apologize before getting up and galloping across the square.

"Ahhh!" she heard a shout of pain behind her. Turning, she saw that one of the guards had attempted to follow her off the roof, but did not roll when he hit the ground. He was lying on the ground shouting in pain, with what Firefly could assume was a broken leg. The other guards were taking more time in getting down, and Firefly put some distance between them. Finally turning a corner, she found herself in a small park. She was out of their sights for the moment. All she needed to do was hide, but where? No immediate hiding spots became evident, but she only had a few seconds to cover herself. Feeling she had maybe half a second left, she improvised.

"Hurry up!" one of the guards shouted. "We just had her, she can’t be that far off!” He and his ally were rushing around the corner they'd seen the assassin turn into. They could still hear cries of pain behind them, but their friend would have to wait for his medical assistance; they had a criminal to catch. They sped through the park, passing many worried looking ponies along the way. At the end of the park, they turned into another road, and ran down in pursuit of the killer.

Firefly had her head down, looking at the ground. Once she was sure the guards had left the area, she calmly got up from the park bench and walked in the opposite direction. So it seemed her plan would not be so easy after all. The meeting would be planned yes, and Firefly knew where and when it was to happen, but she would have to get past the guards, which would require stealth, speed, and agility. Luckily, those were three things she had at her disposal; it was only a matter of using them correctly. The short facade had done little to stop her cause, but reminded her that she was now in the Templar city of Canterlot; nearly every pony in this city was against her. It would be difficult moving in such an environment, but she was confident in her ability to complete her task. She knew deep inside that no matter what would happen tomorrow, she would find a way to overcome it with efficiency and stealth.

After all, she was an assassin now.

Chapter 9

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 9

It was late at night; Canterlot had dimmed its lights and fallen into a hazy state, though the city did not truly rest, even at this hour. Firefly soon found that just because she was a wanted criminal, didn't mean she could stay up all night in the streets. She needed somewhere, anywhere, to stay. Any of the inns were out; even if she had the money, they'd ask for her name, and that was something she'd like to keep to herself at this point. She was running out of options, besides maybe sleeping in a hay bale. The idea was stupid, however it didn't seem too bad at this hour. The warm, comfy, soft embrace of the hay cushioning her head like a...

Her eyelids grew heavy just at the idea, and she stopped her train of thought midway. She kept lazily walking through the streets, avoiding any guard she saw. Even as notorious as she was at the moment, the streets of Canterlot were still a very dense place, full of tons of ponies. There was no way the Royal Guard could find her as long as she stayed away from them, their reach was not so far as to restrict her from the common roads and streets.

And yet, energy leaked from her hooves with every step. With each passing moment, Firefly could feel the powerful grasp of sleep approaching ever closer, threatening to leave her unconscious on the ground where she stood. Firefly was not a very religious pony, but at a time like this, she prayed.

"Dear Celestia..." she mumbled lazily. “Just give me somewhere to lie down." Obviously, such a request was not answered very spectacularly, and even as she said this, Firefly began to give into the desire of her eyes to shut. She kept walking strangely enough, but put her head down lower than it already was. Maybe if she could just close her eyes for just a few moments...

"Whoa!" Firefly felt another body slam into her and sent her sprawling to the ground. Her eyes snapped back open, to an open view of the night sky. She was on the floor.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going, and I'm in quite a rush to...Firefly?" Firefly looked around for the source of the voice. She saw a few books scattered on the ground, probably dropped when they crashed, and a pink unicorn with a white and purple mane staring at her.

"...Twilight?" Firefly responded, pushing off her hood to get a better view of the unicorn.

"It is you! Gosh, I haven't seen you in weeks, especially after you left so suddenly, I got a bit worried to be honest." Twilight responded, telekinetically putting her books back into her saddle bags. "How have you been? And what's with the...uh...get up?" She looked Firefly over, a bit skeptical at her fashion choice.

"Oh this?" Firefly said nervously. "It's uh, really cold out tonight, so I thought I'd cover up!" she said with a chuckle. "Anyway, I've been fine thanks, and you?" she said, quickly changing the subject to something less dangerous.

"Oh, great, just fine. Scale and I have actually finished our apprenticeship! I'm all on my own now." Twilight responded happily.

"Oh, that's great!" Firefly said.

"So, what are you doing out so late? I was just coming back from the merchant's, I had to get some books for my library." the unicorn inquired.

"Oh nothing, just looking for a place to settle down for the night. To be honest, I'm a little low on bits..."

"Really? Well if you don't mind sleeping in a guest bed, Scale and I have some space, and we'd love to have you over."

"Oh I couldn't, I don't want to impose..." Despite Firefly's words, she was shouting with joy in her head. Luck had shined on her yet again, and it seemed that luck's name was Twilight Twinkle.

"No no, it's no trouble at all!" Twilight insisted. "It's always nice to help out a friend in need."

"Well, alright then! Lead the way." Firefly said, holding out a hoof to motion Twilight forward. "Yes yes yes!" She thought. "Finally, a place to sleep!" Twilight was surprisingly hospitable for a high-class unicorn. Even if she was loyal to the Flames, and technically her enemy, Firefly found she did like the unicorn very much. In fact, were she not on a mission, she might actually want to get to know her a little bit better, her so called "friend".

Twilight's "place of her own" was quite meager for a Canterlot house. It was one room, with two levels, though the top one was barely half the size of the first floor. Still, it had an extra bed, and that was all Firefly really needed. The fact that there was also a small kitchen and library was just a plus, and in general the entire place was very lavish. Meager for a Canterlot house yes, but still far above what most other cities could offer. Currently, Twilight had to go through and sort all her new books into their proper places, and along with Scale, and Firefly had offered to help. In reality, Twilight was quickly organizing tons of books at the flick of a horn, while Scale and Firefly worked together to sort books at a slower rate, seeing as one of them had fingers and the other could reach high places.

"So, lots of books ya got here." Firefly commented. She and Scale had already put up a few dozen, but Twilight had even more to store, as if she spawned them from thin air.

"Yeah well, I am quite the studious type." Twilight replied.

"You can say that again." Scale interjected. "Sometimes this pony gets 3 hours of sleep, spends the whole night studying. There isn't even a test or something to study for!"

"Thank you Scale." Twilight said with disdain. She rolled her eyes, then got back to work.

"Still," Firefly said. "What are all these books for? I mean 'Super Naturals', 'Teakettle's Tome of Transformations', 'A Foal's Guide to Alchemy', these sound like a bunch of different spell books. Aren't unicorns only supposed to have magic based on their special talent?"

"Oh yes, but I'm sort of a special case." Twilight said, pausing for a moment and setting her books to the ground. She turned and pulled back her clothes to show off her flank. Firefly's wings stiffened a bit, but the thought was soon dismissed from her mind. Twilight was just showing off her cutie mark; a collection of nine five-pointed stars in an almost circular pattern. "You see, my special talent is magic. I can replicate any spell I see or read about, so I try to read about lots of them."

"Oh yeah, Twilights amazing with magic!" Scale bragged, suddenly enthusiastic rather than sarcastic. "In fact, she was almost taken in as Princess Celestia's personal student!"

"Scale!" Twilight scolded. "There's no need to brag." She turned to Firefly before the pegasus could ask. "It was nothing big, I casted a few spells for my entrance exam at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, and lost control. Spells went everywhere; one of them turned the furniture into solid diamond, one made sunflowers sprout from the chairs, and one turned one of the examiner's mane into a bunch of snakes." She added a smirk. "I didn't particularly like her."

"Solid...diamond?" Firefly asked stunned.

"It was only temporary of course, everything went back, but The Princess was nearby and saw some potential in me. She wanted to make me her personal pupil at the school."

"Wow! That's amazing!" Firefly said. To think, she could've been so close to royalty, no, divinity? "Why didn't you take the offer?"

"Well...I didn't actually pass the exam." Twilight said sadly. "You see, the exam was hatching a dragon egg, which I couldn't do. I was only a filly at the time." her mood visibly shifted down. A glimmer of sadness lingered in her eyes, but she snapped out of it soon enough. "Still, it wasn't all bad!" she said happily. "I did actually get my cutie mark that day, and they let me keep the dragon egg, which eventually became Scale." Scale took a quick bow.

"And look how great that turned out!" he said with pride. Twilight laughed.

"Yes yes, you’re my number one assistant and I couldn't be without you. We know." she said, putting one last book away. It seemed that sometime during her story, Twilight actually started organizing books again, and had finished all of her and Firefly's pile. "Now then, it's getting kinda late." she said, glancing at a clock. "Let's all get some rest. Who knows what tomorrow will hold for us?" Firefly snickered. If only Twilight knew the gravity of her words.

Right on time, at 6:00 sharp, the sun rose over the horizon and spread light over all of Equestria. Firefly gently opened her eyes as the light from the window came streaming in. She lazily sat up and yawned, stretching out her hooves. It had been a while since she had gotten a good night sleep on such a comfortable bed, and it would likely be another while before she could do it again. In this thought, she savored every moment she had left in the plush bed, getting up as slowly as she possibly could. Once she got on her feet, she moved to the small drawer beside the bed. Opening the bottom drawer, she pulled out her assassin robes and put them on again. It took a few minutes to tie all the knots and don all the folds, especially by herself, but she eventually got her uniform on. She closed the drawer, as the rest of the drawers were occupied by Twilight's clothes. She experimentally extended her blade, and retracted it again, repeating the process a few times to make sure the mechanism was in working condition.

A marvel of pony engineering, she started to wonder about its origins. Who made it? And how on earth did they do it? Surely her father was not that skilled, and some of the other assassins had similar blades, though most were variations. The strange device fit somehow perfectly around her hoof, yet the blade extended to a great extent. Its inner parts must be very small, and difficult to make. It seemed as though even magic could not explain such wondrous workings.

A knock at the door broke her concentration. She looked over the railing of the top floor to see Twilight already awake and dressed, going to answer the door. She pulled it open with her horn to reveal two white guards at her doorstep.

"Good morning miss, we're conducting a search for a criminal that was last seen in this district. Have you seen any suspicious activity around here?" Firefly simply could not have a calm morning it seemed. The guards were already awake and eager to resume yesterday's activities. She quickly backed away from the railing and looked for another way out. There was no back door, but there was a window on her level. She turned back, hesitant. Twilight had been gracious enough to give her a place to rest, and here Firefly was, about to run off for the second time with not even a "thank you". Some friend she was. Still, she couldn't afford to be caught, not in here. They might hurt Twilight for sheltering a criminal, or worse.

"Oh uh, no not at all." she heard Twilight respond.

"Is there anyone else in the household?"

"Just my baby dragon and another pony upstairs. Scale! Firefly! Could you come down here?" It was best for both of them. She had to go, now.

With a running start, she jumped out the open window and grabbed onto the windowsill of the adjacent house. Climbing up to the roof, Firefly took off along the rooftops, leaving Twilight and the guards behind. "Sorry Twilight." She thought. "Maybe one day I can explain this to you."

The Canterlot town square was a very expansive place. It was a good 100 yards across and was generally flat. On this day however, the area in front of Saint Redhoof's basilica was occupied by around 70 different ponies. All of them wore a wide red hat and read robes inscribed with a sewn-on replica of Princess Celestia's cutie mark. With so many ponies wearing such wide circular hats, it almost looked like the square had become a sea of red. Around the perimeter of the square, a line of gold armour-clad unicorns held a strong line; allowing only officials through, while pushing and sometimes beating any stray peasants away. Above the streets, similarly equipped pegasi walked along the rooftops. There was no way unto the square it seemed, but such an outlook did not faze the pink pegasus in the white hood. She stood alone, silently watching from the rooftops. She didn't expect full entry, but she hadn't anticipated this much security. Still, she didn't necessarily have to get into the meeting; she just had to wait for a certain unicorn to come out. The meeting was almost finished anyway; she most likely would be still working her way in by the time it was done with.

She went over her plan in her head, or really her lack thereof. Despite the effort it had taken her to get to her current position, her main source of drive was still her rage full thirst for vengeance. As soon as she caught sight of him, she was going to pounce. Afterwards, she didn't necessarily care if every guard in the city was alerted to her presence, as long as she could make the noble suffer as she had.

Still, it seemed as though Applejack had not truly left her. A small, nagging voice remained at the back of her mind, telling her to stop, pleading her to reconsider her plan. She'd been lucky enough to escape this pony with her life; it would be pointless to throw it away in taking his. An assassin needed to be able to disappear after being seen, but that meant waiting until the time was right to strike, and frankly it was hard to think she could hold herself back. Of course, if she didn't, then she was to die soon after her kill. What would be the point of that? Perhaps this was the entire wrong way to complete her task. She needed him alone...

Lost in her thought, time passed around Firefly, and the meeting soon ended. The crowd began to disperse. The guards left their posts and continued on their way, as red cloaked ponies left the square and began to flow out of the exits. Firefly scanned the crowd, looking for Gilded Sword, but did not see him.

"...where are you." she muttered to herself. As if answering her, the white unicorn noble then left the square, careful to have his personal guards form a barrier around him, as to not let the other pedestrians touch him. With him inside the circle of guards was another white unicorn, this one had a tired face, bags under the eyes and wrinkles all over, most likely from excessive stress and lack of sleep. He wore almost the same red clothes that Gilded Sword did, and had the same golden mane, though it was much more ravaged and generally unkempt. It was a stark comparison, Gilded Sword's happy and well-groomed smile, against this pony's tired, depressed frown. He group moved to the side wall of the street. They were positioned directly below Firefly. It took every ounce of self-control she did not to fall on top of them with an outstretched blade.

"What a long meeting, ay brother?" Gilded Sword said.

"Yes, though not a particularly productive one." the pony Firefly now assumed was Golden Shield, the noble's brother, said.

"Oh, lighten up will you? The people love us! And the government is under our hoof."

"How much longer will we have to lie to these people Sword? How long until we reveal our true intentions?" Shield asked.

"Don't say it like that, we're not lying." Sword replied. "We simply chose to not mention certain details for the good of everypony."

"'For the good of eveypony', do you even believe yourself?" He asked disgusted. Gilded Sword grew visibly angered, but the expression soon faded.

"I wish you wouldn't be so dramatic. We are doing this for the good of Equestria."

"I...suppose so..." Golden Shield said solemnly. "I just wish there was another way. We can't hope to find all the pieces. All we have is The Core and one of the-"

"Shh!" Gilded sword shushed urgently. "Let us speak in the privacy of our home, he open streets are no place to discuss these matters."

They began to trot away slowly. Firefly followed on the rooftops, keeping a keen eye on the pair. What was it they spoke about, The Core, and lying to the public? Nothing good, but what could they have meant? She needed to follow them to their home, surely she could get inside and listen to them speak unrestricted.

The Gold family did not have the humble abode Firefly expected. This was not a simple tower, or a large spiraling building, but a castle. One the almost rivaled the Royal Castle, falling only a bit smaller. Not only was it big, but it was protected. Guards surrounded the walls, and a large gate stood at the front. Firefly could see more guards patrolling inside even. The two unicorns were brought inside, and the gate was immediately closed. There was no way Firefly could get in alone, she needed help. But she was alone in this mission, how could she get help in a Templar city? She was a wanted criminal, why the only people who would so much as look at her if she talked to them were...

A crack came from behind her. Firefly turned to see a group of four dirty ponies jumping across the rooftops like she did, a loaf of bread in one's mouth, an apple in another's.

...thieves. Firefly smirked and made her way over to the group.

"Hey, you!" she called when she got close enough. Some of them drew their blades in reflex, but most stopped when they saw the source of the voice.

"Who the hell are you?" One asked.

"An outlaw." Firefly said. "Just like you all."

They retracted their attacking stances, and relaxed. Still, they didn’t lose their looks of suspicion.

"Well...what do you want?" the one asked.

"What do you guys think of the Gold family?" Firefly asked. Most frowned in disgust. One spat at the name's mention. She leaned in, and took out a few bits. The thieves instantly became interested.

"I have a job for you all..."

Chapter 10

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 10

Firefly made a mental note as she ran; "Never trust a thief." She carefully logged the thought away and continued running for her life through the dark tunnels under Canterlot. Behind her, a heavily armored guard chased her. Despite his size, he was just as fast as either of the two other guards chasing her. It seemed like it wasn't just the city guard opposing her at times like these, the entire world had some sort of unspoken hatred towards the pegasus. And to think, how easy the task had sounded before...

Firefly was walking along the rooftops with the four thieves she'd found. Despite her offer to pay them, and their interest in taking her money, they insisted that the Gold family's stronghold was impenetrable. When she persisted in trying to employ them, they bid her to follow them, and walked off. Now, of course a sane pony wouldn't follow a bunch of rotten thieves without asking where they were going, but Firefly was armed, and could probably handle anything she might walk into. Still, that didn't stop her from inquiring.

"If you don't mind me asking..." Firefly said out loud to nopony in particular. "Where exactly are we going?" To her surprise, one of the bandits actually turned to answer her, happily even.

"Well, you didn't think we haven't tried to infiltrate the Gold family's residence before, did you? Many times, I can assure you, and from experience I know that five little ponies like us won't do a whole lot. This sort of job will take careful planning and organization, and provided you're willing to pay, I'm sure our guild leader can assist you." Firefly was surprised, she'd been expecting them to take her into a dark alley and try to take advantage of her, and was preparing to have her question refused, as well as preparing her sword to fight. The fact that they would go to seek help for her task was an unexpected response. She also realized that their hold on her was not as tight as she believed; they were keeping their space, and if she needed to run she most likely could.

"I...have to say, I'm surprised." Firefly stammered. "I didn't think thieves would be so eager to help a pony out."

"Ah, but you aren't just anypony, are you?" the thief replied. "You are an outlaw, are you not? Just like us, an enemy of authority, a child of the night." Firefly turned away.

"I'm no thief..." she said.

"Yet I and the rest of Canterlot have seen your face and heard of your braveries. Seven guards dead? A victory for us as well as yourself." he said with glee.

"It was only self-defense." Firefly replied, though even she had trouble believing the statement.

"Regardless, it's seven less mules we have to deal with!" he with a hearty laugh. His comrades chimed in with a quiet cheer. Dash was also baffled by the strange friendliness of the thief, but she couldn't deny his logic. Firefly had killed two guards initially with no motive to harm her...had they deserved to die? She couldn't be a murderer, Gilded Sword was a murderer, and Firefly, her ancestor, couldn't be as bad as him...could she?

A familiar symbol came into view as the group approached a building. A deep navy banner hung on the building's side that read "The Apple Core". This is not what interested Firefly though, but more the symbol under the title, an apple with a large section of the middle cut out to form an almost crescent moon shape, along with three white stars dotting its center. It was the sign of a thief’s guild. These ruffians were not just run-of-the-mill thieves, but an organized group of bandits working to steal as efficiently as possible. Normally, Firefly would not want anything to do with them, but Applejack had shown her a different side of the thief mentality. Still, in her mind a thief was a thief, and nothing would change that.

The inside of the building was lively to say the least. Occupying the room was maybe 30 thieves; some drunk, some fighting, and all dirty. The air almost thickened with the stench of alcohol and body odor. The flickering torch light that lit the room seemed to grow weak in the stench. It was hardly what Firefly would call a “decent establishment”, but it was a pub after all, and such an influx of stereotypical male stupidity was common in such places. Firefly was not a stranger to the effects of alcohol on stallions; she knew just how it could bring out the worst in a person. And what she was seeing was certainly not the ponies at their best.

The thieves led her past the drunken mass into a back room. It was full of wine barrels, and appeared to be some sort of storage room, but inside was also a table with a map, along with a significantly cleaner dressed, but still very dirty pony. He was standing over the map, studying the paper as if the land masses would come to life in front of him. He had a yellow coat and golden mane that was generally unkempt, but seemed to fall into a somewhat reasonable styling. Surprisingly, considering Canterlot’s standards, he was an earth pony, with no wings or horn to set him above the rest.

“Oi, sir!” One of the thieves said in a formal, and yet informal tone. “We’ve got someone here to see ya! Says she wants to get into the Gold’s place.” The cleaner stallion looked up from his map and looked at Firefly with a dismissive frown on his face. He looked her over a few times, his eyes moving up and down her white robes, and then broke out into a smile and rolled up his map.

“Well howdy! Welcome to The Apple Core miss, what can ah do ya for?” Firefly noted he had the same accent in his voice as Applejack, and even had a red apple as a cutie mark. Coincidence? Or possibly something else?

“Uh…you’re the leader of the thieves’ guild here, right?” Firefly asked.

“Well, not publicly, no.” He said with a sly voice. “But to you, why yes ah am. Surely ah can trust a member of the assassin brotherhood, right?”

“You know about the brotherhood?” Firefly asked.

“Well of course ah do.” He replied, lifting up his front right hoof and, to Firefly’s surprise, exposing a branded assassin insignia. “Ah’m a member.”

“Like I said.” piped the thief behind them. “You’re just like us, a child of the night.”

“Then…do you by any chance know a pony named Applejack?” she asked.

“Applejack? Why, she’s mah cousin, and leader of the Lunagrad thieves’ guild if ah remember correct. You see, thieving kinda runs in the Apple family.” He said proudly. Firefly mentally recorded that comment for reference later on. “Oh, shoot, where are mah manners?” the stallion said suddenly, slapping himself on the head lightly. “The name’s Cortland, pleasure tah make your acquaintance miss…?” he said, prompting the pegasus.

“Firefly.” She replied simply.

“Miss Firefly.” Cortland finished. “Anyways, you said something about the Gold family?” he said curiously.

“I need to infiltrate their stronghold and kill Gilded Sword.” Firefly said “Master Steelwing commands it.” She added quickly. Cortland’s face twisted.

“Oh, that’s quite an order there, and not an easy one at that. The Gold family makes a point by keeping very tight security around themselves at all times, especially in their home.” His eyes said what he didn’t have the heart to; getting into the Gold’s home was near impossible. “Ah’m afraid Ah’ll have tah pull some strings tah get into there…but if the Master says it’s so important ah guess ah don’t really have much of a choice, do ah?” Firefly said nothing. She felt slightly guilty, taking advantage of this pony, but she saw no other way to get close without a mass of guards attacking her. She needed to get into that castle, and it became apparent that she couldn't do it alone.

"Still, if yer lookin to make some money while ah sort things out, ah have a favour that would be perfect for someone like you." Cortland said, pulling out the map he had been studying.

“Really,” Firefly replied “...I'm interested.” As urgent as her mission seemed, she could use a few bits in her wallet, especially since there was no way she was going to sleep at Twilight's again. Cortland opened up the map and revealed a very lightly drawn map of Canterlot. However, the real focus seemed to be a collection of underlying lines that were drawn much darker and had more right angles and strait sections that the street plan above them.

“This here is a map of a tunnel system under Canterlot.” Cortland said, pointing a hoof at the map. “It leads through most of the city and comes up in tons of different places. However, the ponies up-top shut the whole thing down a few years ago. Obviously they found it too useful for us thieves to be available for use. Course, that didn’t stop us from using it anyway,” he snickered to himself, as did the other thieves in the room. Obviously, some mischief had been made in the tunnels on more than one occasion. “Anyway,” he continued. “The tunnel entrances have recently been put up for sale for a very hefty price, ah guess they figured a bunch a rotten thieves wouldn’t be able to afford them. Of course, they shoulda expected we wouldn’t let a chance like this slip away…”

Cortland nodded at one of the thieves at the door, and the unicorn levitated a brown sack off a shelf in the room. He tossed it to Cortland, who caught it in his mouth by the cord. He dropped the sack onto the table and grabbed the string that held the sack closed in his mouth. “These…” he said through clenched teeth. Pulling away the string, the bag opened to reveal a large mass of golden coins that shimmered in the torchlight. Each one had “500 bits” inscribed on them, along with the image of two beautiful alicorns. Firefly’s eyes widened at the large amount of money before her. “…are counterfeit bits.” Cortland finished. Firefly’s surprise greatly diminished, she should have expected this from thieves, but yet her sense of wonder was not affected. The coins were each sparkling like polished gold, and each was uniformly engraved with stunning calligraphy. They could have given her the bag as her payment, and she would have not noticed anything strange about them.

“But…how? They look so real.” She asked.

“What, did you forget the rules already missy? Ya can’t trust yer eyes, ‘nothing is true’.” Cortland said, referencing the Assassin’s Creed. He reached into the bag, pulled out a coin, flipped it into the air, and caught it in his hoof, covering it on the table. “Heads or tails?” he asked casually.

“Um…heads?” Firefly guessed. Cortland’s trademark smirk once again spread across his face.

“Wrong.” He pulled his hoof off of the table to reveal a simple pebble where the coin had once been. “We had one of the unicorns enchant these pebbles with a simple illusion spell; the whole bag is absolutely worthless.” Firefly once again glanced at the open bag, full of glittering currency that was apparently just a pile of rocks hiding behind a magical shroud. Could’ve fooled her.

“Anyway…” Cortland went on. “Normally this idea wouldn’t work. Any official with his head on straight is gonna think something’s up if a dirty street rat comes up tah him with a bag full a bits. But…you on the other hand, are much more convincing. They won’t immediately suspect you if ya try to buy the tunnel entrances, and of course, bein a mare…” Cortland trailed off, raising an eyebrow at the implication.

“…What are you suggesting.” Firefly phrased the statement as a demand, not a question.

“Well, ah assume that if they start to get the wrong idea you could use some of that…er…feminine charm on ‘em?” Firefly was not amused. Not in the slightest.

“I’m not that kind of mare.” Firefly said with a hint of danger in her voice. “Let’s get that straight right now. I’m here to do my job and then leave. I’m not like those types, not like you. I'm no criminal.” Cortland did not lose his smirk.

“Ah think you’ll find we 'criminals' aren’t so bad miss Firefly. Remember, ‘everything is permitted.’” He finished his quote.

"Whatever," Firefly said, rejecting the idea from her mind. "So what's the catch?"

"Well, the spell looks convincing enough, but we don't have professional magicians here; the spell wares off when touched." He emphasized his point by taking another coin out of the bag. It's golden sheen fade into a dirty stone in his grasp.

"You're kidding right? What a lousy spell!" Firefly exclaimed.

"Ah swear tah ya, it'll be an easy job. Just give the official the money, open up the tunnel entrance, and get the hay outta there before he notices ya gave him a sacka rocks." Cortland said, waving away any doubt with his front hoof.

"Easy as apple pie!"

It was now, running through the tunnels under Canterlot that Firefly decided that this job was not in fact, “easy as apple pie”. Or any pie for that matter. When one analyzed Cortland’s plan thoroughly, it became obvious that any official of the government would thoroughly inspect a sample coin from the pouch to check for counterfeit upon payment. Firefly was lucky enough that the official had waited until she was unlocking the gates to the tunnel entrance to pick a coin from the bag and bite it to check the metal’s ductility. Needless to say, he was quite angry when he found himself biting down on a rock. A quick dip into the bag with his hoof revealed all the coins to be false, and he subsequently sent the nearby guards to seize her.

Her hooves skidded as she frantically turned a corner, hefty and bloodthirsty guards still behind her. Unfortunately for her, the path ahead of her was dominated by a flow of water. She couldn’t tell how deep, but she decided it was better not to jump in with metal swords, daggers, and two more bags of coins that were actually rocks. Still, she quickly found an alternate route in the form of a few posts extending from the wall. With a flap of her wings, she jumped and pranced across the wooden supports and across the gap to land onto the path. The heavily armed guard behind her, which Firefly had mentally nick-named as a brute, did not seem to see the expanse of water through his dark metal helmet, and promptly tripped into the dark watery abyss. His generous metal plating didn’t give him a chance at floating, and he disappeared into the murky waters. A few bubbles of air signified his death.

Yep, swimming across had been a bad idea.

However, jumping across did not work out completely in her favor either, as the less agile guards tried to jump across the posts as well. However, the first fell short and was forced to grasp the last post and hang under it rather than jump on top of it as Firefly had. His momentum allowed him no time to hang though, and he promptly swung off the post and crashed into the hooded pegasus in front of him, toppling them both to the ground. Firefly moved frantically to get up, avoiding a magically levitated stiletto by mere inches.

Something in her mind switched, she stopped running and started fighting. A buck to the face was all she could manage for the guard immediately behind her, but it was effective enough to knock him to the ground with a dull thud. She was sure she heard something crack on impact with her back leg. The other guard was now floating a heavy looking war hammer in front of him. Firefly drew her own sword. A flash of sparks lit the dark tunnel briefly as their weapons collided. Firefly stayed on the defensive, parrying and deflecting all the guard’s passionate attacks. She was wearing him out, as the amateur fighter was using the faulty logic that if he struck hard enough, her defense would break. Eventually he showed signs of fatigue, and Firefly took advantage of it, moving from protective swipes to aggressive slashes. The guard’s face became less determined, more worrisome. The seemingly harmless mare under the white hood was gaining the upper hand, and although her face was one he couldn’t bring himself to mortally harm, the hatred in her eyes spoke otherwise for her feelings.

The tables turned, in more ways than one. Firefly was now the one administering powerful attacks, while the guard was barely moving his sword fast enough to keep up. In the heat of their duel, they’d spun around as well, and Firefly now had her back to the expanse of water, and the guard was backing away from her position. The small sound of flesh slicing was heard, as Firefly’s sword nicked the guards hoof. His worried face broke into a mask of absolute terror. This mare was going to kill him, and he could only postpone it for so much longer. His slow and steady backpedal began to accelerate into a backwards half-run, and Firefly matched this retreat with more vicious pounces, fuelled by the added momentum of jumping toward her opponent.

The guard’s fleeing courage signed his death warrant, as his sturdy defense began to fall into his abysmal fear. His swings became more reckless swipes than concentrated parries. With a final attack pattern, Firefly swung the sword with all her might, and slashed the guard across the chest. Brining the blade back the way it came, she battered the hammer at its hilt, knocking it out of the guard’s hooves and onto the floor a few meters away. His back pedal was faster than ever, and so was Firefly’s charge. Rainbow Dash felt Firefly let go of her own sword, heard it clatter behind her, and watched as she jumped into the air towards the guard, her left hoof raised above her head, and a small metal knife revealing itself at her wrist, pointed right at the guard’s neck. The world seemed to slow down as the final strike progressed. The guard slowly tripped and fell on his tail, and Firefly slowly drifted towards him, the blade at her left sliding out to its fully extended position.

Time continued to decelerate exponentially, until Firefly was frozen in the air, and the guard was frozen in front of her. The look on his face was not something she had seen before from the city guards, it didn’t harbour a hatred for injustice or disgust for lowly street ponies; it was one of utter terror. This guard was new; it was obvious now more than ever. He had not expected to deal with such things in this line of work, or at least not so early. Dash’s vision twitched as if the screen she was looking at had lost connection for a few fractions of a second. The all-too-familiar gridlines of the Animus’ simulated environment faded into existence, and a set of bright white words materialized in the center of her view in an equally familiar font.

OUT OF SYNC

Once again, the world imploded into a blindingly bright glow of white, but this time Dash felt herself pulled away from the world, a current of nothingness dragging her away with unimaginable force. Her eyes snapped open as she lifted her head from the pillow with a gasp, the crown falling from her head and onto the ground. Luna’s horn sparked and popped, the white glow at its point exploding in a tiny burst. Rainbow Dash took large gulps of air, sucking oxygen into her over-active body. It was like waking up from a nightmare. She felt dampness on her body, was she sweating? No, moving a hoof up to her face, Dash revealed the source of the feeling.

She was crying. Dried tears streamed down her face. She patted the liquid away, but felt their presence still haunting her. The experience she’d witnessed had brought her to tears. She was not controlling the actions of her ancestor, but being forced to witness and experience the savage actions that her burning heart committed, powerless to stop what transpired before her. She almost felt like crying again, but her now conscious pride didn’t allow it. Luna rubbed her head as if it ached suddenly. With a twist of pain in her face, she momentarily looked up at Dash’s condition before shutting her eyes in discomfort.

“Are you alright?” She said, any compassion in the remark drowned out by her grunts of pain as she massaged her temples.

“I…I…” Dash stuttered, looking down at her hooves as if the hidden blade was still strapped to her. She was shaking, not quite recovered from the vision of the past.

“What was that?” Luna asked.

“I…can’t…” Dash whispered.

“I…can’t do it.”

Chapter 11

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 11

Luna magically levitated the glass to her mouth and took a sip of the liquid inside. She and Rainbow Dash were sitting in the tower room, eating lunch. Luna ordered the food be brought to her, so she and Dash could discuss the Animus session over the meal. Still, Dash didn't want to talk very much, or eat for that matter. Her appetite had been stunned by the event. She had calmed down a great amount, thinking her tears were a bit melodramatic in retrospect, but still could not refuse the gravity of the situation. All she could do presently was stare at her food and try to remind herself how hungry she should be.

Luna replaced her glass on the table and looked at Dash. She was still staring at her dandelion sandwich like it was talking to her. Obviously, she was still in shock about before, but Luna was starting to worry that she'd never recover from the incident. It took some time to adjust to the new era she was in after her return from the moon, but at times like these Luna had to keep reminding herself that these ponies were not the ponies she knew. Celestia had reduced the crime rate in Equestria to be almost non-existent; Dash would not be so accustomed to Firefly's new assassin mind-set.

Both ponies, Dash and Luna, sat in silence. Neither pony wanted to address the metaphorical elephant in the room, but both knew somepony had to eventually. Luna decided she'd finally break the ice and get it over with.

"So,” Luna said, shattering the silence that had overtaken the room. Dash jumped a bit, as if she'd forgotten ponies could talk in the long period of quiet. "Are you feeling better now?" Luna asked

"Yeah, I guess..." Dash replied in a dry voice, an effect of keeping quiet for so long.

"Do you think you can handle another session?" The question was just a formality. Time was of the essence, and Luna simply couldn't wait for Dash to feel up to the occasion.

"I'm just..." Dash couldn't think of the right word to describe her feelings. On one hand, she could understand Firefly's want for vengeance, Gilded Sword's thirst for power, the guard's hatred toward felony. But at the same time, it was hard for her to imagine Equestria, her home, in such a poor state that anypony would resort to such awful violence as a solution to their problems.

"It was a very different world, the past..." Luna said, reading Dash's expressions, though it seemed more like she was reading her mind. "I'm amazed that my sister somehow put the world in order while I was gone. The Equestria I knew was one of never ending conflict. There was always a war going on, always a fight breaking out, no matter what you did somepony somewhere was angry, and willing to harm others to get what they wanted."

"But...I just don't get it." Dash said. "Why? What does that accomplish?" She found it hard to believe sane ponies would be so quick to kill; she saw the real Firefly, she felt her before her parents died, and it wasn't the pony she'd been watching in the tunnels under Canterlot. Dash had felt almost identical to her ancestor; Firefly shared her thirst for speed, her zeal for adventure, her energetic love of the wind in her mane and the air below her hooves. Dash felt Firefly the night before her parents died; she'd seen an image of herself in her ancestor. The pony she was following now was nothing like the Firefly she'd seen.

Luna shook her head.

"I don't know myself to be honest. Any logical pony will see that in the end, violence leads to more violence." She turned to look out the window of the tower, as if remembering an event long past. "I think it's just an unfortunate part of pony nature. Sometimes we tend to act without thinking..." Her eyes floated away from the window. "...or considering the consequences of our actions." A sense of regret lingered in Luna's tone. Dash herself could feel a bit of remorse as well, many times have her friends reminded her to think before doing something drastic.

Luna lifted the weight of her past off, and focused back on the topic at hand. "Still," she continued. "That's why we have to make sure we stop the Flames now while they're small. The fact that my sister somehow put Equestria in order for so long is a miracle in itself, we simply can't allow these ponies to bring us all back into an age of violence." Luna looked more determined than ever now. It was clear that the attack on her had struck hard on a personal level. She didn't just want this for the good of Equestria, she had an emotional need to defeat the Neo-Templars before they could cause any more harm.

Dash finally managed to take a bite of her lunch. The princess' words weren't the most motivational ones she's heard, but they were comforting enough to calm her stomach enough to consume. This of course was also helped by her body's hungry cries for sustenance.

"There has to be another way to do this though, I mean, what kind of order are we bringing if we have to kill them too? We're just like them, using violence to solve our problems!"

Luna sighed. She couldn't blame Dash for feeling like this, but she still needed the young pegasus to understand.

"Rainbow Dash," she said, a bit softer than her former tone. "Do you know why the Animus broke its spell?"

"I dunno, it overheated or something?" Luna once again shook her head.

"The Animus allows the user to view memories of the past through their ancestor's bodies. It usually only allows you to view the memories as a bystander, with no control over what's happening." She paused to take another sip of her drink, levitating the cup to her lips and drinking without moving a muscle. "But," she continued. "sometimes, usually in the time between important memory sequences, it allows the user to control the body they possess as well, allowing your consciousness to manipulate the ancestor's mind so that it decides to do what you want to, giving you control while not disturbing the ancestor's consciousness. By watching their ancestor, and eventually controlling them in the context of their memories, the users of the Animus tend to develop talents and skills known by their ancestors quicker and more thoroughly than they would through simple teaching." Luna continued, now in a very scholarly tone. "It's called 'The Bleeding Effect'".

"However, this method has its flaws." Luna's tone changed from one of insight to one of warning. "This type of magic, putting two ponies' minds in one body, causes problems. The matter of who is in control is usually determined by strong emotional impulses, which makes it hard to determine who has superiority at times. If both minds feel strongly about opposite choices, they could effectively tear the pony apart from their fighting!" Dash cringed. In all honesty, she was understanding very little of Luna's colourful word choice, but the idea of being ripped in half sounded unpleasant regardless. "This is why the Animus ended your session." Luna continued. "Your feelings were overtaking Firefly's, and thus your minds fell out of sync with each other. The world dispelled before you could harm yourself."

"I can't help it!” Dah interjected. “I...I don't want to be like that."

“And you don’t have to!" Luna retorted. “At least not completely, but you still have to go along with the memories as they flow. If you keep tearing away from the main synchronization, you could permanently drop yourself out of sync.”

"Permanently?" Dash asked. Luna nodded.

"Yes, permanently. Eventually your subconscious will be so displeased with its environment, that it will reject any invasion of privacy by magic. I won't be able to cast the spell and put you under the Animus' visions. You'll be locked out forever." A pleading look invaded Luna’s eyes. “Please Rainbow Dash, if you can’t do this, no one can. You’re the only one who has the ability to learn these skills, and I need them if I’m going to solve this problem.”

The last part of Luna’s qualm brought up a question in Dash’s mind. One she’d considered before, but didn’t think to ask before now.

“Why is it that I’m the only pony who can do this by the way?” Dash asked. Her quick personality did not stop her from asking a question completely out of context, and the surprised look on Luna’s face only enforced this notion.

“…Why?” She asked simply, Taken back by the seemingly random question.

“You keep talking like I’m the only pony in all of Equestria who can fight these guys. What about the Royal guard? That one who woke me up today seems a lot stronger than me, I’m sure he could fight better than I ever could.”

“Well, he’s strong yes.” Luna explained. “But this type of enemy doesn’t require brute strength to defeat, you need stealth too. And-”

“But you guys have to have some sort of ‘special forces’ group right? Or why don’t you ask a pegasus who’s faster than me, like the Wonderbolts?”

“Well, that’s because the Wonderbolts are…stunt ponies!" Luna said, grasping for excuses. "Yeah, not good for something not planned out, but you are-"

“Or what about any of the other twenty-something ponies I saw in the memory? There's gotta be hundreds of other ponies in Equestria who have ancestors in the Stars of the Moon! Why me? Out of all the ponies in the world, why me?”

“Because…you’re just special!” Luna said desperately. “You have to trust me on this Rainbow Dash, you’ll understand later, but just know you are the only one who can do this.” Again, Luna’s only defence boiled down to trust. Dash was finding it hard to trust somepony who holds so many secrets, but the look on the princess’ face let Dash know she was sincere. Still, she was not about to believe everything the moon goddess said out of sheer trust. A familiar phrase floated into the back of Dash’s mind: “Nothing is true, Everything is permitted”.

“Please Rainbow Dash…” Luna begged quietly. “Just please believe me now and do this, not just for me, for all ponies everywhere.” The words triggered something in Dash's head. The familiar faces of her five best friends floated into the view of her memory. Her friends, taken. Captured. Stolen. If not for the good of her homeland, Dash was most definitely going to do this for her friends. They'd always trusted her unconditionally, and she wasn't about to betray that trust. She'd get them back, even if she had to resort to resort to violence against these so called Templars.

Dash had insisted that she was different from Firefly, at least her more recent self. They were very similar once, she had to admit it, but she had made it clear she didn't want to be anything like Firefly the assassin. Despite this, she could feel herself mirroring her ancestor now. The irony was that it was an inverted similarity; whereas before she'd thought Firefly to resemble herself, what she barely noticed now was her current state becoming more like Firefly's. At the thought of her friends capture and the spiteful ponies who took them, she felt the flame that had consumed Firefly's heart ignite in her own; Revenge. She wanted to lash out, make them pay for what they've done. Normally she would have spoken against this kind of feeling with all her heart, but this was different. She was too drunk on the feeling to reprimand herself, too occupied by vengeance to realize her moral contradictions. It wasn't nearly as passionate as Firefly's, she wasn't about to act on her desires just yet, but the feeling was there, and it wanted nothing more than to go out and wreak havoc on the Flames of the Sun.

"You have to do this Dash." Luna said, filling in the void of quiet that had filled the room. "You have to stop them from continuing. If you don't, the results could be deadly."

Another realization suddenly hit Dash. If the Flames weren't stopped soon, the horribly violent world of the past would become the present once again. If Luna used sheer military force, or if the Flames succeeded in killing her, there would be an outcry. Ponies everywhere would shout out for revenge and war. The world would quickly spiral down into another age of fighting. That's why Luna needed an assassin, she need the Flames to go quietly and quickly. If she made a show of it, there would be recoil. She was a prime example herself, just the brief encounters she's had with them was enough to consume her mind in violence.

No, that wasn't her world. This reality of blood and rage, this wasn't real. Her world was a peaceful one, a simple one. The worst that happened was an occasional creature near Ponyville, which usually could be tamed with compassion and understanding. She didn't want this, she wanted her peace. She wanted a world where she could ascend to the clouds and fly for hours on end, where she could play pranks or go to parties with her friends, where she didn't have to worry about anything but the occasional weather problem. She extinguished her vengeance for now, she put away her thoughts of fighting. She just wanted this over with, so she could go back to normal and forget this entire ordeal.

Dash still hadn’t reacted verbally to Luna’s argument, and Luna had not answered Dash’s question. No progress was being made, and eventually Dash and Luna silently agreed on one thing, they wanted this whole ordeal to be over as soon as possible. Dash wanted her friends and her life back, and the sooner this was dealt with the sooner she could return to Ponyville and pretend this never happened. With a renewed vigour, Dash grabbed her glass of the table and quickly chugged down the rest of its contents. Slamming the glass down, she stood up from her seat and held a confident stance.

"Alright, let's do this." she said with fierce determination. Luna nodded, pleased.

"Yes, let's."

The set-up for the Animus was pretty much the same as before. Dash laid down on a blanket resting her head on a pillow. Luna carefully place the delicate crown on Dash's head and knelt as well in order to get into a more comfortable position. She closed her eyes and let the magic flow through her body and converge at her horn.

"Ready?" she asked slowly, as if in a dream state already.

"Yeah." Dash replied simply. She closed her eyes as well, and tried her best to relax. Luna's horn meet the crown's jewel, and Dash was pulled away into the memories of the past once more.

Chapter 12

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 12

Nothing. The world was nothing. Just a white void of endless light, searching for something to illuminate. At this point, Dash was no stranger to this purgatory; she knew it was just a matter of waiting to reach her destination. She wasn't conscious in the waking world, and yet, she wasn't consumed by memory either. She was waiting for the spell to warm-up fully, and for the world to build itself beneath her.

Sure enough, a great crashing sound soon arose, and entire mountains were built before Dash's eyes. Whole towers and century old cathedrals materialized, their bricks and mortar flying into place as if by magic. The whole of Equestria built itself instantly, and soon the white void Dash was staring at became the great city of Canterlot. Her bird's eye view of the city shifted dramatically, jumping all around the city, as if it was looking for something, or somepony. Eventually it located its target, and Dash's viewpoint flew down into the city to focus on a white robed mare with blue hair and an unusually diverse armory. Firefly: the assassin.

Dash assimilated into the body, their points of view becoming one. She could feel her hooves pacing the ground, but still couldn't quite grasp control over them. Dash was a watcher, not a driver. Still, she could see the mare's path, and had a feeling she knew where Firefly was headed.

The young pegasus kept her head low as she walked, her hood covering her face and keeping her presence generally unnoticed. As she walked, a small piece of paper caught her attention. It was a wanted poster, hung on the wall by an arrow. It bore the image of a young mare, with a boyish mane and a serious expression. Her head was covered by a hood. It took Firefly a moment to realize who the mare in the poster was, and she hastily ripped it off the wall.

She instantly realized the stupidity of her action. Civilians gasped behind her as she defiled the government issued warning, and gasped again when they realized she was the outlaw it was about. They backed away, some ran for their lives. Down the road, a group of guards on patrol began to notice the disturbance.

"Merde!" Firefly cursed under her breath. She had to escape, and she had to do so quickly.

She pushed herself up the front of the building to her side, and dashed away along the rooftops. She jumped, rolled, and climbed across the treacherous and un-even environment. Still, although she avoided the attention of the guards in the streets below, the guards on the roofs quickly took interest in the fleeing pony. Soon, Firefly had to watch her step even more as she ran, while avoiding arrows and crossbow bolts that whizzed by her head by mere inches.

A safeguard came into view. Over the edge of the rooftops rose a familiar banner with the familiar symbol. "The Apple Core", Cortland's thief guild. There she would be able to escape the guards, or whatever was left of them. Most were archers, content with attacking from afar and not pursuing their victim too much. She was almost home free, just a little more and...

*whack* A blunt force struck Firefly in the hoof, sending her tumbling to the ground. She rolled along the stone tiles painfully, skidding to a stop at a dangerously short distance from the roof's edge. Now on her back, she looked up to see her attacker approaching. A city guard, a burly grey unicorn, had been hiding behind a chimney. Seeing Firefly coming, he'd struck her in the fore hooves with a heavy looking war-mace. He now levitated the weapon high above his head, rearing to bring it down on Firefly's skull.

Just as he was about to strike however, something caught his eye. He looked to the side and redirected his mace, swinging it horizontally to his left. A thief pony jumped into Firefly's view and in front of the guard. He ducked under the mace's swing and turned himself around. With a powerful buck, the thief kicked the guard in the head, and off the roof, falling to the street below. Firefly heard a dull crack and the shouts of many surprised pedestrians, confirming the guard's death.

The thief sighed and wiped his forehead. Turning to Firefly, he reached out a hoof.

"Need a little help getting up?" he offered with a smile.

"Haven't you done enough?" Firefly said viciously. She didn't know why, but she felt an agressive tone was necessary for interaction with a thief. However, this thief had saved her life. It was a thief who was going to help her get at Gilded Sword, a thief who gave her a place to stay in Canterlot when she was a wanted felon, a thief who was above all else, her sworn brother assassin. She had the notion that she needed to interact with these thieves agressively, but now that she really thought on the idea, it made no sense. These ponies, thiees as they may be, were her allies.

"Whoa, excuse me." the thief said, retracting his hoof. "I thought I was talking to a pony, but you seem to have the attitude of a griffon."

"Actually, you're right." Firefly said, getting up. "I should be thanking you. Sorry." she apologized. The thief’s smile returned. He waved a hoof.

"Don't mention it, all in a day’s work. These guards practically kick themselves off the roof, and I'd do anything to help an ally."

"That's...very nice of you to say." Anything to help an ally? Firefly had thought that sort of loyalty was absent in dirty thrives like this. It was the reason they stole, because they had no morals. Yet, in the last few months she'd only met moral-less ponies in the ranks of Templar politician and city guards, whereas every organized thief had been welcoming and kind to her.

Maybe these thieves weren't so bad?

The familiar stench of beer and sorrow was present when Firefly entered The Apple Core once again. However, a certain feeling of welcome was also present that hadn't been there her last visit. Of course nothing had really changed; the thieves had given her their full hospitality the moment they realized she was an assassin, but regardless, the thieves' guild seemed friendlier now. It was obviously Firefly who had changed, that any feelings of hostility she might have felt before were simply a reflection of her own attitude toward the bandits.

She made her way to the back room once again, and as expected, she found a yellow earth pony waiting there; Cortland.

"The tunnel entrances have all been renovated." Firefly said. "You might find a few guards down there, but other than that they're free to use."

"Ha ha, fantastic!" Cortland replied, clapping his hooves on the ground a bit. "On behalf of The Apple Core, let me extend mah most sincere thanks to ya Firefly. Now, ah have another task for you tah complete around the city." Firefly frowned. He had another task? No doubt one filled to the brim with angry guards. Out of the frying pan and into the fire it seemed.

"I'm not too sure I want to do this 'task' for you," Firefly confronted. "Especially after you promised the last one would be so simple, which, by the way, it wasn't." Cortland dismissed her worries with a roll of his eyes.

"Oh, Ah'm sure ya can handle this, it should be nothin above tha 'great assassin' Firefly's level of expertise." He said in an almost mocking tone. "why, Ah'll bet a simple recruit ca'd do this job, it's just a messenger's task. The only reason ah ask you tah do it, is because it's relevant tah yer mission regarding the Gold family..." Firefly's ears perked up. Just as Cortland predicted, she was quite suddenly interested in the petty mission he had set up for her. Cortland bore a smirk at her interest, and continued. "The Gold family's stronghold is well protected, but tha bastards aren't rich enough to hire their own set of guards, at least not yet. The buildin's protected by a fleet of Canterlot city guards instead, boastin the excuse that as a political target, they need protection in the interest of Canterlot's well bein." His face twisted in disgust for the lazy excuse to luxury.

"Anyway," he continued, "the point bein that the guards there have other responsibilities, and probably would rather be out an about in the city than stuck patrolin one place for so long, so...here's mah plan." Cortland rolled out another map of Canterlot, this one with a visible diagram of the streets and buildings above, no tunnels in sight. "Ah'll organize a few of mah boys tah cause a ruckus around town all at once, that way, a bunch of the guards will be drawn away from the patrol tah help calm the streets. The weakened defense will make it easier to get ya into that place, so I'm thinkin you can fly yer way in, an-"

"I-I can't fly." Firefly interrupted. Cortland looked a bit confused by the notion of a flightless pegasus.

"But, uh, yer wings..." Firefly spread her wings outward for the earth pony to see. It took a moment, but he eventually noticed the unnatural look of the damaged wing. "Oh..." he said. "Um...Ah'm sure we can get one of mah boys tah fly you in then, but that means you'll have tah find yer own way out once we drop yah in there."

"No problem, understood" Firefly responded.

"Anyway, what ah need you tah do, is just go around the city and let the bandits there know when tah make trouble with the guards." Cortland pulled out a few scrolls, supposedly letters to his recruits. "Like ah said, a simple messenger's task."

Unlike the last mission, Cortland was not understating the difficulty of this task; it really was easy, almost boring in its simplicity. A few guards here and there, but nothing Firefly couldn't handle. It wasn't a mob of them like before, just an occasional archer, usually easy to sneak past or out-run. It seemed like things were finally looking up.

"Alright, so we attack on Cortland's signal." a relatively young thief said to Firefly, reading the note she just gave him.

"Signal?" Firefly asked. She had been wondering how the attack was to be coordinated, but all the other thieves had simply mentioned that they would attack on signal. What that signal was remained to be seen.

"Oh, you'll see, don't worry." the young thief replied. "Let's go guys." He called over to his fellow thieves, and the group of rascals disappeared onto the rooftops. With a nod of satisfaction, Firefly went the opposite direction.

"Okay, just two more." Firefly told herself as she ran across the Canterlot skyline. In all honesty, she was quite tired, and welcomed the idea of a nice bed to sleep in at the Apple Core, as dirty as it might be. Pretty soon she'd settle for another haystack to sleep in.

Firefly slowed down her pace as she approached a large gap in the rooftops. She'd arrived at Mane Street again, and numerous roof guards would be watching this route in particular. Luckily, the road below was so packed with ponies even at this late hour that she would easily be able to blend in with the crowd. Thus, the busy street was hardly an inconvenience, maybe even a fortune. It was a simple matter of changing her route's height level, nothing more.

She calmly pulled her hood over her face to hide her identity, and dropped down inconspicuously from the heights of the shops lining Mane Street. She made her way calmly down the road, trying to drown out the noise of street vendors and shop callers. Although noisy, the walk down the normal street with no parkour, guards, or thieves to deal with was a nice break from the discord of Firefly's everyday life lately. In fact, Firefly found herself smiling. She was temporarily lost in the happiness of normality, and gained a certain spring to her step as she walked down the road. Soon enough, she stopped suppressing the cries of cheap wares and low prices, and embraced them as the soundtrack of an average pony's walk down the street. Her gaze moved upward, and her hood slid off her head onto her back, letting in a flood of lights; candles, torches, glowing unicorn horns, and almost the most brilliant, stars. The aroma of fresh vegetables and burning metal filled her nostrils as she inhaled. Dash found herself quite happy as well; the scene was hardly what she was used to, but something about the town reminded her of Ponyville on a market day. She felt like prancing down the street along with her ancestor, smelling the air, seeing the lights, feeling as if everything in the world was going normally.

At this point, Dash noticed she was actually doing these things. She was actively prancing down the Canterlot of the past and taking in its atmosphere. She didn't know how long she'd been in control of Firefly's body, but it felt right. Being there, hearing ancient ways of speaking and seeing out-dated machinery, it was as if Dash had always lived in the past. She felt strangely at home among the ponies of days that were long past and widely forgotten. Her mind and that of her ancestor synchronized to a new level; it was difficult to tell who really had control here. Dash found herself even having trouble differentiating between who was moving the body and who was taking a backseat, but frankly, it didn’t matter much. Both ponies were enjoying the simplicity. The burden that was the fight for control had all but disappeared, and both Firefly and Dash couldn't feel better.

But of course, the greatly malevolent murphy and his law would not allow this simple joy to last. Firefly froze up in a shock that jerked body control away from Dash. No more than a few feet ahead of her was a pink unicorn with a striped white mane walking with a green and purple baby dragon on her back. Twilight Twinkle.

Before Firefly could even think of moving away from the pony, it was already too late. Twilight moved her gaze ahead of her and spotted the assassin, almost mirroring her expression of surprise. Firefly couldn't approach the mare, there was too much Twilight didn't, and couldn't, know. Trying to explain why she'd graciously accepted her invitation to stay and then disappear the next morning without even a nod of thanks would only lead to more issues. Firefly liked Twilight; she'd been a good friend and helped her in a time of need, but for the sake of preserving whatever good impressions she had left on the unicorn, she'd hoped to never see the Canterlot scholar ever again.

With a hasty quickness, Firefly pulled her hood over her face once more and started moving in the opposite direction. She tried to walk as fast as possible without drawing suspicion, but it was difficult.

"Wait!" she heard a voice call behind her. "Firefly, please wait!" She didn't need to turn around to tell who the voice came from, and she didn't dare. She only boosted her pace a bit to leave the area faster. "Firefly, please stop!" She couldn't hold out anymore, Firefly broke out into a full-fledged sprint. The complaints of pedestrians arose in all directions as Firefly pushed and shoved her way down the busy street.

"Watch it!"

"Why such a hurry?"

"What the- Hey, slow down!"

"He must be late...and she must be beautiful."

A crash broke out as Firefly knocked over a pony carrying a wooden box. He proceeded to curse and shake his fist at her, but Firefly was too preoccupied running, she could still hear a set of hooves chasing her and the Twilight's cries for her to halt.

"Firefly, I just want to talk!"

Ignoring her further, Firefly turned a corner, quite hazardously, and ran into a group of guards on patrol. They looked at her dumbfounded as she got up and dashed away as fast as hooves would carry.

Spotting and apple cart up ahead, Firefly leaped up and bounced onto the wooden transport, propelling herself up onto a wooden post, then a tile balcony, and then swinging on a potted plant around a corner and to the rooftops of Canterlot, where Twilight couldn't follow.

"Firefly! Please, wait!" she heard her yell from below. Still, she couldn't stand to wait. She knew the unicorn could not follow her here, onto the roofs of the city where only guards and thieves roamed, but she kept running regardless. Not from Twilight, but from herself, from the thought of abandoning such a good friend behind, from not being able to enjoy a leisurely walk in the evening, from having to hide, steal, and murder other ponies. She wasn't running to escape the unicorn behind her, she was running to escape the un-escapable.

She was running away from what she'd become.

Chapter 13

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 13

It was still evening in the city of Canterlot. Ponies were abundant in the streets, making their way home for the night, trying to find a place to buy dinner, or just taking a nightly walk to admire the sky. Firefly even thought she saw an astronomer as she darted along the rooftops, jumping, rolling, and climbing over the tops of houses and buildings.

She was still a bit saddened by her encounter with Twilight, but for the most part she wasn't dwelling on it. Dash herself was a bit troubled by the encounter herself, picturing in her mind the sadness of having to run away from her own friends without so much as a "goodbye", possibly never to see then again. The mere idea was depressing, and both pegasai fought to push the thought to the back of their minds for now.

Firefly dropped down from the roofs as she approached her destination, The Apple Core. It was probably better to enter the already highly suspicious thieves' guild from the front entrance. Unwanted attention was the last thing she needed at the moment. Right now all she needed was to walk along the roads as inconspicuously as possible.

As if to personally deny her hope for normality, a pair of hooves suddenly appeared from a back alley as Firefly passed by. The two appendages grabbed the mare and pulled her into the shadows, pushing her up against a wall. Her eyes adjusting to the dark shadows of the alleyway, she turned to see the hooves belonged to a thief pony; and earth pony no less.

"What the hay are-" Firefly began before being cut off by the thieves hoof, now covering her mouth. Her moved his free hoof to make a "shh" motion with his mouth, then tried his best to press himself up against the wall like Firefly. With the idea of silence in mind, Firefly began hearing a mumble coming from up ahead. She had to really concentrate, but could make out roughly what was being said.

"...not even worth the time. Ya'd think we would've found the rats earlier with them advertising around like that."

"Yeah well, it wasn't really that obvious either, hay, could've fooled me."

"That's because ya'd take a drink over an arrest, ya bloody drunkard."

"Is that really such a bad thing?"

"...yea, I guess I would to." As the talking grew louder, Firefly saw the source of the voices reach them. Two city guards on patrol passed by the alley's exit and continued down the street without noticing the two outlaws, their talking now fading into silence as they moved further away.

Something was wrong. Not only did their conversation seem suspicious, but city guards generally ignored the back-lots of Canterlot, especially this far out. Why two guards would be on patrol here was out of Firefly's reach of explanation. She turned back to the thief pony who'd pulled her out of sight from the guards. He let out his previously held breath, heaving a sigh of relief as he did.

"What was that about?" Firefly asked.

"Thank Celestia they're gone. I think we may be the only two left in this area." He responded absentmindedly.

"What? What happened?" Firefly asked, now a bit worried.

"You weren't here huh? I don't know what happened, must've been a traitor among us or something, but somehow they found us!" he said, distress once again filling his eyes.

"What?" Firefly half-gasped.

"The guards found us out! Somehow they know the pub was a thieves’ guild! They beat their way in, arrested anyone they could get their hooves on, and took them all away in a caged cart, including the guild master!"

"Cortland's been arrested?" Firefly inquired. The thief nodded.

"Aye." he said simply. "The ol' Apple Core's nearly choked with armored guards, and they're patrolling the area to catch any other stray thieves."

Firefly didn't know what to do. It seemed that justice had finally been served to the band of thieves residing in The Apple Core. Deep inside, she felt the law abiding citizen telling her she should be happy, that they got what they deserved. And yet, she couldn't feel anything but worry. Yes, they were thieves. Yes, they are guilty of their charges. And yes, on any day before this she would have snickered to herself about how effective karma is in repaying these who do wrong. But she couldn't just leave them be. She had to do something.

“’…Surely ah can trust a member of the assassin brotherhood, right?’

‘You know about the brotherhood?’ Firefly asked.

‘Well of course ah do.’ He replied, lifting up his front right hoof and, to Firefly’s surprise, exposing a branded assassin insignia. ‘Ah’m a member.’

‘Like I said.’ piped the thief behind them. ‘You’re just like us, a child of the night.’”

That was it. She had to help them now. If not because they had helped her out, or because they'd been so kind, than above all else, these were her assassin brothers. She never fully understood the connection she was supposed to have with her fellow assassins, but she felt it now.

Applejack had been right; this was her family now. And Firefly was to be damned before she was going to let her family go again; not to the Templars, not to anypony.

"Where did the cart go, do you have any idea?" Firefly said to the thief with a now pressing urgency.

"Uh, toward the Merchant's district I believe, but you aren't going to try and fight the guards are you?" he replied.

"I have to go, now." Firefly took off down the alley, getting a running start before kicking the wall and making her accent.

"Are you crazy? There'll be tons of guards there! And civilians! There's no way you'll make it out!" The guard yelled behind her.

"Of course I will!" Firefly shouted back from the top of the building. "I am an assassin after all."

"Hang the bloody snakes, break their necks!"

"Kill the dirty thieves!"

"Let then have what they deserve!"

These were only some of the shouts of anger Firefly could hear from the crowd ahead of her. She recognized her location as the city square; the large expanse of flat tile floor that took up the space in front of the a famous basilica. This had been the plaza where she'd first tried to kill Gilded Sword, and where Applejack had saved her. The place seemed to regularly attract misery, as the angry mob that took up most of the square was cheering and standing in front of a large wooden platform that was raised above the floor about 3 feet. On the platform were two guards, and what appeared to be a high ranking Templar official. Strung along the top of the platform's frame was a set of ropes that draped down to end in nooses. Held inside the gallows' hold were an indiscriminate group of criminals, chained and bound, the ropes fastened around their necks as they waited their demise. From this distance, none were totally recognizable, but Firefly could just make out one of the colts' bright orange mane and yellow coat. Cortland stood tall with his fellow thieves, about to be hanged for public view.

No time to hesitate. Firefly walked toward the crowd at a walking pace, but still moved with a little more urgency than most. Guards lined the outer edges of the plaza, and archers stood ready to fire all along the roofs. Wedged in the bustling crowd, Firefly would be invisible. That is, until she made her first move, but she knew from previous experience that the very moment she acted out of line the crowd would recede and isolate her from the rest, and every guard in view would be alerted to her position. It looked quite impossible, even ignoring the numerous guards surrounding the area, the two unicorns on the platform itself were heavily armored, and by the strange circular markings on their helmets that surrounded their exposed horns, she guessed these guards must have been specialists in combat spells. Still, her tactics and strategies were only secondary in her mind; her focus was on saving her allies' lives. She continually pushed through the crowd, assertively pushing other ponies aside as she worked her way to the front.

The official at the front of the stage magically levitated a scroll out of his saddlebags and unfurled it in front of him. He cleared his throat before dictating the scroll as loudly as he possibly could.

"By decree of The Solar House of The Royal Equestrian Court in Canterlot; Cortland Amadeus Apple, Swift Marquis Skies, Roller Demetrius Stone, and Vance Archer DeLarossa are charged with the crimes of robbery, murder, evasion of arrest, and treason." Despite the emphasis he put on the last accusation, the official carried the formality out in a very dull tone, as if he was reciting a list of upcoming social events. "Therefore, these four listed are hereby sentenced to execution via hanging, to he carried out in public view for all to bear witness." The crowd's roars of agitation amplified at the listing of the crimes, and even more so at the dooming of their humiliation and death. Firefly tried her best to retain a somewhat calm composure as she fought her way through the group of aroused locals, but due to the finality of the official's tone she found herself all but sprinting her way towards the source of the booming voice.

"Ya no-good rotten mules, ya'll' pay for this, ah swear it!" Cortland exploded from his bondage. "Just a buncha corrupt bastards, all of ya! We didn't even get a trial, ya'll can't prove nothing!" This outbreak only fanned the fire of the crowd's fury, as more and more voices cried out for the earth pony's killing. She couldn't hold back any longer, Firefly was running as fast as she could through the angry mob, shoving and throwing pedestrians to the floor as she desperately made her way forward. The guards at the head of the group began to take notice.

Rolling up the scroll, the official stored it away and moved to a wooden level on one side of the stage. His horn formed a sparkled glow as he telekinetically gripped the handle and prepared to drop the floor from under the four condemned, leaving their fates in the unforgiving hands of gravity.

"May Celestia have mercy on your darkened souls, I now say to thee, face the law!"

The tension rose as the four thieves braced for their untimely demise. The crowd watched intently to witness the criminals’ punishment. The official turned his attention to flipping the lever and sending these four ponies to the great beyond. And all the while, a white figure sailed above them all. Like a low flying cloud bringing a slight rainstorm, or perhaps a pure white angel descending onto the four souls to be executed. Inexplicably the official turned and looked skyward to see this white apparition float down. However, the figure grew dark, and more shadowed. Now it seemed more like a menacing thundercloud, or a dreadful angel of death. It soon dawned upon the official that this almost ethereal force was directing its descent toward him, enveloping him in its mystery, swallowing him up. Where did it come from? The sky? The crowd? Was he imagining it? Was it even of this world? He would never know the answers to any of these questions.

As Firefly landed on the Templar's body, her hidden blade pierced his heart, severing his life as he prepared to take the lives of four others. The glow around his horn faded, as did the telekinetic glow around the wooden lever. With a single, fluid motion, Firefly unsheathed her sword and cut the noose of the four criminals, releasing them from their looming deaths. Cortland gasped for breath, his lungs taking time to realize they did indeed still function.

"What now?" He asked looking up at Firefly, his hooves still chained together. The assassin pegasus looked around. Sure enough, two menacingly crackling balls of energy were now formed at the tips of the two guard's horns, both aimed for the five other ponies on the platform. Elsewhere, guards drew long lengths of steel and charged for the central plaza. Up above, Crossbows clicked into a firing position almost simultaneously from all directions.

"Now...now..." Firefly muttered hopelessly. It seemed like it was all too late. Enemies on all sides, two extremely powerful attacks on the verge of reaching them from point blank, countless patrol groups now focusing on their location. There was surely no method of escape.

"...we disappear."

Both unicorns finished their incantations. The spheres of blazing fire propelled forward with blinding speed toward the five outlaws. At a single call to fire, a thousand arrows and crossbow bolts flew from the rooftops at once. The central point of Canterlot Square exploded into a deafening boom as a cloud of smoke enveloped the entire gallows.

Lagging behind the extremely fast-paced actions, the audience only now began to shriek and wail in confusion and terror. A number of mares in the crowd that were particularly weak of heart fainted to be carried by their accompanying stunned civilians. Slowly the smoke cleared, and the damage could be fully surveyed. To everyone’s surprise, not a single pony could be seen on the wooden platform. As the now even more confused ponies searched their surrounding area, their gaze fell to the outer edges of the plaza, and found the two unicorn battlemages lying dead at either side. From the burn wounds and distance their corpses flew, it could be concluded that both had been hit by the others spell, and knocked across the square. The convicts and their hooded savior however, were nowhere to be found. Curiously enough though, the lever to activate the gallows was now thrown to the active position, and as such, the floor beneath where the four nooses hung previously was swung down, exposing a hole to the square below. Had any guards thought to search inside this opening, they'd have found that the wooden platform had been placed right above a sewer entrance on the ground, the cover of which now lay askew, as if somepony had entered it recently and re-placed it in a haste.

"Find them! Find where they went!" The shouts of angry guards rose from the streets below and up to the upper heights of Canterlot's cityscape. Chaos engulfed the street below; ponies screaming, yelling, and crying in one big symphony of disorder and confusion. A hoof reached up from above and grasped the edge of the roof, and then proceeded to pull the rest of its body up to join it. Firefly slowly made her way over to a flat section of roof that was next to a wall of the taller building next to it. She leaned her weight on the wall, resting her fatigue there, Four other ponies following her to the roof and then over to the wall. All four wiped their brows in near-unison, and for a long moment, the only sound they made was the panting of each trying to catch their breath.

Finally, Cortland mustered up enough strength to barely voice his ideas.

"What..." he said gasping to Firefly, "...what was...that?" Still a bit tired from running through the extensive Canterlot sewers, Firefly couldn't respond immediately. Instead, she reached around into a pouch at her waist and opened it, removing its contents. She held out two small spheres, each covered with a silvery coating and with a small pull-fuse hanging from their tops, making them look like some sort of metallic breed of cherries. Cortland seemed to recognize what they were instantly. "Smoke bombs?" he asked. Firefly only nodded in confirmation. She took a deeper breath and swallowed, her breathing pattern now, for the most part, normal.

"Gifts from a friend." she replied simply, putting Posey's little secrets back in their pouch. Cortland put on his usual smirk at this remark, and Firefly silently gave a sigh of relief; she was beginning to think she would not see him wear it again.

"Ah would very much like tah meet this friend'a yers one day." he said, then got up to look out onto the Canterlot skyline. Firefly joined him, both staring out at the city's lights and shapes. Another long moment passed, both ponies lost in the night-time cityscape that lay out before them.

"Beautiful..." Cortland said quietly.

"...what?" Firefly replied, blushing a bit.

"The city: It may be a hell-hole during the day, but at night, all the towers and spires, ah swear ah've never seen anything more...beautiful." He replied astonished.

"Oh." Firefly said simply. Half of her mind had thought the remark was directed at her. She returned he gaze to the city. She had to admit, there was something about Canterlot's spirals and gleaming towers that made the city look absolutely stunning in the low light. For all the trouble the city had caused her, Firefly had to appreciate that.

"Ah wanna thank ya Firefly. Ah don't know- actually, Ah do know what would'a happened if ya hadn't shown up when ya did." Cortland said, turning to the mare.

"It was nothing, after all, you're my assassin brother, we're in this together, right?" Firefly said casually.

"Ah still can't thank you enough. Ya've done us a lotta good since ya got here, and ah appreciate that, ah mean it, from the bottom of mah heart." Cortland was obviously very grateful, and Firefly was happy to help. But she still felt the need to ask...

"Cortland, I've always kind of wondered, why be a thief?" She began. "I mean, you're an honorable stallion, you're nice and compassionate and honest enough, why would you steal?" Cortland didn't take any offense to the question, and even began to laugh a little.

"Firefly, there's a concept we always try tah establish before anypony joins the thieves guild." Cortland replied. "We may be thieves, but we're not bandits. Bandits are evil ponies who think tha easiest way tah get something is tah take it from somepony else. They don't care how hard that pony worked for it, they don't care what it'll do tah them, they just take it and run. And that's not what we do." He severed his gaze from the city scape and looked back at his comrades. "We only take what we need, nothin more, and always take it from somepony who don't deserve it. There's a lotta rich ponies in Canterlot, but there's a lotta poor ones too. Some of these wealthy ponies help the less fortunate, they try tah donate money for food or shelter, but sadly, that’s not the case with most." His face twisted into a frown momentarily. "Greed is an issue that plagues this city; most of these rich an high-class families don't do squat with it: They walk around, seein' little fillies and colts dyin' of hunger in the pourin' rain, an just point their snouts higher an strut the other way. It's enough tah make me sick just talkin' about it."

At this point, he was visibly shaking with rage; however, he calmed himself and regained his normal expression. "We thieves just force tha degenerates to do what they should'a been doin' all along. We steal from tha rich only tah aid the poor. When we take money or valuables from Templar bureaucrats, we spend every last bit on helpin' out a family who's sufferin' in the back streets, or begging in the alleyways. We're just lookin' out for those who need it." He stood proudly on the edge of the roof, as if the city before him was his domain, his territory to protect and sustain. His city.

"Wow..." was all Firefly could respond with, "That's just...amazing. I never thought you guys were that... moral." She felt ashamed she ever doubted their intentions. The ponies who attacked her in the forest were nothing like these ponies. The allies she had thought so badly of were not what they appeared to be on the surface. They weren't thieves, they were heroes.

"Heh, well. Honesty runs in the family." Cortland said before turning to his fellow thieves. "But enough'a that, you filled yer end of tha bargain, and then some. Now it's time for me tah fill my end." He nodded to one of his subordinates, and the pegasus nodded back, unfurling his wings and approaching Firefly. "Go easy on 'er Swift; she's probably not used tah flyin'." Firefly had almost forgotten about her mission after so long. It was time for her to finally take her revenge, and after hearing Cortland's story, she wished for the corrupt politician to pay now more than ever. As the pegasus Firefly remembered from the hanging as Swift Skies grabbed hold of her, Cortland took out a small green tube. It was decorated with an intricate pattern, and had a string tied to one end.

"What's that?" Firefly asked curiously.

"A gift from a friend." Cortland replied with a sly look. He pointed the tube skyward and pulled on the string.

A loud "pop" rang out, hurting Firefly's ears from its close range and un-expectance. A small ball of burning material shot up instantly, and after a few moments, a brilliant explosion spawned multiple globes of green light that floated slowly downward. All along the horizon of the city, more pops were heard, as multiple other pyro technics exploded in the sky and bathed the city in a mystical green glow. The colorful bursts were visible for miles, and lingered in the air for about a minute before sluggishly fading away. This was no doubt the signal that would alert thieves all around the city to distract the guards. Even now, Firefly could almost hear faint sounds of steel clashing and guards shouting.

"Good luck assassin, ya gonna need it." Cortland said confidently.

"Don't worry, I'll get this done. For the brotherhood." Firefly responded.

"Oh please, do ya really expect me tah believe yer doin this on Master's orders?" Cortland said. Firefly almost yelped from the surprise of being exposed.

"Wha...what are you talking-"

"Now ah may be young, but ah wasn't born yesterday. I've been in this business long enough to know ol' Steelwing would never send a rookie on a high-level assassination mission for her fist run." Cortland said laughing. He placed his hoof on Firefly's shoulder and gave a more compassionate face. "Look, ah don't know why yer doin' this, but ah trust ya have yer reasons, and ah'm not gonna hold ya back. Make sure ya give 'em an extra kick in the flank for me, ya hear?" Firefly was frankly stunned. How long had he known? Did he ever believe her story? Regardless, she eventually returned his smirk and nodded.

"I'll make sure of it." she assured. Cortland returned her nod.

"Give 'em hell pardner." With that, Swift began to beat his wings up and down repeatedly. The extra weight caused the pair to have a very slow acceleration, but eventually, they took the skies high above. With a large flap, the pegasai caught a gust of wind and soared away, their path headed for the all but impenetrable Gold family's stronghold. Tonight, the fortress would finally be infiltrated.

Chapter 14

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 14

The air was rushing around the two as Firefly and Swift soared over the city of Canterlot. The feeling was invigorating, and Firefly was loving every second of it. She'd forgotten the feeling of flight, the wind in her face, the expansive land below her, the minuscule ponies walking below her. Out of sheer instinct, she spread her wings wide, if only to feel like she could fly. She wished Swift would live up to his name and fly a bit faster, as her cutie mark's thirst for speed soon recognized flight once again, and desired more. Of course, it was doubtful that Swift would actually be able to go much faster, given the extra weight he was carrying, but the sensation of soaring over the city was bittersweet none the less; she was loving ever second, but she realized it would soon end.

Sure enough, the Gold stronghold soon came into view above the surrounding spires and towers of the inferior buildings beside it. Notably less protection patrolled it now, only a few earth guards and virtually no pegasai.

"You ready?" Swift yelled over the sound of rushing wind.

"...Yeah!" Firefly shouted back. She didn't want the flight to end just yet, but she needed to keep her priorities straight. The mission was her focus, it had to be.

Swift made one last dive toward the building and headed for its center. The two were descending at a monstrous speed, simultaneously satisfying Firefly's longing for speed and almost giving her a heart attack. The winged thief shouted something over the wind that Firefly could only assume was "Good luck" and violently swung his trajectory upward into the sky, releasing the assassin and leaving her in a perfectly vertical free-fall. Extending her own wings, Firefly adjusted her angle of decent to the right, and entered enemy territory.

Below, a group of unicorn guards were patrolling the perimeter of the Gold Family's residence. None of the four stallions looked particularly interested in their duty, especially the one in the very back, who looked as if he was about to fall asleep mid-trot.

"Dear Celestia...what time is it?" He asked sleepily.

"Time fer you tah shut yer trap and stop whinin' like a little filly!" The patrol group's head snapped back at him. The sleepy guard proceeded to mumble something under his breath, but for the most part stayed quiet as he was demanded. Still, his undeniable fatigue caused him to lag behind the group by some distance.

A sudden noise caught his attention. The hay bale behind him shuddered as if something had moved inside it. Of course, that was impossible; They would have seen anypony sneaking around on their patrol. The only way somepony could have sneaked into the hay bale would be if they fell from the sky or something. Still, his paranoia got the better of him.

"Wait, I think...." The guard called out to his patrol group, but it was obvious they had no patience for him. He could only see their shadows moving away around the next corner. He paused, unsure what to do, before turning around and approaching the hay bale. He carefully leaned into it, looking through the stack to see if anything was visible inside.

A hoof shot out and grabbed the guard by his neck. A second hoof covered his mouth and pulled the surprised unicorn into the haystack. There was small sound like metal clicking into place, and then silence.

Firefly cautiously peeked her head above the surface of the haystack, scanning the surrounding environment for trouble. When she saw the coast was clear, she slowly walked out of the stack of hay, shaking of pieces of dead plant material as she did. It would be a while before anypony noticed the guard's body, but she still needed to hurry before another patrol group found her.

She looked around. The inside of the stronghold's walls were surprisingly busy. Small buildings outlined the corners, most likely servant homes and storage rooms, and a few windows actually protruded from the sides of the wall. These would make good holds to climb on, and the homes would provide platforms. Most importantly however, were the wooden posts extending to various parts of the complex. Firefly eyed them all gleefully, they would make maneuvering through the compound very easy, especially one in particular that extended from the far left corner all the way to the central tower itself.

She took no more time for scouting, now was the time for action, and quick action at that. Firefly took off on a running start and used the momentum to propel herself up the wall of one of the servant homes before grabbing onto its higher sections. She carefully but steadily took hold of the wall and began to climb. Cracks, dents, misplaced bricks, anything Firefly could get a hold of she griped and pulled herself up with. Climbing seemingly flat surfaces was nothing new.

Not a moment after she lifted herself up to the roof, the second patrol group came trotting slowly around the corner. The four unicorn stallions did not appear to suspect anything amiss. Firefly had officially done what was apparently impossible; she was now hidden inside the Gold family's stronghold. The vengeance she desired so much would soon be hers. What would happen? Would the wretch regret his choices? Would he try to justify them? Would he even remember who she was? The internal questions only served to fuel her will to succeed. She turned to the wall beside her and resumed her accent.

The guard swung his heavy sword down on the pegasus behind her back. Before the weapon could impact however, she ducked to the side and avoided any injury. Whether the evasion was due to the assassin's honed skills, her acute perception, or just dumb luck, she managed to spin behind the brute as he strained to lift his weapon and slashed at his back hooves, piercing him through the chest as he fell to the ground afterwards.

A stunned silence followed the encounter, as if Firefly expected another guard to attack her. Once it became clear that one would not, she re-gained her composure and sheathed her sword. The roof of the building, like the surrounding ground, was not heavily patrolled. The three guards Firefly just dispatched seemed to be the only ones in sight. Resistance to her presence had been dealt with, and it seemed as though she could finally get inside the building.

As she turned to leave, a thought struck her. She returned to the corpses and began patting them down. Sure enough, she soon found a total of about 35 bits inside the deceased guards' coin purses. Thinking of Cortland and his thieves, she pocketed the money and decided to put it toward good use. She then resumed her exit and walked away. All that was left now was to find a way in.

Alas, her salvation came in the glowing form of an open window. Practically begging to be entered, Firefly leaped through the portal without a second thought, and soon found herself in the rafters above a stunning indoor garden. Mystical torches burned all around the room, glowing a bright white light that didn’t seem to ignite the surrounding foliage despite its fiery appearance. Colorful flowers and blossoms bloomed in every direction, and a few birds and butterflies had seemed to make the artificial Eden their home. Though the cold wind outside suggested late fall, the warmth and splendor of the garden gave Firefly the impression that it was surely spring time. Her thoughts went back to Posey; the earth pony would have loved this room, despite its Templar owners.

A noise clattered at one side of the room. Firefly instinctively hid, before realizing that the shadows of the ceiling and her high position were more than enough camouflage to mask her presence. The door swung open, and walking into the room was none other than Gilded Sword, along with his brother Golden Shield and two lance wielding guards. Even in the safety of his home, the unicorn was still too hard to reach. Firefly had to restrain herself from pouncing on the noble from her perch, but managed to keep her ambiguity intact.

The two bureaucrats began slowly walking down the garden path, carrying on a previous argument as they did.

"I swear brother, at times it seems like you aren't thinking at all." Gilded Sword spewed with an aristocratic and sarcastic tone. "You are an excellent strategist, how can you not see the tactical potential in Canterlot?"

"This is about more than mere strategy brother, this is about morals!" Golden Shield replied, his tone a more aged and stressed accentus.

"Pfft, morals." Sword replied with a scoff. "What you speak of is not morals brother, but foalishness! The real moral thing to do would be to help ensure a brilliant future for ponykind! Is that not a noble goal, to help create a better future?"

"But this is not the way to do it!" Shield said back. "I want nothing more than that of which you speak Sword, but there are other ways of attaining this goal. You speak of treachery and blasphemy!"

The statement impacted Firefly. Half of her was burning in rage at the affirmation of her suspicions. Gilded Sword and the other Flames of the Sun wanted to control the government themselves, and rule how they saw fit. However, part of Firefly was also somewhat shocked and surprised. Gilded Sword was already a huge political figure, and could graft his political power without the slightest consequence, and yet he still aspired for control? What more could he do? How much more authority could he attain? What did he actually plan on achieving to gain complete control of Canterlot?

Gilded Sword stopped walking. He abandoned his sarcasm; the tactic obviously did not persuade his brother. "Please brother, you have to find a way to see the light in our efforts! We can change things for the better, all we need to do is try! Why, we just got a report this morning that suggests we may be close to locating The Globe of Elation in Trottingham!"

"No, I'm sorry Sword, but I can't go on living like this." Shield stated firmly. "I have to tell the public, this can't be the way things change, it will only turn bad for us later on." He turned away and trotted to the room's exit with a quicker walking pace.

"Brother please!" Sword cried out behind him, but it was too late. The doors slammed shut behind the Templar strategist. His disheartened brother let out a sigh of despair. He glanced shortly at the beautiful flora that surrounded him, attempting to lighten his mood presumably, but failing in doing so. "I can't believe it's come to this. My own brother abandons me." he said to himself. Exhaling once more, he continued down the path toward the door.

Firefly followed him along the rafters, still trying to process all that had just been said. It was now obvious that Gilded Sword wanted power, but it seemed that it wasn't limited to political influence. Whatever the wealthy aristocrat was aiming to do, it was enough to lose the affinity of is best tactician and own family. What could be so immoral about his plot, and how could it be so easily justified by attempting to sooth the burdens of future generations? Could something that sounded so beneficial be so corrupt?

And then, there was a particular detail that stuck out to Firefly; the supposed "Globe of Elation". Whatever it was, it was instrumental to the Templar's plot. Perhaps, after this business was over, Firefly would go to Trottingham. Something this important had to be powerful, and therefore dangerous in the wrong hands. She couldn't allow someone like Gilded Sword to obtain it, no matter what.

It could have been a few minutes, maybe an hour or two, but for Firefly, it felt as though she had been stalking her target from the shadows of the ceiling for ages. The two lance holding guards, who Firefly mentally dubbed "Seekers"due to their habit of stabbing lances into hay bales and flower piles in search of stowaways, had shadowed the politician where ever he went in the castle. She had waited through task, after task, after mediocre task of Sword's duties, just waiting for an opportunity to strike unnoticed. Even worse, through the entire timespan of observing the Templar write documents, talk to officials, order servants, and other such things, not one thing was revealed to her that could possibly prove useful. Needless to say, though Firefly's fiery thirst for retribution had not burnt out completely, the flame had definitely weakened a bit.

Currently, she was watching the bureaucrat enter the Gold family's dining area. The long table, despite seating dozens, was totally empty. If she had to guess, Firefly would have predicted that Gilded Sword and his brother would be dinning alone.

"That should be enough for today, you are both dismissed." All at once, the ears of both Seeker guards and Firefly perked up to attention. Hiding smiles of relief, the two guards calmly made the way to of the room, leaving the unicorn completely alone. At last, it seemed that Firefly's long awaited punishment would be given. Her late parents would finally be given peace.

The aristocrat took a seat at the table's head. Already laid out on the surface was a neat arrangement of plates and cups, a layout for two. The main course was some sort of marinated grass topped with an indiscriminate dressing and with a side of fresh daisies. The smell wafted up from the display, reminding Firefly just how hungry she was. The meal would provide a perfect distraction, as long as she could strike before Golden Shield arrived, she could-

"I'm sorry that it came to this..." The unicorn suddenly said aloud.

Firefly could swear her blood froze with fear at that moment. No one else was in the room but her, who could the Templar be addressing? Surely he wasn't aware of her, was he?

"I desperately wish I could have convinced you. Maybe if I had tried harder, maybe, but it's too late now." Gilded Sword reached into a pocket on his red coat and pulled out a tiny green vial. He turned it over, looking at it from every angle, as if the pony he was conversing with was within the vial's contents. "I simply cannot allow you to reveal everything we've worked for; I must do this...for the good of all ponykind."

Firefly's mouth fell open as she witnessed the aristocrat open the small vessel and pour a clear liquid into his drinking cup. He lifted the glass, made a melancholy expression, and switched it with the glass of the dinning set up adjacent to his.

Once again, anger welled up inside Firefly, giving her the urgent desire to distribute punishment. If she understood what she was seeing correctly, the corrupt politician had just poisoned his own brothers drink. He was committing murder for personal gain once again, and his own family none the less! All the worse, from how empty she had seen the Gold residence, the victim was possibly his only family left that was still alive. Of all the ponies she'd met in her short experience in being an assassin, this was the most despicable stallion she'd ever seen, and this crime made it all the more difficult to stop herself from descending onto him from above and giving him the retribution her deserved.

The doors of the dining hall opened, and as if called by his own death, Golden Shield entered the room. He shut the doors behind him, once again isolating the room, now to him and his brother. Sitting down at the table and remaining silent, he closed his eyes and gave a short prayer to the meal, then began eating. All the while, Gilded Sword stared at his brother, his stoic face betraying his previous actions.

"Have you re-considered brother?" He finally asked. Shield was mid-chew and did not answer immediately, but soon enough swallowed and responded.

"It's something I must do. I'm sorry, I realize how convinced you are in your actions and what you see as their beneficial results, but this is just not right Sword. We can't deceive so many people at once, even if it does benefit them." He reached for his cup and lifted it to his face. "Tommorow I will call a meeting of the Solar and Lunar Courts. I will explain what we've been doing, and what we expected to occur. I trust our peers will forgive us when we reveal our motives."

Gilded Sword took a large breath. It seemed he had given up on persuading his brother, and decided to allow his fate to pass.

"Well then." Gilded Sword said, lifting his own glass in toast. "I wish only the best for you, for both of us." The two drank from their glasses in unison.

Firefly was leaning over the edge now. Her rage was uncontrollable, almost feral now. She didn't dare reveal herself now, but she could not calmly watch this abominable injustice pass before her. Her self restraint was at its peak now, all she wanted to do was drop down onto the table and...

A sudden shift in balance caught Firefly off guard. Caught up in the emotion of her internal tirade, she'd leaned too far over the edge of the rafter, and found the muscles in her forelegs were no longer able to sustain her weight in such a skewed position. With no surface to land on, she found herself falling off the rafter and onto the floor below, making a rather loud crash.

She wearily got up off of the floor, rubbing her head. The impact had not been very comfortable, but luckily she had no major injuries. The far more pressing concern was the two unicorn nobles that were now staring at her as if she'd just fallen from the sky and through their ceiling, which for all they knew, she might have. An awkward pause followed for a moment, filled only by the silence of the three ponies staring at each other in shock. It was as if father time himself had stopped moving, for fear of breaking the silence with his footsteps.

Finally, Firefly found her voice, and her conscience returned to her with it's pleas for justice

"You!" she said, pointing an eccentric hoof at Golden Shield. "You're in danger! This bastardo poisoned that drink!"

Shield still seemed lost in confusion. His eyes quickly darted to his brother, then to his cup, and back to the peculiar pegasus in front of him. At first, his face was one of disbelief, like he though the unexpected visitor to be insane. However, as if on a verbal cue, his face dropped in realization as a tinge of pain flashed in his eyes. The poison had begun taking its effect, he could feel it strongly now. He directed his expression of absolute dread toward his brother, looking afraid to be near the unicorn.

"You...didn't...but you did! How...why...." he erupted into a violent fit of coughing, his body trying its hardest to expel the liquid saboteur.

"I...had to brother. I cannot allow everything we've done to be ruined by anypony, even you." His face still hid any traces of compassion or pity he might have had, but deep inside, Firefly could sense a glimmer of guilt.

Golden Shield's coughs grew louder, more scratchy. He spit, his saliva staining the floor bright crimson with blood. His fearful eyes moved all across the room, but eventually focused in the Firefly's direction.

"You...Assassin! You m-must...the Globe...fi-find...The pieces...." His voice shuddered, struggling to hold together. Finally his strength failed him, and he collapsed on the floor, blood sputtering from his mouth as his body convulsed in pain.

The dying pony's gaze was painful even to receive, but Firefly took the words to heart none the less. Still, the scene was horrible, Firefly couldn't stand it. For a moment, her consciousness almost seemed to give up the body to Rainbow Dash, but her mind was none the more willing to be near the frightening display.

"Guards! Guards! An assassin has killed my brother!" Firefly recognized the shouts immediately, and to her further surprise, she found that The dinning hall's doors now swung open, and the steady beat of running hooves could be heard in the hallway. The Templar had escaped.

"...Eden...."With a last, pitiful breath, Golden Shield finally passed from the mortal world. He lay on the floor, the front of his coat drenched red. Firefly couldn't leave him like this, the unicorn had begun to see the light and turn away from his evil, only to be stabbed in the back by his own kin. The circumstance was depressing just to think of. Firefly quickly made her way over to the pony, laid his body in a more dignified position, and gently pulled his eyelids closed, making his eternal rest seem a bit more comfortable.

"Requiescat in pace." she whispered.

Not a moment left to loose, with the sound of metal clanging now audible and nearing the dining hall, she pulled up her hood and made a swift sprint for the window.

Firefly was backed into a corner, three guards now focused on her position. The one in the center, a particularly angry looking Seeker, seems poised to skewer her through the front at any second.

The assassin's creed was held sacred among the brotherhood, and it was now especially that Firefly realized just how important "hiding in the dark to serve the light" was. As soon as the call went out that an assassin had infiltrated the Gold stronghold and killed Golden Shield, nearly every guard within a mile's radius pooled back to their normal positions, even exceeding the normal amount of guards present at the Gold residence. Firefly had used all her medicines, smoke bombs, and other assassin tricks to escape the Templar headquarters, and still found herself deeply wounded and surrounded by enemies.

Still, she would not die so easily. As the Seeker thrusted his weapon forward, Dash felt the same feeling of blind action she'd experienced at her cloud home back in Ponyvile now overtake Firefly, filling her with energy, sharpening her senses, and accelerating her mind to process battle at sonic-rainboom speeds. Firefly expertly deflected the lance, using the edge of her hidden blade to circle the point away from her body as it approached her. Not only that, but she managed to retract the blade and let part of the lance fall into her own hoof, pulling the weapon away from it's owner and using it to trip all three guards in front of her. She leapt over the three, kicking of the back of another guard and knocking him to the floor. With the path ahead of her clear, she made her escape.

A sword flew in her direction, but she battered it with the front of her brace and executed it's wielder. More swords, axes, maces, all sorts of weaponry came in Firefly's direction. It was hard to even see who was attacking at times, how many there were, or where they came from, but none of that even mattered. The instincts that drove both Rainbow Dash and her ancestor ignited, and she quickly, efficiently, and expertly subdued anything that came her way. Her movements were unnatural, alien, but also very graceful. It was like a strange dance, the way she would bring her hoof up to somepony's chin, then spin around to block the sword of the guard behind her. It was like nothing Dash had ever seen before.

Currently, Dash watched as Firefly jumped onto a lone guard. The momentum pushed him to the stone floor, and Firefly to sit on his chest. She reared her hoof back and extended her blade, reading the kill. Just as she did, a voice arose over the sound of battle.

"Hey! Firefly!"

She turned her head, her hoof still ready to strike, and saw a yellow earth pony standing on the outer wall above her.

"Cortland!" she exclaimed. Completely forgetting the guard in front of her (whom had been knocked unconscious by the fall anyway), she turned and ran eagerly to the wall's base to greet her friend.

"What are you doing here?" she called to him from below.

"Well, ah got tah thinkin; after all Miss Firefly did for us 'dirty thieves', it wouldn't be very nice of us tah just drop her inta the fryin' pan and let 'er claw her own way out, so once we made sure you were in, ah rallied up somma the boys and threw together another little...diversion tah help you get out easier!" He directed his sights toward the front gate, and by following his line of vision Firefly could see her short-notice rescue party.

Sure enough, a bit more than just "somma the boys" were charging a full frontal assault on the stronghold's front entrance. The scattered collection of street riffraff and alley rats were attacking the well armored and well equipped guards with whatever weapons they could gather, and faring quite well to Firefly's surprise. The poverty-class militia made up for their lack of protection and arsenal with superior aspects of speed and agility, avoiding more attacks than they actually dealt. Still, while the fatalities they were achieving were minimal, the battle provided a perfect gateway for Firefly's departure.

"Come on!" Cortland yelled playfully. "Race you to The Apple Core!" With that, he took off. Firefly followed not far behind, maneuvering around swinging steel and clashing hoofs. The world around her was convulsing with battle, but for a brief moment, running alongside the earth pony in playful sport, Firefly felt her old life again. However, it wasn't in sad remembrance like before, but a strange feeling of excitement as the simple joys of her past fit into the chaotic environment of her present. What had been done was over, there was nothing she could do about it. She was an assassin now, so she might as well enjoy it.

The silhouettes of two ponies sat alone on the roof of the infamous Apple Core tavern. After all of the night’s excitement, it seemed that both Cortland and Firefly felt it best to get lost in the beauty of Canterlot once again. It was a much different scene now, the Gold family residence was still loud with the sounds of continued battle, and quite a few fires had started in the confusion, but still, the disorderly scene held a sort of strange, disfigured beauty that both ponies found relaxing.

"...I failed." Firefly said softly. It had been the first words spoken since their encounter at the stronghold. Cortland didn't respond, or seem to react at all even. He just kept smiling, maybe even a bit wider than before.

"Yeah, ah figured." he said finally. It was a simple response, and sounded very much inappropriate, but for some reason the stallion's charm made it seem perfectly normal.

"I didn't manage to kill Gilded Sword, I came all this way to get revenge, and I couldn't do it," Firefly reconfirmed. "But you know what?..." she paused, as if expecting a response. "It doesn't matter to me anymore. After all this time, I think I've finally realized what being an Assassin means. It's not about getting revenge, or what you want, it's about a different kind of justice. It's about helping the little guy, it's about showing compassion when nopony else does. It's about making sure that eveypony, even the lowest of the low, get what they deserve, and that nopony gets taken advantage of. "

"'Work in the dark to serve the light.'" Cortland quoted. "So, do yah still need tah go out an make Gilded Sword pay then?" Cortland asked, turning away from the cityscape to look Firefly in the eyes.

"No." she responded simply.

"Well shoot, ah guess ya learned somethin' after all!" Cortland's mouth didn't move. The accent was familiar, but it was not his voice that said it. Firefly turned around to see a third figure on the roof along with them. She was standing tall, with a proud look on her face.

"Applejack!" Firefly said, shocked at her presence. "What are you...." She trailed off, aware of a growing snicker coming from the stallion beside her.

"Ah'm sorry, this is just too perfect." he chuckled.

"Do ya remember the story ah told yah back in Lunagrad Firefly?" Applejack said, finding a seat on the roof's edge beside the two others. "'bout how ah was in the same place as you, family murdered and the killer got away. Ah can tell yah, ain't nothing more ah wanted than tah give that sonuva-mule a good beatdown, but you know what?"

"You didn't get to." Firefly finished.

"And?" Applejack hinted.

"And...it was okay. Because you had a new family now." The uncanny resemblance to their situations now became clear. Applejack nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right. Ah wasn't lyin' when ah said you're family now, and families don't run on hatred and grudges. Ah sent ya here in hopes ya would figure that out, and by the looks of it, yah did." It all became clear now, the reason Applejack switched missions, the reason Cortland didn't believe her story, and the reason he helped her out anyway. Applejack had set up the entire trip to Canterlot in hopes Firefly would find out what her creed meant. Like the thief she was, she had deceived, cheated, and taken advantage of Firefly to get what she wanted, and Firefly couldn't be more grateful.

She wrapped her hoof around Applejack and pulled the orange earth pony in closer.

"Thanks Applejack." Firefly said, tightening her embrace. Sure enough, the thief soon returned the hug, feelings of mutual gratitude and trust now flowing through their hooves and into each other.

"Aww shucks, ain't this a tear jerker." Cortland said jokingly. Applejack gave him a condescending look and reached over to him as well.

"You get in here cuz." she said, dragging him into the group hug. Despite a brief moment of resistance, Cortland did not seem too off put by the hug either and soon shared the gesture with the two mares.

After a short amount more of affection, the three ponies unanimously decided to separate, and discuss other matters.

"Welp," Applejack began. "Ah reckon we should probably get back tah Lunagrad. Need tah report tah Steelwing and all that, maybe he won't-"

"No." Firefly interrupted. Applejack chocked on the words she was prepared to say next.

"What was that sugarcube?"

"I can't go back to Lunagrad, not yet." Firefly's expression was grim. "There's something else I discovered in there." Applejack seemed sincerely intrested, and leaned in closer, as did Cortland to a lesser extent. "The Templars are planning something...something big. I don't know what it is, but I do know I have to go to Trottingham and find something called 'The Globe of Elation'" Both of the Apple family thieves seemed puzzled greatly by the vague importance the pegasus placed on the even more vague treasure.

"Well, why do yah suppose it's so important?" Cortland said curiously.

"I have no clue, but I just...feel that it's really special." For no particular reason, Firefly turned her gaze skyward, once again looking above to the moon for comfort. It almost seemed to Dash that Firefly knew Luna was watching, even if indirectly and from the future. This particular night was perfect for star gazing; it was mostly cloudless and the moon was full and shinning bright, it's surface surprisingly pristine.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Firefly said quietly.

Chapter 16

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 16

The inside of the League of Pegasai was even more stunning than the exterior. Firefly found herself looking around at all the ponies in the building, busily scurrying around every which way, rushing to get things done. The lobby had a high ceiling, domed at the top and decorated with fractal patterns. The second floor of the building was stretched along the side and back walls of the room in a "U" shaped balcony. Stone pillars held up the ponies running along those balconies, and extended past them to reach the ceiling. Stairs leading upward were located at the very back corners of the room, and sloped down a bit to drop off in front of a large open doorway leading outside.

"Nice huh?" Surprise said in light of Firefly's marveled expression. Firefly didn't look away to respond.

"Yeah, it's-"

"Dear Celestia Surprise, who did you drag in here now?"

Firefly took her eyes off the architecture of the building momentarily to find the source of the rather annoyed voice. A light beige stallion with deep brown spots approached the stop where the two pegasai stood. His ruffled brown mane and tail were cut quite short, and he wore a bright red bandana around his neck over his greyed blue leather armor. A curved silver sword hung by his side, free of any sheathe.

"Oh, don't worry Pip, she's an assassin too!" Surprise said, pulling the two closer to distribute introductions. "This is Firefly, she's looking for something important in the city and needs some help."

"Um, hi?" Firefly as she held out a hoof. The way Surprise unexpectedly pushed them together made her a bit nervous. The stallion shook her hoof lightly and gave a half-bow, the best he could do in the small space between them.

"Charmed," he said. “The name's Pippin, but everypony usually calls me 'Pip' for short."

"Or Pipsqueak!" Surprise added, releasing the two. Pippin rolled his eyes.

"Maybe if I was still a little colt." he said blandly. "Anyway, you'll have to excuse my former rudeness: Surprise has a bad habit of meeting new 'friends' and bringing them all to our base. It's not exactly a security asset." He gave the white pegasus a disapproving look, only to receive a bright smile from the pony in return. "But, it you're and assassin," he said, returning his focus to Firefly. "Then you will always be welcome here. We mercenaries are very rooted in the Brotherhood's actions, and most of us are assassins ourselves." He emphasized by lifting his hoof and exposing his own proof of membership.

"That's great to hear." Firefly replied. It seemed very likely that the League of Pegasai would be her temporary home in Trottingham.

"Now that that’s out of the way, you really need to see the dining hall; it's just perfect for parties!" Surprise suddenly shouted in Firefly’s ear.

"Yes, that's a good idea, how about a tour then Miss Firefly?" Pip offered, extending his hoof toward the League's deeper interior.

"So, here we have the training grounds..." Pip announced as the trio entered the sunlight of the outside. The back area of the League was little more than a sunbaked dirt patch, lined with straw-ponies and wooden bulls-eyes. It reminded Firefly of the training area of Lunagrad, and it even had the same wood and straw dummies to practice attacking on. She could see a group of various earth ponies and pegasai lined up in front of a row of dummies, with one pony standing perpendicular to them all. On his command, the row of mercenaries ran forward and stabbed their weapons into the dummies necks simultaneously.

"As you can see, the League of Pegasai's name is more traditional than anything. In the time of the group's founding, pegasai were the only type of pony living in the region, but nowadays we accept anypony and everypony who's willing to join.” Pip explained.

The group moved back into the shade of the building. The room they were in now was a good bit quieter, and appeared to be a study. A bookcase took up the entirety of the left wall, overflowing with old books and writings. On the right wall, a humongous map was pinned, showing a yellowed sketch of Equestria, whose accuracy seemed questionable. A table was placed in the center of the room, upon which two ponies were currently discussing something written in a book, pointing to certain sentences on occasion and stroking their chins in deep thought.

"Here we have our tactical center, where we plan out attacks and organize battle plans. Most of our older, less agile members assist the League by employing their knowledge here." Pip continued. "Under here we have our arsenal, stocked with piles and piles of weapons, arcane aids, and firearms, and upstairs are the official offices. Maybe, if you're lucky, later I can show you our postal system there. Quite amazing actually, we've trained a few baby dragons to send and receive scrolls through magical fire! Never seen anything like it, and I…."

Firefly looked around at the scale of the building as Pip went on. It was truly amazing in its size, nowhere near the magnitude of the surrounding buildings of course, after all it seemed like the building was converted from a small villa, but still quite expansive for an assassin's budget.

"Quite the place you got here," Firefly voiced her thoughts. "How can the city even allow this here?"

"Well, like most assassin headquarters, we're not openly supported by the Brotherhood, and if anyone were to ask an official, the League of Pegasai serves as Trottingham's militia force, protecting the city from our neighboring regions should anything attack." Pip responded.

"What kind of attacks?"

"Griffons mostly. Some of their rogue fighting forces tend to get hungry for territory, and we're the closest city to their southern border." Pip said in a factual manner, unexcited by the thought of the no doubt normal occurrence. "Still, we have to be prepared for anything else, this city needs somepony to protect it, and Celestia knows the unicorns won’t do it."

Pip led the group through one last doorway and back into the lobby where they'd started. He stopped and turned to face Firefly and Surprise once more.

"Well, that's that then! Hoped you enjoyed the tour Firefly. Remember that we'll always be here if you need help in Trottingham."

"Thanks." Firefly said, nodding in gratuity. "There's really just one more thing I'd like to ask before I can go." she said.

"Ask away, I'll try my best to help you out." Pip responded.

"I've been looking for something really important here in Trottingham, I’m not sure where it might be, or where to find out." Realizing the sensitivity of her topic matter, Firefly quickly looked over her shoulder for any eavesdroppers. She motioned with her hoof and pulled the group a bit closer, lowering her voice to just above a whisper. "Have either of you ever heard of something called 'The Globe of Elation'?" Firefly breathed. Pip gave a moment of thought, then shook his head.

"Can't say I've ever heard the term, no. You Surprise?" he said, turning his head to the white pegasus.

"Nope! What is it? Some sort of candy?" she said obliviously.

"I'm still not sure what it is, I just know all the Templars entering the city are looking for it. It's got to be really important." Firefly said, trying to sound a serious as possible without sounding too grim or alerting.

"Well, if I were you, I'd try the east gates, there's supposed to be a Templar official arriving there today." Pip commented.

Firefly mentally shrugged. The lead wasn't the best she had wanted, but at least now she knew somewhere to look. It was better than nothing after all, and on the plus side, she now had a great amount of allies in this new city.

“Okay then, I guess I’ll be going.” Firefly stepped toward the door, further indicating her departure. Her two new friends said their goodbyes and the pink pegasus exited the building. No sooner had she left the League did she take off into a sprint, pushing herself up the side of an adjacent building and rushing off toward the city gates. With a bit of luck, her journey's destination would become clearer there.

"Move aside!"

The shout was impossible to attribute to a specific guard in the frenzy that encompassed the street, but it was repeated often enough that in theory, every guard had said it at some point. The golden clad unicorns and earth ponies that populated most of the city guard's ranks pushed and shoved aggressively, shoving pedestrians to the sides to make way for a carriage that was pulling through Trottingham's gates. Another, much smaller carriage also trudged along the road, toward the approaching vehicle and through the poor ponies being moved out of the way. The smaller vessel stopped a few meters away from the now cleared area where presumably the larger one was to park. All the while, the streets grew more and more congested as plebeians were forced out of sight.

Firefly watched the scene unfold from above, all four of her hooves perching her weight upon a thin stone battlement. Her hood cloaked the upper half of her face in a shroud of darkness, and her white garments gave her the appearance of some sort of vengeful angel, preparing to strike justice into the ponies below. She had no doubts that this was the Templar arrival that Pip had mentioned. Only a unicorn noble could afford to travel being pulled by other ponies. Not only that, but the stallions pulling the cart bore the sapphire encrusted insignia of Canterlot, the Templar capital of Equestria. Whoever this pony was, he was very important.

A light blue, and quite overweight, unicorn carefully lowered himself down from the smaller carriage, and began to slowly but surely trudge his way over to the arriving party. The fat pony was an obvious glutton; his chubby cheeks exposing his love for foods while his posh clothing exposing his love for material possessions as well. He didn't seem too diabolical, but he didn't exactly appear kindly either. If Firefly had to describe him in one word, he looked...tired…all the time.

As he approached the now halted carriage, his guest opened the door and stepped out to meet him in the cleared street. He was an elderly unicorn, chocolate colored coat and greying brown mane with numerous wrinkles and bags surrounding his eyes. He wore a more modest form of apparel, but still appeared richer than the average pony. He also moved with a slow pace out of his seat, but more out of age than weight. In fact, if one paid enough attention, they could see that the old stallion moved faster than his thicker companion.

The two greeted eachother and began to converse below. Their mumble was inaudible from Firefly's distance, so she began to scan the street for somewhere closer to hide. Luckily, a conveniently placed stack of barrels was positioned at the mouth of the alleyway adjacent to her. Firefly jumped across into the gap, rolling forward upon landing to reduce any damage caused by the un-cushioned decent. She lowered her body the ground as she slowly pushed against the barrels, allowing a little bit of her head to be exposed as she eavesdropped.

"...a pleasure to have you here." The blue noble said with an enthusiastic hoof shake. "It's always nice to have a Canterlot pony such as yourself visit our humble city."

The elder pony did not seem very delighted by the gesture, but to his credit, the obese pony's "warm welcome" was almost scalding. He opened his mouth to speak, but broke into a dry, rasping choke. It wasn't anything serious by the way he shrugged it off, but the other pony suddenly looked like he was ready to summon every last doctor in the streets of Trottingham.

"Yes, thank you for your generous hospitality." The older pony replied, clearing his throat to expel the last of his cough. "It's been a long journey here, and it's nice to finally get out of that little old carriage." He shot a look of contempt at the transport, as if to persuade it to do its job better.

"But, I digress," he said turning back. "How are the search efforts coming along?"

Firefly's ear shot up in response to the trigger topic.

The Trottingham native looked around feverishly, as if suddenly afraid of some unseen entity. "Tell you here? But…what if somepony were to hear...." Firefly barely caught sound of the paranoid unicorn's whisper.

"Oh, who in Celestia's name is around to hear us?" The Canterlot pony shook his head in disapproval.

"…Y-Yes, of course, silly me." The blue pony said, averting his eyes in shame. Still, his fear of the subject’s sensitivity showed through as he lifted a hoof to his face and wiped beads of sweat from his brow. "Well, um, the investigation is not fruitful I'm afraid. We've been searching all the rumored places vigorously and running full sweeps of the city nightly, but we have yet to find anything significant."

Firefly's thoughts went back to Trottingham tower and the guards she saw "searching vigorously" there. Some investigation that was.

The elder sighed. "Well...nothing we can do I suppose. The good news is I have some new information for you that might help your search. The scroll is inside, wait here." The brown stallion turned to the carriage behind him and shouted. "Dear, when you climb out of the carriage, could you bring the scroll we received from Mr. Gold?" A mare's voice called back from inside to confirm. Not long after, a smaller pony came down from the vehicle, a bound scroll being held in front of her by her magical grasp. A more modest brown cloak and hood protected her from the winter cold as opposed to her master's and his associate's lavish dressings. "You've yet to meet my assistant, correct?" The noble asked as the mare came to his side.

"Another Templar?" Firefly thought to herself, eyes locked on the new target. From what it sounded like, these two had received direct orders from Gilded Sword himself. Not only that, but they had information on the location of the Globe.

Firefly began to formulate schemes in her head, listing off different ways she could take the scroll. She could pickpocket the assistant while passing by, but the guards were unlikely to let the group travel unprotected or allow her to get that close. She could try to follow them to their staying and take the scroll when they leave it, but considering that her past attempt at infiltration had resulted in a street riot, she wasn’t too eager to try that plan again. She could always take the brute force method: run up now when they were un aware, dispatch all three as quick as she could, and try her best to outrun the guards afterwards, but the idea of suddenly becoming Trottingham's most wanted did not appeal to her, among other issues with that particular proposed course of action. There had to be a way to obtain that scroll, but Firefly just couldn't see what....

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure, no." the chubby pony responded, taking a deep bow in the direction of the newcomer. “Chancellor Jolly Puddinghead III.” He stated his name with a thick regal tone, trying as hard as he could to make a name like “Puddinghead” sound dignified. “And you are madam?” he asked.

The assistant bowed her head, giving a curtsey in return for the introduction. “Twinkle.” She said simply. As the mare lifted her head back up, her hood slipped off of her head and fell onto her back, revealing her pastel pink coat and royal violet, silver stripped mane.

“Twilight Twinkle.”

A loud noise suddenly directed all three official ponies’ attention to the alleyway a little bit away from them. A barrel had fallen from its stack with no clear impulse, and was now lazily rolling to the side wall before stopping in place. Dismissing the disturbance as the work of some sort of rodent or perhaps a draught, the three unicorns continued with their introductions.

Meanwhile, Firefly scrambled back into a sitting position behind the barrels, franticly but carefully peeking once again at the nobles conversing in the street. Luckily, the sound she’d accidently made did not seem to have blown her cover, but that was no consolation to Firefly’s speeding heart. The truth was, the sight of Twilight had most likely shocked her much more than her barrel slip-up had shocked them. Of all the ponies in equestria, of all the different assistants to Canterlot big-wigs, of all the book-crazy, studious, erudite unicorn mares that would have the pleasure to accompany their Templar masters to a faraway city in search of some ancient artifact being hunted by a dangerous assassin pegasus with a vengeance, the one that had to have come to Trottingham was Twilight Twinkle. Luna above, if karma had preferences, then she must have hated Firefly with enough malice to make a mare explode…twice.

“Yes, well…” the Chancellor said reluctantly. “You really must excuse me, but I would be so much more comfortable discussing this issue further in a less open area. How does my estate sound? Would you like to discuss these matters further over dinner?” The very mention of food only made the chancellor seem more anxious, though likely for a different reason. The elder rolled his eyes, but gave a sigh of submission.

“Fine, fine. If it means you won’t have to look over your shoulder every few seconds, we can surely continue this conversation elsewhere.”

“Oh, splendid! Yes, I’ll take the scroll and have it read completely by the time you arrive.” The ethereal glow enveloping the mysterious scroll changed from Twilights deep purple to a pale blue color as Chancellor Puddinghead took over control of the script and floated it into his pocket. “Now, let’s not stand around here all day, Trottingham awaits! Shall we?” The Chancellor began to trudge along the street with the older pony following close behind.

“Come along now Twilight.” He said simply as he fell in step with his guide.

“Um, right, coming!” She said simply, but lingered around for a moment before she went. Her eyes were drawn back to the alleyway and the barrel stack that stood there. Something struck her about it, as if part of her was having trouble believing the disturbance had been a result of gravity alone. Firefly stared back at her through the wooden cover, her body as still as a statue. Completely unknown to Twilight, the two ponies stared at each other for what seemed like hours.

Eventually the mare came back to reality and hurried along to follow her master down the road. Firefly didn’t wait for her to look back again and be discovered this time, she ran.

After a short amount of free running atop the cityscape of Trottingham, something alerting made Firefly slow her movement almost to a stop. Even from several yards away, she could tell something wasn't right at the League of Pegasai. As she approached the building from the city rooftops, she could see an abnormal about of pegasai flying in and out of its windows and doors, likely double the amount she'd seen before, and all moving at triple the speed. Her pace suddenly quickened at the sight of the panic, could this have somehow been her fault? Could the Templars have followed her from Canterlot and attacked the now revealed Assassin base? She dreaded the thought of having brought despair to the ponies who had given her such a generous and friendly welcome. Her hooves couldn't strike the ground level fast enough to calm her aching concern.

"Hi Firefly! Bye Firefly!"

A familiar sounding white and yellow burst of wind whizzed past her, almost knocking her off the rooftop. She looked up to see, as she suspected, Surprise flying away with the same quickness as the other winged assassins had. She directed her gaze downward to see Pip and a few other flightless fighters running through the streets in the same direction as their avian brothers.

"Hey! Pip!" Firefly shouted. The earth pony only had time to look up before the white hooded pony landed on the ground next to him, already running in full gallop alongside him.

"Firefly? Where did-"

"What's going on?" she cut him off.

"Big ambush on the northern front, a rather large group of griffons apparently. Must be our broke luck too, that happens to be our weakest point right now. They called for massive amounts of reinforcements, almost every able bodied mercenary in the League is headed that way." Pips words were spaced abnormally as he multi-tasked between explaining the situation to Firefly, and making sure he wasn’t running into anything.

"I can help!" she offered enthusiastically, eager to repay her gratuity in more than just mere thanks.

"Sure, we could always use an extra pair of hooves." Pip confirmed. "I'll have to warn you though; this is a battle, not an assassination. It'll be your sword against the enemy's, you won't have many chances to use that hidden blade of yours."

"Wanna bet?" Firefly retorted playfully. After all, she used the small knife for everything, even her sword fighting style was heavily dependent on using her hoof blade and brace to deflect, manipulate, and subdue enemy weaponry.

Pip returned the smirk with confidence.

"Well then Miss Firefly, welcome aboard the League of Pegasai."

Trottingham was a faraway town, which would explain its heavily trade influenced economy. It laid among an open, treeless field not far from the feet of the Rumian Mountain range that marked the natural border between the Divine Kingdom of Equestria, and the Imperial Region of Gryphus. Ever since their first encounter, the two neighboring nations have been at an uneasy coexistence. The griffon legions were ever so eager to attack the seemingly weak bodied ponies had it not been for their advanced magical advantages and divine leadership, and the ponies have always seen the griffons as brutish infidels who fail to properly worship their celestial goddesses. From disputes on religion, to territory, to natural superiority, their rivalry had never succumbed to a full forced war, but local military forces had clashed on more than one occasion.

Firefly could actually see the tips of the icy Rumian Mountains lurking in the hazy distance. The battlefront was far enough away from Trottingham to provide adequate buffer, but she could still see the city walls on the horizon behind her. Trottingham was astoundingly closer to the border than she'd previously thought.

All around her, the war camp bustled; what had been another plain and rolling field of wintery grass was now a fully operational pony establishment. Different types of tents were set up everywhere; large strategic centers, commanding offices, and medical stations, both of the magical and technical variety alike. Rows and rows of smaller housings for sleep and rest extended far over to her right, and a long line of carts and ponies rushed from the city to the camp to her left, with loads of weaponry, medicine, and other supplies streaming in as couriers flew to and fro as quick as any pegasus could fly.

"...Damn it all, this doesn't look good." Pip said as he surveyed the encampment. Wounded ponies were constantly being carried in and out of the medical tents, and shouts of despair and anger radiated from the tactical tents every so often. It was clear to any onlooker that the League of Pegasai was losing whatever battle was being fought.

A younger pony scuttled up to the new arrivals, a scroll rolled up in his mouth. He spit it out on the ground in front of Pip.

"A report sir!" the little one said, a hoof rising up to his forehead in salute. Pip nodded a thanks at the small messenger and he scrambled away again. With an air of dread, Pip unrolled the scroll and skimmed his eyes over its contents. His frown grew larger as he continued down the page.

"Ugh, bloody hell. The griffons are coming in from all sides. We have no idea what they're doing. Any scout we've sent out hasn't reported back, and a good many ground units have gone missing as well. Those damned bird-beasts have us stumbling around in the dark like a new-born foal with his eyes still shut." He rolled up the parchment, gave a heavy sigh, and tossed it over his shoulder.

Firefly looked for a way to lighten the mood. The situation looked bleak, and she desperately wanted to aid her allies in their time of need as they had to her. With every cry of pain that came from the medical tent, every shout of frustration she heard the leaders cry, her sympathy for her assassin kin grew stronger.

Suddenly, an idea formed in her mind.

"I know how I can help." She declared. Pip gave her a stressed look.

"Oh? And how?" he said. Firefly took a deep breath before continuing. What she was about to suggest was incredibly stupid, risky, and all around a bad idea, but she trusted herself enough to take the chance anyway.

"I can go in for you," she said plainly. "Or better yet, go under. I'll sneak my way over to the griffons' camp, find out what they're planning, free all their prisoners, and attack them from inside while you guys come in from the front."

Pip stared at Firefly in response, though not out of awe or amazement, but more out of confusion, as if she'd just suggested they walk over to the enemy wearing streamers and balloons and try to win them over with a party.

"That's...insane." Pip said frankly. "There's no way I'll let you do that, if the griffons find you out, they'll slaughter you and every one of our ponies they may have captive, and they won’t make it quick either."

"Just trust me, I can do this." Firefly persisted. She knew her life and the lives of others were at stake, but she believed her skills were honed enough to succeed.

"No, that's just not going to happen." Pip repeated. "I'm sorry Firefly, but I can't put lives at risk that easily. You'll have to help some other way."

"But if we just wait here, they'll kill us all anyway!" Firefly reasoned. "Lives are already at risk! And a lot more of them than in my plan!"

"My answer is no. End of discussion." Pip reiterated. In a substantially more stressed out state, he turned to walk away without a word.

A loud pop suddenly penetrated the air in the camp. Everypony who wasn't deaf or crying in pain stopped what they were doing instantly. Pip himself stood with one hoof held in the air, caught mid trot by the alerting noise.

"Enemies spotted!" A pegasai cried from his sky patrol above. "Griffon squadron

2 leagues away! Moving south toward current encampment!"

"All ponies to defensive positions!" Pip shouted without missing a beat. "Everypony move your flank to the north wall! Griffons are coming, let's get ready!"

Instantly, the base reacted. Patrol pegasai dropped to the ground, officers ran out of their tents like it was on fire, and sleeping soldier ponies woke up in a shock before grabbing a weapon and rushing to their call. The sounds of shifting metal filled the air as every able bodies being in the area prepared for war.

"Follow me." Pip told Firefly, somehow still calm and focused in the panic he had created with his orders.

In less than a minute, the base had been converted into a defensive stronghold. Lines of infantry stretched all around the front perimeter, braced to rush into the field of battle on command. Groups of pegasai crouched with their wings extended behind them, ready jump in air and soar into the sky above. Unicorns stood atop high towers with bows and arrows held in their magic grasp, ready to fire at whatever approached them. Firefly herself stood with Pip and a few other leaders, behind a good many infantry ponies but still very close to the front lines. Everypony was watching the northern horizon, anticipating the coming barrage of chimera-esque birds. The dead silence that surrounded the assassin army was like a border, waiting to be broken the moment the griffons entered their domain.

A spark in the distance finally broke the anticipation. Everypony watched as a barely visible dot in the horizon soared into the air and arched downward toward the field. Upon its landing, it could be identified as an arrow, embedded in the soft grass of the battlefield. However, as its glowing aura grew, it became obvious that the arrow was also tipped with a cloth sphere attached right below the tip, and was consumed by a small fire, growing larger in the presence of the flammable grass. Over the horizon, a wave of these arrows broke maximum altitude and headed to join their predecessor, threatening to consume the entire field in flame.

Not a moment too soon, a pegasai leader gave the command for take-off as the arrows fell. The front five pegasai units exploded into the air at deafening speeds, racing toward the oncoming arrows. Once high enough, the soldiers reached for a small paper charm from their equipment, tied it to an arrow of their own, and fired off into the cloud of enemy archery. Once in position, the pre-echanted pieces of paper on the arrows exploded in a ring of cyan and white light. From down below, Firefly felt a rush of cold air hit her face as the weakened blast reached her from the skies above. As she watched the other arrows combust in frozen explosion, she saw the griffons' now extinguished arrows embed themselves uselessly into the ground.

With the opening attack successfully countered, the griffon battle force finally arose over the horizon, charging toward the pony base like a coming armageadon. With a loud battle cry and command to advance, the League of Pegasai took off at full gallop to meet the attackers halfway. Firefly observed the enemy's shadowy outlines far off in the distance as she ran alongside her pony kin. The creatures’ forms were too far away to make out properly, but their amorphous and menacing silhouette was enough to convince the pegasus that these monsters meant business.

"Something's wrong." Pip suddenly uttered. Firefly jerked her head to face him. His alerted undertone blazoned itself clearly through his expression. "They should be taking to the air by now," he continued. "Griffons are creatures of the air; they aren't nearly as deadly on land as they are in the sky." Ironically, a few dark shadows did rise into the air as soon as Pip finished the remark, but Firefly could still see some base to Pip's suspicion; those few that did take off did so at random intervals, not organized in groups or reacting to a collective command, they just started flying at what Firefly could assume was their own willing. All the while, the distant figures of the Griffon front lines grew ever closer and clearer.

"Okay, they're within range." a pony with a telescope informed from behind her.

"Right," an officer replied, then turned his head to shout at the forces behind him in the towers.

"OPEN FIRE"

Firefly sensed the lighting behind her dim a bit as dozens of unicorns all dissipated their magic a once, unleashing a tidal wave of arrows over her head and into the front. As the command resonated through other officers to the rest of the field, more and more arrows joined in the thick cloud of death plummeting toward the enemy. The unicorns had not only arced their shots more carefully toward their target than the griffons had previously, but they'd also fire them in much greater number, accounting for any loss in accuracy they might have had. Anything standing under the shots when they landed would soon become little more than a pin cushion. Firefly almost felt the need to avert her eyes as she followed the projectiles' trajectory across the plain.

And then, it happened. Before any arrows could strike, before any being on the enemy side had fallen dead, an alien force stopped their flight midair. A wide, circular, and slightly concave blue shield materialized in front of the enemy troops and took the full abuse of the arrow's landing, dropping them uselessly to the ground. A second, violet shield spread across another part of the advance, as did a green one on the opposite side. The outline of the griffon's siege suddenly became a multi-chromatic wall of impenetrable energy.

"What in Celestia's name...." Pip's voice failed to sustain itself in his shock. "... 'the hell was that?" he finished after gulping down air as if the event had sucked the air from his lungs. Firefly herself was quite dumbfounded, as were a good amount of the soldiers on the field. So dumbfounded in fact, that they didn't notice the aerial attacks until the first few had stricken. Feathers flew as the stray flyers of the enemy charge dive-bombed into pegasai troops, plunging bodies to the ground like meteors as the invaders drew ever closer. Franticly the warriors looked around to see the attackers, to target the beasts that were attacking so savagely and so suddenly, but they were nowhere to be found surprisingly enough. Everywhere she looked all Firefly could see was ponies falling to the sky and running on the ground, she couldn't see the enemy flyers anywhere.

And then it hit her, with more force of shock than the color filled force field had. The ponies were the attackers. The avian who were recklessly throwing themselves at the pegasus soldiers were pegasai themselves, originating from the opposite side of the battle front, the griffons' side. She now realized that the line of bloodthirsty raiders that had been rendering their onslaught of arrows useless was composed of mostly equines, unicorns casting the bright shields to protect the earth ponies behind them. Still struggling to comprehend the situation at hand, a lot of the League infantry tripped over themselves mid gallop or lost hold of their weapons. Firefly could see a few soldiers call out to their equine kin, only to be met with a brutal takedown as their former ally reached them and attacked without hesitation.

The unicorns dropped their bows, the pegasai slowed to a midflight hover. Their minds to broken to continue firing frost arrows, the small flames began once again reaching the grassy plain, and fire broke out all over the battlefield. The hellish light of the flames only served to intensify the confusion; all around ponies were slaughtering their own kind, and all with no clear motivation.

The assassin could stand to watch it no longer. Her fiery temper welled itself up once again and provided itself as a fuel to her actions, propelling her forward with as much energy as she could muster. Firefly aggressively broke out of the group she'd been running with, veering to the side toward the fronts. A shout behind her called her back, most likely Pip, but she ignored it and pressed on. She was too focused on the battle to pay him any attention.

Too focused to notice the darkening in the sky as well. Above her head, she didn't see the flying blurs of stone hurdling towards her. The griffons had a third attack ready to fire it seemed: Bombs. And not little smoke bombs either, these were fully sized cannon-shot bombs, designed to take out multiple fighters at once and crumble fortress walls on impact. And it was headed right for her.

Perhaps it was the Animus' exalted sense of perception, or perhaps it was Firefly's honed skills finally working in unison with Dash's, but for whatever cause grace flashed a sliver of mercy on the pegasus in the moment. Just before the shell landed, Firefly heard it's decent. She was completely unaware of what was making the noise, just that something was coming her way. She did her best to dodge to the side just as the bomb impacted and managed to avoid being struck by the actual projectile by mere inches. However, she couldn’t' out maneuver the explosion that followed, and her body was thrown a good distance away like a ragdoll.

Her ears rung, her eyes stung, all her senses cried out in pain. She felt as if every bone in her body was now broken, but with the feeling came an intense will to rest that made her not care. Through the slits of her near closed eyelids she could see more ponies rushing to the battle field, seemingly ignoring her and all other injured. Her hood fell into her line of sight, blocking most of her vision and giving her a sense of closure, as if she was being tucked into a bed. She subtly thought about her situation in the back of her mind. Would she just bleed to death here? Would anyone care? Did anypony even notice she had fallen?

She didn't care to speculate any further than that. She was much too tired. Instead, she simply blacked out.

Chapter 17

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 17

As dim streaks of sunlight pierced through the window of the hazy room, Firefly's mind slowly awakened back into the world. It was eager to move, go explore and inquire, but her body was still accustomed to sleep, and refused to budge. The best it could do was to slowly wave her eyelids open and try to at least get a glimpse of where she was. To her surprise, she was no longer outside on the Trottingham battlefield, but instead in a small room with limited lighting from the outside. She was currently lying down in a very comfortable bed, though she could feel some wet spots where her wounds had bleed slightly into the covers. Beside her was a small table with a roll of bandage tape and a glass of water, and there was also a chair in the far right corner of the room, though something that she couldn't quite make out in the low light atmosphere was occupying it.

The thing was yellow, draped over the chair like a coat, but seemed to have some substance to it, like the coat had been flung over on top of something in the chair to cover it. Firefly thought she even saw a glimpse of grey under the yellow covering. She sat up in her bed to try and get a better look at the thing, but she still had no idea what it was. She almost thought she could see the thing pulsate up and down like a heartbeat, but she decided that must just be her tired eyes playing tricks on her.

And then it moved.

At the sight of Firefly's awakening, the yellow and grey mass flung itself at her and began to sob horribly. It took Firefly a few moments to realize the enigma was a pony, but she didn't recognize her at all. Or did she...

"Oh Firefly..." the pony cried. “I can't believe it, it's horrible! The worst thing ever!"

There was no way, the voice was similar, but this pony looked nothing like her.

"...Sur...prise?" Firefly sleepily muttered. The pegasus did have a white coat and yellow mane, and her leather armor was identical to the mercenary she knew, but there was no way this pony was the giddy white pegasus assassin. He coat was a dull grey, and her mane a lifeless and muted yellow. Both her tail and her mane had no substance to them, and drooped over her head like a boring and pathetic drape. How could this be Surprise? What happened to the pony that made her entire being look so...sad?

"Now, now, calm down." Firefly comforted the pony as she continually poured a sea of depression onto her lap. The melancholy pony gradually reduced her weeping in response and wiped her nose a bit to speak more clearly, though it was obvious she was biting back tears.

"Oh Firefly...it's just...just awful!" she sniffed. "The doctor said... they told me you...h-he...." As her sentences grew more and more broken, she finally broke out into a river of tears once again.

Now Firefly was worried. She was very tired of course, but it had only now occurred to her that she might have sustained an injury from the explosion, and Surprise’s dramatic change in mood led her to believe it may be quite serious. She thought to stretch out her limbs, try to see what parts she could still feel, but doing so might make her injury even worse. She reached under her bed sheets to pull them up and inspect herself for any large wounds, but her forelegs refused to remove the covering out of fear for what she might see.

"Surprise!" Firefly yelled, shaking the weeping pony into coherence. "What did the doctor say?" Panic filled her voice as she shouted. Surprise tried her best to speak, but she found it hard to speak through her uncontrollable tears.

"He said...said...."

"What did he say!?" Firefly demanded, expecting the worst.

"It's...your wing!" she sniffled. "It was hurt really badly. The doctor said...he said you might never fly again!"

Firefly released a heavy sigh of relief. Calm embraced her mind once again.

All the while, Surprise bit back tears, though her face turned from one of mourning to one of utter confusion at the sign of Firefly's relief. She was taking the news pretty well; Surprise might as well have just told a unicorn he'd lost his horn, or a zebra they were now forbidden from speaking rhyming pentameter.

"B-But...your wing...." Surprise began.

"Oh don't worry about that." Firefly said, waving away her worries. "My wing has been like that for a long time, I've come to terms with it already." a hint of longing lingered on the edge of her tone as she finished.

"So...you're okay?" Surprise whimpered.

"Yes, I'm perfectly okay." Firefly asserted.

Tears welled up in the white ponies eyes once again, but as her smile grew larger it became clear these were tears of joy and relief. As her happiness reached its climax, her coat suddenly washed itself clean of any greyness and her mane exploded into the golden bundle Firefly had grown accustomed too, reverting the party pegasus back into the energetic mercenary she was before. She locked Firefly into a deathly grip of a hug and let out all her depression in a tight squeeze.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so happy you’re okay then! You were almost hit back there, and then we found you sleeping, but you weren't sleeping! And you wouldn't wake up when we blew the loudest horns we had and yelled and shouted, but you still would move, it was like you were asleep forever or...." The gush of emotion hit Firefly like a waterfall, and came out of the white pony's mouth just as quickly. She mashed all her relief into one continuous thought as she spewed her stream of consciousness without restriction.

Firefly winced in pain. "Ok...ay...Surprise...you can...loosen...up!" she said through grunts of breath as she tried to push oxygen into her lungs through the choke point.

Once her welling flow of rejoice had run dry, Surprise finally released her friend from her embrace and picked up something from the chair she'd been sitting on. She placed Firefly's hidden blade on the table beside her and laid out her white and crimson robes, freshly washed and tailored free of any rips or tears. She delightfully encouraged the pegasus to get herself dressed and show everyone her stable condition. Though getting out of bed was a bit painful at first, a quick sniff of some medicinal salts and Firefly was numb enough to put on her attire. She stretched out her legs and wings a bit, checking for any sore areas that hadn't been silenced by the salts, and proceeded to follow her bubbly companion out the door.

"You know, I'm still really confused by yesterday." Surprise said casually as they walked. "Almost all of the soldiers on the front lines were ponies. But the Griffons are the bad guys! Why would all those ponies be helping them?" The whole situation clearly puzzled and distressed her.

"Maybe they were paid?" Firefly suggested. She felt like she should have been more surprised by the prospect of ponies aiding foreign invaders, but after all she'd been through it honestly didn't surprise her much.

"But that's the weirdest thing!" Surprise exclaimed. "These weren't just any ponies; these were League of Pegasai members!"

Now that was surprising. It would have taken a whole lot of convincing to make then kill their own allies, and of all the ponies to betray their kind, Firefly would have suspected her assassin brothers last.

"So, I guess we found all those lost soldiers huh." Firefly said as she processed the information. "Did you guys manage to capture any of these traitors?" Surprise shook her head no.

"We have no idea why they're like that, no idea how many more there are, and no idea when they'll strike next. I just don't know what we should do!" the mercenary cried solemnly.

"Good. 'Cuz I do." Firefly said as she opened the door in front of her and walked inside the tactical offices of the League of Pegasai. Surprise hadn't even noticed they had been walking toward them, or more specifically, that Firefly had been leading her towards them.

Inside the office was a massacre of papers. Sheets and tables and records were stuffed and stacked on every surface available, including a good portion of the floor. Lines and grids of battle tactics and war strategies cluttered the pages, and sketchy lines of a long-broken quill pen vandalized the pages with crude notes and thoughts not fully legible. The sound of papers shifting filled whatever space was left in the room, as Pip flipped through a packet on his desk with one hoof holding his forehead and a scowl on his face.

Firefly approached as gently as she could, she quietly closed the door behind Surprise as she entered, and stepped carefully up to the desk. She muddled over in her mind to find the best way to approach the obviously work-abused stallion, before finally opening her mouth to speak, and-

"Buck!" The spotted colt shouted, tossing his handful of papers into the air and burying his face in his hooves. Firefly and Surprise jumped back at the sudden interjection, and for a moment the pink pegasus considered leaving and returning at a later time. But no, this matter was too important. It couldn't wait.

"Look, Pip," she began.

"I can't believe it; it just doesn't make any bloody sense!" Pip proclaimed, suddenly on his hooves. "As if it weren't bad enough that we're fighting ponies now, they're all ponies we've known! All of them League members, still have their patch an' everything. How do you expect me to stab a guy I had drinks with last week?" His face was wild; the matter had obviously stressed him to his breaking point.

"Pip," Firefly consoled. "I get it, but you have to-"

"And that's not even the best part, oh no, the buckin' fellas still know out tactics an' everythin'!" Pip interrupted. "It's already a buckin' pain in the flank to fight these griffon wankers, now they now how to counter everything we do that wasn't taught in the last six weeks!"

"Pip, just let me-" Firefly attempted again, to no avail.

"And to top it all off like lemon frostin' on an open wound," Surprise began to water at the mouth at the mention of pastry sweets. "As far as we can tell every single one of 'em just snapped, or really buckin' hates us!" He emphasized the point as far as his tone would allow. "We've had every single able bodied unicorn sweep the bastards full over, and there's absolutely no sign of magic-induced influence at all, no drugs in their system, absolutely no type of control at all. From what we can tell they all betrayed us on their own buckin' merit." His fiery energy seemed to suddenly extinguish, and Pip fell back to his seat with his head rested on his under-hooves. "I just...don't get it." he whimpered.

"Alright look, Pip," Firefly finally asserted. "What happened on the battlefield was a tactical disaster and a mystery. You don't have much time to fight back, but I can help you fix this if you just trust me!" Pip gave Firefly a puzzled look before it dawned on him.

"Oh no, I already told you-"

"Pip, you have no idea how to fight back, you lose tons of soldiers when you face these guys, they know all your weaknesses, and don't show any mercy at all. This isn't just the League or Trottingham at stake anymore! If these griffons have all this power, all of Equestria could be in danger! You have to let me do this, it's the only way we're gonna finish this favorably."

For a long time, no one spoke. Firefly and Pip simply stared into each other's eyes, their minds assaulting each other with subliminal arguments. Surprise began to feel very out of place in the room; no one was speaking, or moving, or doing much of anything at all. The two ponies simply glared each other down, with no clear indication of who was winning the silent debate.

After what seemed like hours, Pip broke away with a heavy sigh. Firefly had to keep herself from smiling in victory.

"You're right Firefly...I really, really don't want to admit it, but this is our only chance." Pip admitted.

"So you're going to send me in to spy?" Firefly asked.

"Yes, I guess I am." Pip confirmed.

"Wait what? Spying?!" Surprise added, lost in regards to what was going on.

Pip groggily got up from his chair, massaged his temples a bit, cursed once more under his breath, and made his way out from behind the door.

"Follow me." was all he said, and he led the two pegasai out of his office.

The League of Pegasai had a huge arsenal, contrary to their small size. A huge basement lied buried underneath the building, and nearly all of its space was occupied by some sort of blade, firearm, arcane medium, or explosive. The walls were lined with racks of various rifles, claymores, rapiers, staffs, and halberds. At times it almost seemed like the interior designer of the room had run out of wallpaper and had tried to use spare weapons instead.

Firefly was amazed by all the firepower in the room; it was enough to supply an army many times over. She even encountered weapons she'd never seen before, such as a group of what looked like golden buzz saws tied to string.

"Oh, those are something we picked up from an Elk merchant from the Far East." Pip explained. "They're called 'chakras', unicorns can float them around and use them to defend like a shield, or attack like a yo-yo." Pip explained another weapon, a pair of boots, with sharp metal claws on the front so that pegasai could attack like griffons. The intricacies of some of the weapons seemed almost unreal.

"Ah, here it is." Pip said. He took a small chest off a shelf on the wall and stuffed it in a sack on his belt. Curious, Firefly removed another, similar chest and opened it up.

Inside the velvet lined box was a familiar device: an Assassin Brotherhood hidden blade & hoof brace. The polished metal face of the weapon was engraved with beautifully intricate waves and curves surrounding a stylized assassin insignia. On the inside of the brace, Firefly could see small springs, latches, and other such mechanisms for retracting and extending the knife at the users will. The blade's inner pieces looked too small for even magic to handle with. She suddenly was struck with a realization of just how fragile her signature weapon really was.

"Heh, you think that's something," Pip said, taking note of Firefly's interest. "Just wait 'till you see this." The stallion motioned to the sack he'd just collected, but gave no further insight, successfully piquing the mare's curiosity to high degrees.

Later on, Pip and Firefly went out behind the League building to a small shed far away from anything else. An interestingly green smoke periodically puffed out of its chimney, and it generally looked out of place. Regardless, the assassin followed her guide as he approached the shack.

Pip knocked on the door as he reached the shed. The door, free of any visible latch besides a currently unfastened padlock, swung creakily open as his hoof struck its surface.

"Hello? You in here Skyswirl?" Pip announced as he stood in the doorway.

"Ah! Just the pony I wanted to see!" A hunched over unicorn called back at the sound of his voice. He lifted away from a cauldron of sickly and slightly glowing green liquid and levitated a box bound in brown paper and twine over to the stallion's waiting back. "I assume you're here for this?" he asked rhetorically.

"Thank you Sky, I'll be sure to pay you back at some point." Pip replied.

"Oh, don't think about!" The unicorn said waving his hoof. "Consider this one 'on the house'."

"Well I'll be seeing you then." Pip said, leaving.

"Have a good day Pip!" the pony called back, returning to his brew.

"So...what's in the box?" Firefly asked as Pip returned.

"This is just the last thing you'll need for your mission: a disguise potion." As Pip said this, he walked over to a low tree stump and laid the box on it. Carefully prying open the lid, he reached into the thick cloud of wood shavings and straw and pulled out a fragile looking glass flask filled with a swirling blue liquid. It was a deep, almost black color, and flowed with the consistency of water. He swished the flash around a bit and observed the miniature whirlpools and tides that spun inside while holding it up to the light. When it seemed he was satisfied with the liquid's inspection, he passed the concoction to Firefly's waiting hooves.

"This is called a 'Form-Fake Potion'." Pip explained as his companion viewed the brew from every angle she could. "It's not actually done yet, but I purposefully asked that alchemist friend of mine to leave it unfinished. What you're going to want to do is find a griffon guard, any guard really, and get one of his feathers. Dip the feather into the potion until it changes color, and then you drink it."

"A feather?" Firefly asked. "It'll be kinda hard to do that without them noticing, don't you think?"

"Well, ideally you should kill them first." Pip said. "Without anyone else noticing, and then do that. I for assume an assassin like you that's no problem at all, right?" he chuckled a bit.

"You kidding?" She retorted, now confident in her usage of the potion. "I could do it in my sleep."

"Maybe if you're lucky, you can do it in their sleep, but that's for later." Pip said, returning to his previous topic. "Once you drink it, an illusion spell should be cast that will make you look exactly like the griffon whose feather you took. Just his naked body, but you can take his armor after that. If no one finds the body, you'll be good."

Firefly smiled, at the thought. This was going to be too simple.

"Now, about the potion," Pip explained further. "It will only hide your appearance, so you'll still have to act the part; you can't just go wherever and do whatever you feel. Don't raise any suspicions; griffons aren't beyond suspecting their own."

"Got it." Firefly replied with a nod. Pip returned the gesture of understanding and reached to his side for the bag he'd collected earlier.

"Now, you obviously won't be able to bring any weapons besides the one the guard had, so your hidden blade will have to stay behind." he said as he fumbled with the pull string of the bag.

"Wait, I can't bring my blade?" Firefly asked.

"No, it will be way too obvious, but I figured you might want to be able to dispatch enemies in a way you're so familiar with. Luckily, I had this sitting around."

As Pip pulled the object out of the bag, Firefly's eyes widened in awe. It was an intricate piece of metal working, looked like some sort of short tube, and shaped to look like it was made of bronze feathers. Its detail was extraordinary, so much so the assassin second guessed herself numerous times as to whether or not the brace was made of metal, or just elegantly colored feathers.

"Wha...what is that?" Firefly wondered.

"This used to be a ceremonial brace used in 'rite of passage' rituals for griffons. A beautiful piece of work, but I had it equipped with something special a while back.

Pip donned the brace quickly and stretched it out to Firefly. Without warning he shifted his wrist, ejecting a spring loaded piece of metal that also looked suspiciously like a feather. Firefly was stunned with the surprise she'd felt the first time she'd seen a hidden blade work.

"..Is that-"

"Yes it is." Pip finished. "It's nowhere near as durable as your blade, so don't even think about using it in battle, but I figured it was better than nothing. It should blend in on your new griffon talons just perfectly."

Firefly excitedly took the blade and strapped it on. She tried extending and retracting a few times, the blade wasn't as smooth as hers and made very scratchy noises as if it didn't fit correctly, but it was an ample price to pay for it's marvelous beauty and devious subtly.

"This is amazing! Thank you!" Firefly said excitedly.

"Ha, you should see some of the other fun toys we have down here." Pip said with a laugh. However, his expression suddenly took a grim turn and he wore a stern frown. "There is one more thing." he said simply. "It's something I've been saving for a bad day, but I hope you don't have to use it." He reached into his saddlebags once more and pulled out a small vial or smoky liquid on a string.

Cautiously he gave the item to Firefly to hold, careful to secure it in her grasp before letting go. "It's a potion called 'Windigoe's Breath'," he said before she could ask anything. "It's a splash type potion, meaning you pour it on yourself instead of drinking it. It grants a limited period of invisibility and intangibility to anything less than a foot think. Should things begin to turn sour, this should be your last way out."

Firefly inspected the vial carefully before instinctively hanging it around her neck. It made a nice accessory, but Pip's attitude gave her a sense if something wrong.

"So, why-"

"Now listen to me carefully Firefly, because this is very important." He said preemptively. "This potion has a very powerful usage, but it also has dangerous side effects. At all costs, you must stay away from getting wet while using it. Water, mud, fruit juice, it doesn't matter what; if it's liquid, stay away from it.

"Why?" Firefly asked, a bit worried at the finality of his tone of voice.

"I don't know exactly why, I just bought the potion, didn't make it. But I can assure you of this, if you do get wet, the results will be fatal."

Fatal. The word echoed in her mind. Firefly was a courageous mare, she always had been, but this was a relatively new fear to her. She'd felt it before, but never in a situation like this where she could properly ponder its meaning. This mission, this potion, was fatal. They could kill her. She could die, never to come back, never to see anyone again, never to finish all that she had started.

She could be gone. Forever.

Usually it helped to run. Something about the act of breaking the boundaries, overcoming the obstacles, disregarding the guards' cries for her to cease and continuing to go where common ponies didn't tread, it usually helped relieve Firefly from any negative feelings she had. She'd forget the world, forget everything, her consciousness would be reduced to just her and the roof tiles. But today, as the fallen pegasus jumped along the top of Trottingham in a blur or white pink and red, there was just too much to handle. It didn't help.

Firefly forced herself to stop on a perch at the top of a temple. Her mind was drowned in thoughts: the foreboding of Golden Shield's dying words, the mystery behind the Templars' plot, the pain of abandoning Twilight time and time again, the reality of her possible death in the upcoming mission. She felt lost, alone in a world of questions without answers.

It was a feeling Dash could easily relate to.

There was however something that wasn't there, something missing from her usual array of emotions. She'd taken the chance to kill Gilded Sword, and she'd failed. She didn't avenge her parents like she wished to. She'd messed up a prime opportunity, and the worst of it all was, there was no one to comfort her. The Apples had provided adequate moral support in Canterlot, but at this moment her friends were either occupied elsewhere or too far away. She felt down and she didn't have anyone to turn to and rely on like before, no Applejack, no Posey, no Surprise, no Nightingale....

She realized now, that for the first time since her parents' death...she missed them. Really missed them. A lot.

She began to reminisce about younger days, charting constellations on a hill, baking pies with her mother, learning how to fly for the first time. Before the memories got too vivid, a reflex of emotional pain cut her off, thrusting her attention elsewhere.

Once the sun set she'd leave Trottingham and venture out into the wilderness of Griffon territory. She had all day to spend until then, but what was she to do? Just another question to add to her ever expanding collection.

She felt a small sound strike her ears, and momentarily snapped out of her muddle. A trumpet had been blown from a large estate a bit away. It was a large estate, a really large one. Larger enough that it had to be important, or perhaps, house someone important.

Like, the Chancellor.

Her mind flicked back to the scroll and the Templars. She was too afraid to approach before due to the pink unicorn, but it was unlikely she'd run into her inside the large manor. And she had all day to waste anyway....

Yes, that's what she would do. The answers were out there, and if they didn't turn up by chance, then she was going to go find them. Perhaps the scroll would reveal everything, perhaps it would only spawn more questions, perhaps it wouldn't be relevant at all. She wouldn't know until she tried, and she was tired of not knowing.

She was going to enter the manor, sneak her way to its inner chambers, and find out for herself what really was going on.

With a flap of wind and a swift movement, the pony could no longer be seen.

Chapter 18

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 18

It was an all too familiar sight. Firefly gazed down at the inner wall of the extravagant residence she'd mentally named Puddinghead Proper (the names subtle arrogance seemed to fit the fat nobles ego). Earth-bound SunGuards patrolled the area periodically in their glistening gold armor, while their winged pegasai counterparts circled the air above, scanning the ground for trouble. It was just like Canterlot, except since there currently wasn’t an outbreak of riots all over the city, there were more guards patrolling the area. On that same note, Firefly also didn’t have a group of thieves ready to swoop in for her rescue if she happened to mess up and revealed herself. She didn’t have the cloak of night’s darkness to obscure her either, and it had been much easier to identify a pompous white unicorn from across a room than it would now be to locate an indiscriminate parchment scroll inside a huge manor.

On second thought, this scenario wasn’t so much like the mission at the Gold’s Fortress; it was much more difficult and risky.

The trumpet that had alerted her to the grounds once again sounded aloud, breaking Firefly’s concentration. She shook her head to readjust her thoughts. Firefly’s mind was working furiously, trying to come up with a tactical plan of progression that wouldn't get her spotted, jailed, or at worst case, killed. She needed to find a way to slip inside indirectly, some crack in the security that she could exploit to its full potential. She needed to think like the ponies that’d help her last time she attempted an infiltration; she needed to think like a thief.

The blare of the trumpet called out once again, agitating the pegasus a bit and once again interrupting her thought processes. She turned to at least glare malevolently at the source of the sound, even if she couldn’t reprimand it. It seemed the player of the trumpet was an extravagantly dressed pony talking to a guard at a small entrance towards the back of the estate. Firefly hadn’t noticed it before, and it looked like the perfect opportunity to enter the grounds. She leapt of her perch and made her way towards the back gate.

“*BWAAAAAAH*” The trumpet sounded with a cracked noise. It seemed like the trumpet player was trying to expel fluid from his horn, but the valve made for such a purpose was stuck.

“Just one more second here…” The bard told the guard as he struggled to push open the small opening. With one more furious blow, the valve gave open and the trumpet’s noise adjusted itself into a melodious quarter note. “Ah! That’s better,” said the bard as he experimentally played a few notes in succession.

“Nice! Sounds great,” the guard said with a smile. “Can’t wait to hear it play with the others tonight.” He moved the lance he carried out of the musician’s way and let him inside the estate. With a thank you and a tip of his hat, the artist walked into the grounds with his trumpet in tow.

The guard didn’t even have time to regain his stone-hard composure before he was faced with another group of ponies requesting entry.

“Evening sir,” said the white hooded pony in the front of the group. He was followed by four other ponies in similar white hoods, each with a saddlebag packed full or books and scrolls and embroidered with the symbol of Celestia- or was it five ponies? Strange, the guard swore he’d seen only four walking toward the gate earlier, but now he could count five of them. No matter though, he instantly recognized the overly covered group as common Sun scholars, likely arriving to try and get a bit of time in Chancellor Puddinghead’s libraries before the Night scholars came to begin their session.

“A bit late for you all to be arriving, eh?” The guard said casually.

“Alas, it couldn’t be helped. We caught word of a merchant coming into town with books from Cervidas, and we couldn’t miss a chance to browse his ware. It’s not every day you find scripture from lands across the sea.” The hooded pony explained. The guard laughed a bit. Typical scholar ponies, always so consumed in their studies of Celestia knows what, too lost in their books to notice the earth spinning below them.

“Well, be quick, I’m sure you know Luna’s bookworms are going to want those books to themselves in a few hours, right?”

“Oh of course, which is why we need to get to our studies as fast as we can.” The quintet of scholars scurried through the gates as soon as the guard lifted his lance to allow them. Closing the gate once again, the guard couldn’t help but chuckle to himself lightly at the absurdity of the eccentric students. Although, his mind did linger on his miscounting of their numbers. He was almost certain there had been four of them before, but now there had appeared that one pony at the back to increase the count by one. The more he dwelled on it, the more he began to realize that the fifth scholar was a bit different than the others; he wore a lot of red amongst his robes, and couldn’t hold a saddlebag on account of carrying too much of some other type of equipment, though the guard hadn’t noticed particularly what kind. The other scholars had been very average and run-of-the-mill, but the strange fifth pony was very, very different.

“He must be an Elite or something,” the guard resolved to himself, and returned to happily guarding his post.

Both Firefly and Dash mentally heaved a collective sigh of relief as they cleared the guard’s line of sight. Dash had recognized the ponies, or rather the uniforms they were wearing, as those of the ponies who had first attacked her on that fateful night when her friends had been kidnapped. The uniform was of The Flames Of The Sun, or in this time period most likely just the Solar half of the equestrian government. However it was obvious that the ponies who’d attacked Dash that night were not scholars. There was no way a group of studious researchers had come to her and her friends’ houses to attack and kidnap them. Okay, maybe Twilight’s house, but not the rest of her friends’ or her own. It was clear now that Luna had been right about the Flames rising up again; they’d even revived the attire of the Olden Equestria time period. And if that was true, all the Templars and such were trying to get back into positions they had then.

It was a stark reminder of the stakes for the rainbow manned pegasus.

Still, the white hoods of the scholars and their uncanny similarity to Firefly’s own assassin outfit provided for a very convenient camouflage. All she had to do was keep her head down and pretend like she was thinking hard about something, and no pony, not even the scholars themselves, would notice her presence. She could just squeal with delight at how perfect the disguise was, but luckily she kept her composure as the group of ponies were allowed passively into the hallways of Puddinghead Proper.

As the group walked on toward their destination, Firefly had the chance to overhear the talk of various ponies scattered inside the estate. It seemed the Chancellor’s offering of a dinner for the Canterlot noble had evolved into a dinner party, which Firefly predicted was much to said noble’s contempt. As such, a variety of high class nobles and politicians were left unattended inside the building, idly chatting and tending to their own interests with no particular reason to be there. However, the eavesdropped conversations were almost painful to listen to, as almost none of them were very moral in her opinion.

“And can you believe where he went?” she heard a mare say with an over refined enunciation.

“Oh, don’t tell me, just don’t!” her equally over processed acquaintance griped.

“To the kitchen! Can you imagine, his filthy hooves washing themselves in the place where the servants prepare my food? Oh, I dread just to think of it!” The mare looked as if she might faint from the gross obscenity of the words she had spoken. The idea of a pony cleaning himself in something she deemed as her's was apparently enough to send her into a stroke of nausea. He friend nodded in agreement with her disgust.

“It’s a dreadful thing; I don’t know why they don’t just go ahead and put all the earth ponies and pegasai in one place, and leave us unicorns to our business alone. They already shut the peasants into their own district, why not finish the job and put all the other loose rubbish in their place?"

Two off-duty guard hung around elsewhere, one yawning from a clear lack of energy.

"Yeesh, Ya look like ya got sacks a’ seed tied to yer face. Did'ja even get a wink a’ sleep last night?" One of the guards asked his effete companion.

The other guard yawned again quietly before responding. “Couldn’t. Damned night-guards were busy watching over some skirmish the League of Pegasai was having last night, had to be called to patrol duty the whole night. And of course, bloody Captain hard-flank couldn’t think to give me leave today so I could catch some rest, the stupid sonuva-mule.”

“Well, if the buckin’ League weren’t busy tossin’ bombs at the northern plain ya wouldn’ta had a problem either. I tells ya, I don’ get why we don’t just up and arrest the bastards already, all they do is cause trouble fer the city.”

Firefly couldn't stand the gross classism and arrogance any longer, and forced her attention elsewhere.

“…and this Globe business has really.…” She caught a fraction of a conversation between two officials, and suddenly her interest was regained. She focused all her might to listen closer as she passed them by.

“…can’t find them anywhere!” she heard the official continue. “It’s so frustrating, but by the way he acts it must be important.”

“I’ve heard as much, but really I feel a bit uninformed on the subject.” The other official replied.

“I do as well, but I know enough to know it’s urgent. I’m sure whatever we don’t know isn’t too bad, but the main point is that it’s vital to Celestia’s continued ruling.”

The other pony looked shocked. “Really? Who told you that?”

“Why, Gilded Sword himself. He’s trustworthy of course, so we have to look harder.”

Firefly reluctantly walked out of earshot from the pair as her group continued forward. The short exert of conversation was an example of just how much control the Gold family had. However, the mention of Celestia’s reign being in jeopardy was strange. What could Gilded Sword have meant by that?

Only Dash knew the grim reality of what Gilded Sword must have had in store for the Globe.

Soon enough, the group left the expansive halls through two large double doors, into a room that seemed to be built almost entirely of bookshelves. Every inch of wall, every space of table, every possibly vacant area in the room was occupied by piles upon piles of paper bound in leather or precariously stacked pyramids of ribboned scrolls. The room was almost unreal; with so much written knowledge and documentation in one place, it must have been enough to send a bookworm like Twilight Sparkle into an ecstasy driven coma. Even a barely casual reader like Dash had to gawk at the expansive stock the noble held.

The other scholars, likely already accustomed to the immense magnitude of the library, quickly dispersed into their separate nooks and crannies among the bookshelves and went about their studies.

Firefly found herself at an impasse: Leaving the room now would bring attention to her and ruin her scholarly guise, but every moment she spent in this library, she lost precious time she could be using to answer the questions that clouded her mind.

Reluctantly, Firefly made her way over to a bookshelf and looked for something to the pass time while she thought of a way out. She glanced over the collections of books on subjects ranging from cooking, to magic, to wildlife and more. Finally she found herself under the "Equestrian History" section. Nothing in particular caught her attention, until she came across a tanned old book titled "The Fire of Friendship".

She made her way over to a table and laid the tome down in front of her. Gently lifting the front cover, she began to glance over the first few chapters of the story inside. The tale was one both Firefly and Dash recognized as one they had been told by their mothers as young fillies; it was a historical retelling of the founding of Equestria and subsequent holiday of Hearths Warming. Besides providing some brief nostalgic joy, the story was nothing terribly interesting.

That is, until Firefly came across one particular section of the story. This book had the usual prologue; a bitter tension between the three pony races and an even more bitter winter to drive them into turmoil. But the next pages' activities had her dumbfounded.

"And so," it read, "the three races consoled to find a new land to roam and prosper in. The leaders of the clans held audience with her majesty The Graceful Princess Celestia, and received ordinance to begin their long journey to the south."

First off, the original moral of the story stemmed entirely off of the fact that the three pony race's leaders did not, agree on anything, especially the founding of a new country.

But second, and more importantly, in this story the various leaders went to Celestia for aid. The way Firefly had remembered it, the story took place before the reign of the royal sisters. Yet in this story Celestia was already in power (while, interestingly enough Dash noted, Luna was not.)

Firefly closed the book immediately and returned it to its place on the shelf. She began scouring the history section for other versions of the Hearth's Warming Eve story to find a more accurate recounting of what happened. One story seemed to be quite familiar to her, up until the scene where Clover the Clever used a burst of magic to defeat the Windegoes, or rather as the book said, "The royal sisters rained down a torrent of fire to smite the cold winds of bickering." Another story she found detailed how the three pony tribes warred over the new land before the unicorns proved themselves victorious. Yet another book spoke of a strange fourth tribe of ponies called the Nightmares, which Firefly later discovered to be the bat winged pegasai that made up Luna's Night Guard.

Passage after passage, tome after tome, every story the assassin came upon had some kind of inconsistency. Every account was different, and yet all were classified as true history. It didn't make any sense.

Eventually, the pegasus came across a heavy, dusty old tome stored in the very far end of the history section. She couldn't recognize the language on the cover; it appeared to be Equestrian but in some older dialect long forgotten by the masses. From what she could make out, the title read "Rεϐέlliσ Μάgημs". She didn't even have time to imagine what it could mean before a voice surprised her from behind.

"Ah! Picking up the old origin story for another read through friend?" the voice of a scholar piped behind the pink pony. She turned and nodded as calmly as possible. "Oh I love this story, one of my favorite fiction works in this entire library." A fiction title, under the history section. Firefly made a mental note of the strange detail, but said nothing. "Tell me," the scholar asked, "Do you have a favorite part? I'm particularly a fan of the falling action after the climax, the third passage down." Without pause he took the book, opened its browned pages delicately to a certain page, and began to recite from the book's strange text.

"And lo, The Wicked One was defeated. The Noble Two wielded The Aspects against the schemer's wrath, and by their divine grace immured him to be forever stagnant in the form of stone. For this triumph the divines were most gracious, and as emolument for their deeds, The Noble Two were granted their ascension, to be forever the keepers of their ponies' prosperity."

Firefly stood silent as the scholar replaced the book and wandered off in a haze of nostalgia. This book...was fiction? What did it mean? Why was it here? The familiar feeling of lacking knowledge reminded Firefly why she was there in the first place, and she returned her focus to the task at hand. Yet, the passage lurked in the back of her mind like a predator ready to strike down from behind.

“No means no!” A voice cried out near the wall and instantly captured Firefly’s attention. She looked over to see a Sun Guard blocking the doorway to a study hallway, along with a frantic looking scholar begging the guard to let him pass.

“Oh please, you gotta let me through! I’ve probably read every page in this dusty old library, and of course the really good books are only found in the chancellor’s private studies! Just let me have a quick peek, please? I promise I’ll be super careful!” the scholar said woefully. The guard brought his hoof to his face and took a deep sigh.

“Fine, fine!” he said with a grunt. “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to go take a 5 minute break and then wait for my relief in the barracks. If during that time you decide to sneak into the hallway and somepony’s study, then I guess I wouldn’t be here to see you do so, but just keep this in mind: no pony besides patrol and the stallion himself is supposed to be back there, and if you get caught, don’t expect me to take the blame. Are we clear?”

“Yes sir, clear as crystal.” the scholar said as he brought his hoof up in mock salute. The guard heaved one more sigh of annoyance before turning away and walking to his rest. Just as the eccentric scholar pony rushed into the hallway with greedy enthusiasm, Firefly made her way to the hall with just as big a smile on her face.

The chandeliers creaked as Firefly put her weight on them. She could feel the weakness in the ceiling’s anchor, ready to let go and send the pony crashing down in a resonant cascade of glass shards and burning candles. This particular hiding perch was far from her first choice, but the lack of hiding spots in the high-ceilinged hallway forced her into less than ideal situations such as this. All she needed to do was find Puddinghead’s study, take the scroll, and try to flee unnoticed before she exceeded the carrying capacity of one too many ceiling lamps.

After the guards passed below her, the pink pegasus dropped from her perch and rolled onto the floor with minimal audial collateral. She walked as lightly as she could to the door in front of her, gripped it’s handle, and swung it open in front of her. She braced for movement, ready to jump out of sight. Part of her brain expected this door to lead to some room full of guards or officials, or watchdogs, or….

Jack pot. The only thing inside the room was a cluttered desk, some arbitrary furniture, and a colossal wrap-around bookshelf. This was without a doubt the room she was looking for: Chancellor Puddinghead’s private study. She hastily yet silently shut the door behind her. Her eyes began immediately scanning the room for any sign of the scroll she wanted, meanwhile Dash eased her way into “Eagle Vision” to assist her kin with locating it. The scroll now blazed a blinding white among the room’s dark tones of blue and grey, practically lying in plain sight atop a stack of parchment on the chancellor’s desk. Adjusting her vision back to a normal color scheme, Dash watched as her ancestor unrolled the thin letter and began scrutinizing the information within.

“Under the auspice and tutelage of Her Majesty, the ever regal Princess Celestia of Equestria, I, Sir Gilded Sword of the family Golden, do give this letter.

To Sir Jolly Puddinghead III, noble chancellor of the town of Trottingham, I do address.

News of the search in Trottingham has had continued arrival here in Canterlot. It is my understanding that although thorough, your searches have been futile in the location and acquisition of the artifact known as “The Globe of Elation.” I, of course, send my best wishes of good fortune as you continue your righteous hunt, however I also bear tidings of warning against a maleficent scoundrel that may very well be inbound for your noblest of cities.

Not more than 3 nights ago, as of the writing of this message, did a hooded assailant violate the boundaries of my personal home and viciously assault my brother, the late Golden Shield, in a cowardly display of cold, unfeeling murder. I have reason to believe that before my dearest brother could pass, the fiend browbeat him to reveal the location and identity of the artifact which you seek so diligently. Many a guard’s life has been stolen by this nefarious criminal, and a fortune in bits has she cost me in damages to property. It is therefore that I urge you to take no hesitation in bringing this villain to justice, as she is much more dangerous than her feeble visage many lead you to believe.

Whatever first-hand accounts I could gather of the outlaw are of a young, pegasus mare of bright pink coat and deep blue mane, clad in a white robe and hood bearing a crimson symbol on her flank not native to the equestrian alphabet. If any pony seeking admittance into your fine city should fit this description, I urge you to devote a significant portion of your law enforcement to apprehend and detain this devious individual.”

Firefly and Dash unanimously gulped. It seemed that their status in Trottingham as a nonspecific citizen was far past gone. Not only were they now a matter of security importance, they were most likely one of the most sought after renegades within the city’s walls. However, as bad as it may have appeared, this news held no candle to the shocking twist contained in the rest of the letter.

“On a related note of importance, I find it well within your right to know that soon we may very well be on the verge of securing another of our so long sought after treasures. We’ve had reports from the port town of Baltimare about the possible location of another artifact: The Gem of Charity. We’ve yet to pinpoint an exact location, but the Captain of the Guard in the city has mentioned that his men have noticed a sudden influx of wealth among the local brothels and show houses. While this kind of action may be the result of another artifact, it is the sudden generosity and compassion for the lower classes that leads me to believe this is the effect of The Gem on the town’s residents. We await further information from our brothers in the city.

The best of luck in your continued search. May your ventures in ensuring a bright future for Equestria be ever fruitful,

Your trusted ally and brother in arms,

Gilded Sword.”

These artifacts, whatever the Globe of Elation was, there were more of them. It appeared as though Firefly had much more to search for, but if these artifacts were as vital to the Templars as the Globe is, they must all be just as powerful. She couldn’t let that kind of power go unchecked, she had to go find them, hide them, steal them, whatever was necessary to make sure-

Her ear twitched. In the dead silence of the study she could hear the tumblers in the door behind her slowly opening. She stashed the scroll in her saddlebag, and looked around for a place to hide. The room was empty, no place to crawl under, no hole to jump through, nothing. Nothing except…

With a loud yawn, Chancellor Puddinghead shut the door behind him and entered his most private study. He had many responsibilities, being a chancellor, but sometimes he just needed some quiet time with a good book, a hot drink, and no pony else in the room but him. He lazily trotted across the carpeted floor to his bookshelf and picked off the novel he’d been working his way into. It was long one, but luckily he had the time. As he walked over to his desk to begin reading, his subconscious became aware of something unusual. He couldn’t quite place it, but something in the room seemed out of place. Then, as he pulled out the chair to his desk to sit down, it hit him.

“Where is the letter?” He said quietly to himself. “I was sure I left it right here…” He pondered the anomaly for a while. Should he alert the guards? Perhaps it was stolen by a servant? Could he have a spy in his midst? Who could have known that he was expecting a visit from the great….

“Oh horseapples!” He suddenly exclaimed, forgetting his dilemma. “I forgot to see them off after supper! Oh, they must be so insulted, maybe I can still catch them!” The chancellor hastily threw his book on the desk and made a bee-line for the exit, leaping through the door and slamming it shut behind him.

Firefly let out a gasp of air from under the chancellor’s desk. She’d been inches away from being discovered, inches away from failure once again, but worst of all…she’d been inches away from Chancellor Puddinghead, who ironically smelled less of pudding and more of garlic. She held her stomach and took in large amounts of air to try and keep from heaving up her last meal.

However, all of the night’s events had been worth it. She had the letter, and she had her distraction. Now was the time to make a hasty escape.

As Firefly made her way into the library once again, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She’d infiltrated a Templar’s household, stolen a vital document, and was about to escape completely unnoticed. She could just imagine the surprise that was sure to be felt in the morning, the look on the guards faces when they realized one of the scholar ponies had been an infiltrator, the bemusement in Puddinghead’s mind when he learned that another pony had been gone in and out of his private study without his notice. The assassin almost wanted to stick around the manor just to watch their reactions later on. She’d performed flawlessly, and now all she could smell was the fresh air of freedom.

“How do we know you’re not some kind of spy! Eh?”

Firefly stopped dead in her tracks. The group of scholars was still in the library like she’d expected, but the entire group was staring fearfully at a pair of guards who were interrogating another scholar pony. The colt looked like he was about to faint out of fear, but Firefly also noticed something else about him: he was the pony who’d nagged his way into the private hallway and given her a passage into Puddinghead’s study. It seemed that unlike her, the pony had been caught sneaking around, and was now facing serious charges. Firefly silently worked her way into the crowd of her white hooded peers and tried to act as innocent as possible as she watched the event unfold.

“Well?” the guard shouted in the scholar’s ear. “Are you gonna answer me, or are you to guilty to muster up the words?”

“No! I was just curious I swear it!” The pony pleaded.

“Yeah, I’m sure a trickster like you would be real curious about what the Chancellor’s got in his private scrolls and writings. It looks like you’ve satisfied your curiosity, but are you ready to pay the price?” The guard lifted his spear menacingly. Tears began to well up in the accused eyes.

“No please! I swear by Celestia’s name I’m just a scholar!” He glanced hopefully at the group. “Ask any of them, they know I’m innocent!” Nopony in the crowd volunteered, but the guard looked around regardless.

“Alright, fine then. We’ll see just how well they know you!” The guard scanned the crowd, looking for a particular pony to point out. “How about…” His eyes fell on Firefly, and for a brief moment, it was as if the pink pony’s soul was shattered.

“…you” He finished, pointing his hoof at Firefly. Everypony in the room turned to stare at her. She put all her energy into not bursting out into a nervous sweat. She didn’t want this pony to suffer; he was really innocent after all. She wasn't about to blame somepony else for the crimes she’d been committing, but she wasn't about to give herself up either.

“Uh, well…um…” she stammered. “You see, I just joined a few weeks ago, so I haven’t gotten the chance to get to know everypony….” The look on their faces instantly told her she’d made a grave mistake. The scholars now had a new fear in their eyes, but now it was a fear of her. One particularly courageous colt looked at her with more contempt than fear. He stared her in the face and said plainly,

“We haven’t accepted anypony new into our guild in months. And the last pony we ever allowed to join our group,” He pointed at the accused pony from before. “is standing right there.”

Firefly’s heart sank. She could almost cry at the conspiracy of fate happening before her. She was so close, so very, very close. However, before she started feeling too sorry for herself, instinct kicked in, and she slowly reached for a book on the shelf behind her.

“Wait a darned minute…” The guard said suddenly, staring at the Assassin’s insignia embroidered on Firefly’s flank. “I’ve seen that symbol somewhere before…” The guard behind him notched a bolt into his crossbow and began to pull the string back. Suddenly, the guard’s eyes went wide with realization.

“Hold on! You’re an-” Before the guard could finish the sentence, Firefly hurled the heavy tome in his direction, striking him square in the forehead. As he fell to the ground, the guard behind him quickly took aim with his crossbow and fired. Firefly grabbed another heavy book and held it in front of her in defense. With a dull noise she felt the bolt embed itself into the book's thick leather cover. She wasted no time in tossing that book at the other guard as well, who expectantly ducked under it and removed another crossbow bolt from his quiver.

“Guards!” He shouted. “We have an intruder! Attend!” The assassin leapt across the room, onto a table top, then a bookshelf. She heard the sound of three more bolts pierce the wall around her as two other guards entered the room and took aim. She made a dash for the other wall of the room, jumping across bookcases and knocking them down in some cases, all while ducking and weaving under the constant stream of projectiles volleyed at her.

With a crash of wood hinges snapping, she burst through a window and onto the top of the mansion. Instantly, numerous sentries positioned atop the roof locked onto her position and began their assault. A heavy downpour of rain prevented any pegasus guards from flying however, and greatly handicapped the other guards’ accuracy from long distances. Still, Firefly had to sprint her way across the roof, occasionally stopping to kick a guard down or dodge a thrown weapon. If she could just make it to the eastern edge of the property, she could make her escape into the backstreets and hide out the night in the shadows.

As she continued on forward, the sound of guards' shouting grew fainter and fainter. She outran even the fastest of their patrol. Finally, she was mere feet away from the battlements that marked the edge of the manor. Just a few more steps and…

Wham! Firefly fell to the floor faster than she could say “blunt force trauma.” She held a hoof over her face to try and see through the heavy rain, but all she could make out of her attacker was a faint purple glow. A unicorn levitating their weapon, which appeared to be a large...book?

“Hmph, typical.” The pony said as she approached the fallen assassin. Firefly recognized the voice. Why did it have to be her?

“A discovered assassin, and you took the most obvious route of escape.” She lectured. “If any of the guards would have thought to predict your path instead of giving chase, you would have been caught before you even left the building. No matter how great and skilled you may think you are, you're just another criminal, predictabe like the rest of them.”

Twilight Twinkle was now standing over her, her levitated book ready to strike. Despite the calm in her voice, Firefly could tell she was afraid of being so close to a killer. Out of the two however, Firefly was probably more afraid than her, afraid of showing Twilight her real self. An assassin. Firefly tried to get up, but an aura of violet telekenisis quickly pinned her against the ground. All four hooves, useless and helpless.

“No way you're getting away now,” the unicorn said. “Do you realize what you're doing with your life? How many ponies' lives you've ruined? You think you're fit to judge who lives and who dies?” It was clear by her voice that Twilight had been hurt by the assassins in the past, and now she was taking out her pain on her captive audience. “A pony's life is a sacred thing, and nopony, especialy not you, has the right to take it away. What did Golden Shield ever do to you?”

“I didn't kill-” Twilight brought the book down on Firefly's head in anger.

“No. Shut up. I don't want to hear anything you have to say. You've caused me, my friends, and my mentors a lot of pain, and I'm going to end it. You're not going anywhere for a long time.” Twilight leaned in closer.

“No! Twilight, don't-” Firefly sputtered.

“It's too late for apologies now!” The unicorn said, magicaly pulling back the assassin's hood. “You can't run from the law forev...”

For a long while the two just stared at each other. The only thing Firefly could do was try and express her imense regret in her facial expression. Meanwhile, Twilight's face showed different emotions; disbeleif, confusion, resentment, but most importantly, betrayal. Nothing could have prepared her for this.

“...Fi-Firefly?”

“Twilight, I'm so sorry.” Firefly said apologeticaly. “Really, I am.”

“But...Firefly....” Twilight's speech was broken. “You were...and I...” Firefly wanted to disapear, she never wanted this to happen, at least not in this way.

“...frirends....” Twilight sputtered. This time, the unicorn was the one who began to retreat.

“Twilight, please wait.” Firefly pleaded, but to no avail. Twilight cotinued her escape, staring as if Firefly wasn't a pony she'd known and housed, just some kind of monster.

“Twilight, please! Let me explain!” The unicorn quickened her pace.

“Stop!” Firefly shouted. Twilight turned and broke into a sprint. She was running for her life, as if it was in jeaprody. Firefly was left alone in the rain, staring at the place where the unicorn had run to.

Twilight's magic had faded away long ago, Firefly was only being held in place by shame and sorrow. She couldn't believe things had gone so wrong. She never wanted to make Twilight think she'd been betrayed, even if she did have Templar affiliations, Firefly never wanted to hurt her. It seemed that after all, Twilight had been right about one thing:

Firefly couldn't run from her problems forever. Eventually, life was going trip her, and the longer she ran, the harder the fall would be.

Chapter 1

Brotherhood of the Moon

Princess Celestia overlooked her kingdom. The image of a perfect ruler overlooking a perfect land. There was virtually no crime in Equestria, and through magic, any sort of drought or famine could also be easily overlooked. Yes, Equestria was in all sense of the word a paradise. But it had not always been so.

The princess returned to her suppressed thoughts of a time before, a time of violence and bloodshed. It had been a thousand years since that time, but some things never died. The things she had been driven to do and witness would haunt her for the rest of her immortal life.

"Princess?" a sudden voice shattered the princess' train of thought. She turned to see a castle guard standing in the door way of her room. "The celebration is about to begin." he said sternly. His face betraying any emotion he might have been feeling.

"Oh, of course… I'll be down shortly." Celestia said, coming into focus with the present time. The guard gave a quick bow before turning to leave. "And also, Captain?" She said to the guard as he left. He stopped in his place and turned back completely, offering his full attention. "Please try to lighten up, I wouldn't want anypony looking so glum on this joyous day." the guard hesitated, but gave another small bow before leaving. Celestia almost thought she saw a smile breach his defenses before he left.

And yet, the princess still felt wrong. It was almost as if she was telling herself to lighten up instead of the guard. This day was supposed to be one of forgiveness, forgetting the past to make way for the future. But she still could not shake the images of history from her sub-conscious. It was as if an omen was befalling her divine mind, giving her a glimpse of what was to come.

Outside Canterlot Castle, thousands of ponies were cheering loudly. Music was playing, colors were everywhere, all in anticipation for the princess. The courtyard was packed with bodies, there was hardly room enough to breathe. And because the only ponies allowed in the air were guards, the third of the population that was usually unaccounted for in terms of ground space was taking up what little room there was. Still, this did not make the spirit in the room falter; the place was literally explosive with anxiety.

Soon trumpets sounded an imperial fanfare, and anypony listening knew that royalty was about to make itself present to the common folk. The palace doors swung open, and flanked by two guards, out came the majestic Princess Celestia. Her long white legs moving toward the edge of the balcony with grace and poise. At reaching the edge, she lifted her head, spread her wings, and simply smiled to the crowd. The cheering grew. For a long time nothing happened, she simply waited for the crowd to die down. Eventually, the near endless supply of energy that was the ponies' enthusiasm cut low to allow the princess to talk.

"Citizens of Equestria!" she said with a gallant tone. "Faithful subjects!" she added. "And my dearest little ponies, thank you all for attending this celebration." The cheering’s volume subtly increased. "As you all know, this year’s summer sun celebration was very eventful, as it was on that day a thousand years ago that The Elements of Harmony sealed my sister Luna in the moon. Well, I am happy to announce that after a millennium of anger and regret, me and my sister have set aside our differences and decided to rule once again together, as it was intended!" the cheering again rose up to meet the announcement. But there was more to the princess' speech. "I am proud to present to you all, my beloved sister, Princess Luna!" the legionous cheering suddenly changed into a collective gasp as the palace doors once again swung open, this time revealing a blue haired alicorn of smaller size. Her fur was the color of the night and her eyes sparkled like stars. She timidly stepped out of the shade of the palace halls and revealed herself in the light. More confidently, she walked over to join her sister by her side. Up until this point, the crowd had been engulfed by stunned silence, nopony expected to see Luna so soon after the incident, especially at this time of day. But as she proudly stood by her beloved older sister and let loose the same caring smile Celestia gave them, the crowd's shouts of joy reached their highest intensity.

A guard at the gate angrily rolled his eyes at all this cheering. The biggest celebration Canterlot had had in a while and he had guard the door. No one was going to attack or intrude on a free to attend public celebration. The sky patrol hadn’t sighted any griffons or dragons anywhere close to Canterlot, but security always came first, even when it obviously didn’t matter. What’s worse is he was the only one! Every damned captain of the guard and rookie in training was inside enjoying the party except for him. One of these days, he wasn’t just going to agree, in fact the next time The captain asked him to do anything stupid, he might just shove his hoof down hi-

The sound of hooves striking stone snapped him out of his inner monologue. He looked up to see three ponies in hoods waiting for entry. They nodded silently and motioned for the door. Quiet guys wearing hoods, very suspicious, but their hoods were a clean white with the image of the Princess’ sun on their sides and saddlebags. The guard figured they must have been political officials who just didn’t like sunlight.

“Oh, you guys want in?” he said stupidly. Of course they wanted in. He almost thought he saw one of them put their hoof to their face in shame for his comment. “Well that’s okay, you guys are bit late, but the party’s just getting started. I’ll just need a name from you all and you can go right in.” He said. The three looked at each other. A mental debate passing between them that the guard was oblivious too. They all nodded to the one closest to the guard and he reached into his saddlebags. “What, do you guys have ID ca-” the guard was cut short from being stabbed through the neck.

"Thank you again for organizing all this just for me." Luna said to her sister in a hushed tone. "I really don’t deserve this praise after the horrible things I did." she added, a light blush showing at her modesty.

"Oh this was nothing at all" Celestia replied, titling her head to look at her sister while still paying ample attention to the crowd. "And you deserve nothing less little sister, you made a bad choice, but you are still family, and family is forever." she said smiling brighter. Luna simply could not believe this was all happening. She had expected there to be doubt, in the position of a common pony, she would not have welcomed back the monster who had kidnapped her princess and threatened to take over so eagerly, and especially not throw a party in her honor. These ponies were so understanding though, she didn't know what Celestia did, but her subjects were so much kinder than Luna remembered.

"Well, I'm happy to finally be back." Luna replied. "Maybe now we can finally have some peace and quie-" A sudden rush of air made Luna stop mid-sentence. Behind her, an arrow was now embedded in the wall, with a label dangling from its end. The label bore an image of a burning sun. Luna noticed something else though, her mane had been cut. The arrow flew mere inches from her body. Whoever fired it, had been aiming for her head.

The royal guards did not give the archer another chance to shoot. Without missing a beat, they surrounded the princesses. Pegasi took to the air, earth ponies formed barriers from all sides of the court. A group of unicorns gathered round to finish the procedure with a shielding spell for the two royals. This was all before the crowd could come out of their stunned silence. Screams shot out as another arrow dived into a guard pony's skull, dropping him to the floor, lifeless. The shielding spell protected the princesses from any further arrows though, the assailant had failed. At this, a voice filled the courtyard.

"Subjects of Equestria!" said the voice, obviously enhanced by magic, but having no clear source. "Do not be fooled by the humble pony before you! Luna is a dangerous tyrant, and must be eliminated! Do not fall for the tricks of the moon! This evil will be purged from the world! So says the Flames of the Sun!" With that, the voice died, and the crowd's screams increased. All Luna could do was look at her sister through her protective crystal. She was meet with the same worried look. Celestia could not hear her sister in her case, but she did see the look of mortal fright on her sister's face, and saw her mouth "They're back."

It was a dark night in Ponyville. In a cloud home above the village, Rainbow Dash was getting herself ready for bed. It had been a long day and she was tired, not that she did much of work, but man had she practiced flying. Today had been a very practice-centric day in particular; she had virtually ignored her friends and spent more time in the air than she had on the ground. Regardless of whether or not today could count as a hard day’s work, she was tired, and nothing would ruin the comfort that sleep provided.

As if answering her invitation to intrude, a knock on the door forced Dash out of her bed and to her front door.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" she said with a cranky tone as the knocking continued. She unlocked the door to see a hooded pegasus standing outside her door. Behind him was a similarly dressed pegasus. Both wore a sun on their sides.

"Are you the pony they call Rainbow Dash?" the strange pony asked. It didn't take a genius to figure out the oddity of such a question, but just being suspicious didn't feel like taking enough action to Rainbow. She placed her hoof back on the door.

"Yes...why?" The hooded one lunged for her. Already prepared, Rainbow slammed the door on him, catching him halfway through. Spinning around, she grabbed a nearby broom and kept turning to bring it down on his head, knocking him unconscious. The second pony burst through the door, saw his ally, and attacked. He thrusted his hoof at her in a punch, but still riding the instinct of before, Rainbow caught his hoof, twisted it, and brought the broom handle up into his face. With a bloody snout, he went down.

And then, realization struck her. Rainbow Dash had just knocked out two strange assailants that had tried to hurt her, using self-defense techniques she never learned. They were bigger and stronger than her, but she had disabled them. She didn't even know how, it just felt right, like a current had been sweeping her in the right direction. She might have spent all night there, just looking at what she'd just done, had a window upstairs not broken with a crash. There were more. Soon a pony came down her stairs and stood stunned, looking at her, then to his allies, then back to her, back and forth for a while. A different kind of instinct took over Dash at that moment. Run. She made a dash for her door, hearing the pony quickly follow. Taking to the sky, she escaped her house at a speed no normal pegasus could match.

Rainbow Dash landed in the main section of Ponyville. She could fly no longer, already tired from all day, her wings simply could not sustain her anymore. Still, she needed to find somewhere safe. At this hour there was probably only one pony awake, and her house happened to be closest. Dash ran to the large hollow tree near the center of town, the Books & Branches Library. Not even stopping to knock, she burst through the door. “Twilight!” she yelled. Inside the library she did not find the purple unicorn, but she did find three more of the strange hooded ponies. Skidding to a halt, she ran out the door just as fast as she entered. The three gave chase soon afterwards, calling out for her to stop and for someone to catch her.

Dash hadn’t entertained the thought very often, but there was no denying what she felt right now; Fear. Strange ponies going after her was one thing, but if they had already been to Twilight’s house, and considering she had not seen her friends all day, this whole mess might have had something to do with the Elements of Harmony. She shuddered to think of what could have happened to all her other friends. She had to find them, make sure they were safe, but first she had to get away from her pursuers, and that was not going so well. Dash often took pride in her speed, but the fact was she was tired, and she needed energy to move as fast as she did. Fate working against her, two more hooded ones appeared in front of her, and she collapsed to the floor, falling into an exhaustion fueled sleep.

Rainbow Dash woke up in a bed. A strange thing, considered where she had fallen asleep. She got up woozily, not yet fully awake. “What a weird dream…” she said to herself, before actually opening her eyes and looking at the room around her. It was very comfortable; everything was a royal purple or a shimmering gold. She could see a small breakfast laid out for her on a bedside table. Needless to say, this was not her room. Remembering the ponies from last night, she quickly fell out of the bed like it was alive. Now realized of her situation, Dash looked around for somewhere to go, a vent, a window, anything. The only opening in the room however, was the front door. “Maybe if I can just run through fast enough…” Dash thought to herself. It was a stupid plan, but her only option at this point. She threw open the door and lunged for the hall at top speed, only to smack right into the back of the pegasus guarding her door. He turned around calmly as if someone had thrown a paper ball at his head.

“Oh, you’re awake. Did you eat yet?” The guard asked calmly.

“Get out of my way! Or I’ll…I’ll do something!” Dash said menacingly, getting into an aggressive pose. The guard simply gave her a tilted look, as if to say “What the heck is wrong with this girl?” Dash then noticed something; this guard didn’t look like the ponies from last night. This was a stark white pegasus in shining gold armor with a blue star emblem. And the room she was just in, with all the imperial colors and metals. It hadn’t crossed her mind in the shock of being captured, but the room matched Twilight’s descriptions of Canterlot Castle, and this guard was one that was loyal to Princess Celestia.

“Well…okay” said the guard moving to let Dash leave. “But the Princess wishes to see you after breakfast, so I’ll have to lead you right there.” Dash eased up and blushed a little with embarrassment.

“Uh yeah, okay…” she said, starting to walk out the door. Before leaving though, she suddenly remembered something. “But first…” she said returning to the room “I’d like to eat.” In all honesty, Dash was starving.

Rainbow Dash and the guard arrived at the top of a long flight of steps. Dash guessed it was probably one of the tall towers she’d seen when she came to Canterlot before.

“Okay, just through this door miss.” said the guard, motioning to the entrance to the tower’s top.

“Uh, thanks.” Dash replied simply. The guard, seeing his duty satisfied, left back down the stairs. Dash entered the door, expecting to find Princess Celestia and her friends waiting for her. To her surprise, there was only one pony in the room besides her. “Princess Luna?” Dash said with a mixture of shock of curiosity.

“Hello Rainbow Dash.” Luna replied simply. “We have a lot to talk about, I suggest you sit down.” The room lacked a chair though, the room was surrounded by bookcases, save for a few windows at regular intervals. In the center was a blanket with a pillow on the floor, and a chest next to Luna. Dash decided on the blanket, and sat down on the floor as the princess looked out the window worriedly. It was a beautiful day, sun shining, birds flying, a normal day in Equestria, but none the less perfect. The happy aroma did not match the air of mortal urgency the moon goddess had around her.

“Um Princess…” Dash began.

“No need to be formal, I’m afraid you can’t be worried about something like that at a time like this.” Luna replied quickly, as if they had little time to discuss her matters and were being watched.

“Okay…um Luna” Dash corrected, a bit taken back by the worried urgency. “Would you happen to know where my friends are? I saw some royal ponies at their houses like the kind that came to mine, and was wondering if maybe-”

“Dash…” once again she was cut off by Luna. “You friends are missing, and those were not royal ponies.” With this Dash’s fears were confirmed. Those ponies had not been the ones to take her to the castle, and they had not taken her friends here either.

“Then…who were they?” Dash asked, now quite a bit frightened for the well being of her best friends.

“Before we talk about that, we need to talk about something else, namely your past.” Luna said gravely.

“My past? Like, my life back in Cloudsdale as a filly?”

“Actually, not so much your past.” Luna said, turning to look at Dash head on. “We need to talk about your family’s past”

Chapter 3

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 3

It turned out that Luna was right; Dash and Firefly were very alike. They both had a love for speed, as indicated by Firefly's blue lightning bolt cutie mark, they both loved to cause mischief, considering the joy Firefly took in angering guards, and they were both humongous show offs. This became clear now, with Firefly jumping from several wooden posts in a not-yet complete building. She laughed as she pranced along them, the guards behind her struggling to keep their balance. After a third guard had given chase, Dash decided that enough was enough, she was tired of playing with these guards. But how to escape? Luckily, Firefly subtly nudged Dash in the right direction. A group of pigeons sat on a ledge, And Dash ran for it with all her might. Not stopping, she leapt off the edge and flipped gracefully into a bale of hay. The guards above lost sight of her. She could hear them asking where she went, looking down the ledge. After a while they gave up and returned to their posts.

"He he he, suckers..." Dash laughed to herself, climbing out of the hay pile and into the busy street. "It's getting late, Maybe I should go get some shut-eye." Dash thought to herself.

"Returning home would be a good idea, especially since I'm getting an energy spike around the corner from Firefly's house. It's probably the start of a very prominent memory." Luna spoke in Dash's mind. "I'll highlight the spot in The Animus." A soft glow emanated from an alley way nearby. It turned out Dash was close to home already, so she turned into the alley. The spot in which the memory started was a glowing white cone, swirling with tendrils of light, but seemingly invisible to everyone besides her.

As soon as Dash stepped into the white spot, Firefly re-gained full control. Dash was once again put in a spectator position for the beginning of the memory. Turning the corner, Dash spotted the familiar door of her ancestor's home, but something was off. Two guard ponies stood at the door, as if to deny entry. A white unicorn with a golden mane and beard walked out of the home wearing extravagant clothing. Firefly retreated back to the alleyway. A Unicorn? In Hoofington? What reason could he possibly have to be in the village, much less her home?" Firefly tried her best to listen to him talk.

"Well," the unicorn said in an regal tone. "That was a bit messy, but the job is done at last. I'll need you two to get someone to wash this though, ugh, so disgusting." the unicorn wiped at a red stain on his clothing. A reddish-brown stain, the color of dried blood? Oh no.

"Shall we stay here the night sir?" asked one of the guards.

"Heavens no! I'll need you two to escort me back to Canterlot, who knows what these pathetic peasants will attempt. Besides, no one will come here, I'll send a group tomorrow to clean up."

"As you wish Sire." the guards said bowing to him, then following him as he walked away. Dash once again had control, and ran to the door as quickly as she could.

"Mom? Dad!" she spouted absentmindedly as she burst through the door. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but no one was inside.

"Dash" said Luna, chiming in. "The Animus allows you a heightened sense of perception, try focusing on seeing past your surroundings." Dash thought hard, she stared at the walls, trying what Luna suggested. "No, really concentrate!" Luna said. Dash tried harder, she closed her eyes and just stood there, focusing. Just when she was sure nothing was happening, she opened her eyes, only to see the room very different. Everything was in a darkened shade of navy blue, while certain things glowed. Dash herself glowed blue, and the desk in the room had certain papers glowing white. Dash picked them up and examined them to find not astrology maps or reports, but some sort of blueprint for an extending gadget. Deciding they were important, Dash stored them for latter.

The other glowing part of the room was the door to the next room, and a set of hoof prints leading into it. It did not look good, but she had to look inside, it was important. Expecting the worst, Dash opened the door to the kitchen and gasped. Starry Skies, Firefly's mother, lay on the floor lifeless, a pool of blood forming around her. Dash could see the green hoof of Firefly's father lying on the other side of the table. It was too much to bear; Firefly seized control once again, and ran to her mother. "Mom!" she yelled, turning her mother's head to face her, but her eyes were closed, her skin cold, a bloody wound cut into her stomach. A sudden groan from the other side of the room moved Firefly's attention elsewhere. "Dad?" she said hopefully, running around to see her father in a similar condition, but still struggling against the pain. At the sight of her, he smiled a bit, but the grimace of suffering did not leave him. Dash noticed he had a sword lying next to him, as well as a strange brace on his left hoof. Firefly dropped to her knees. Speechless, all she could do was nod her head no. But her father continued to convulse with pain, soon he would lose his touch with the world. "...Dad, no!" Firefly cried. "Please, no! I'm..." she simply could not speak correctly at the sight. Her father was dying right before her eyes and she was helpless to do anything but watch and pray. Using the last remaining ounces of his strength, Nightingale took off his hoof brace and grasped his Daughter's foreleg. He placed it in her hooves and smiled again. Then, with a great grunt of pain, returned to lying down. Tears now flowed freely down Firefly's face. Her father opened his mouth to say something, but naught but air escaped his lips. His eyes growing heavy, he settled on another warm smile, and slowly passed from the world, still holding his daughter's hoof tightly. "...No!" Firefly screamed between coughs and fits of sobbing. Her sorrow overtaking her whole being, reducing her to nothing but a flow of loss and mourning. Her parents had just been killed...and she could do nothing about it.

Where Firefly was overcome with sorrow, Dash and Luna were more shocked.

"...That doesn't look like an unfortunate applecart accident to me!" Dash exclaimed.

"The Flames most likely staged an accident later on to make their deaths look natural..." Luna said. "Still, I could never have predicted them to die when she was so young..." The two onlookers watched the scene play out; watched Firefly reduce to a crying heap and watched her parents lay still. It was enough to break a pony's heart. Dash tried to take control again, but Firefly wouldn’t let her, her emotions were raging. She still wanted control again, but Dash partly understood. She couldn’t imagine what kind of misery Firefly must have been going through at the moment. Firefly turned to the brace. Her father had spent his last moments giving her it, but what was it? Was it special? She strapped it onto her left hoof. It seemed normal enough, just an intricate hoof brace, what could it…

A knife shot out. Firefly jumped back a little at the sudden weapon, and it retracted. She tried to repeat the movement, and found that with a subtle shift in her hoof, she could eject and retract the knife. The brace was not just for protection, it was also a hidden weapon. Dash felt Firefly change. Her sadness left her, her tears ceased. All her drowning sorrow had turned to a boiling hot anger. Her father had given her this knife, she’d seen the unicorn that did it, and she knew where he was headed. She was wrong to think she was helpless before. She knew what had to be done; she wanted to make that white unicorn feel all her sorrow, all her pain, and then some.

She was going to hunt down this pony, and murder him.

“I…” Dash said, shocked at the sudden change of emotion. “I thought you said Firefly was a lot like me…” She was surprised Firefly would so easily turn to murder.

“She is, you have to understand this may shake her a little.” Luna said. “She probably isn’t herself.”

“That’s…nothing like me.” Dash said softly. “I can’t do this Luna! I can’t do this to other ponies! It's not me!" she pleaded. If she could see Luna, she would have looked at her with desperate eyes; she didn't want to cause other ponies this pain, even if they were evil.

"...Dash" Luna began. "Have you ever heard of 'the greater good’?" Dash mentally nodded.

"Sure, the good of the people and all that."

"Well, what is a life worth, if it’s compared to many?" The strangely cryptic expression was a bit to thoughtful for Dash's tastes.

"What if I told you, that if Firefly kills this one pony, she saves hundreds?" Luna rephrased. Dash thought about it. She would really be doing good by killing him then? If he killed so many ponies, is it so bad for him to die? It still felt wrong. Dash could not shake that feeling, but if it would save so many, maybe it was something that had to be done...

"But...I'd be just as bad as he is." She said

"No." Luna said as if it were a fact, not her view of it. "The Flames kill for power and money, Assassins kill for justice and protection. The Flames burn away to consume the world, while Assassins work in the dark to serve the light." A strange Dejá Vu feeling overcame Dash.

"That sounds...familiar, but I don't think I've heard it before..."

"I'm sure it will come up eventually." Luna said. "Now, we should get back to Firefly."

A day had passed. Wanting to avenge her parents as quickly as possible, Firefly had left the next morning. She still wore the hidden blade on one hoof, while her father's sword dangled by her side. She'd also packed food for the trip, some bits for the inns, and had stopped by the doctor to see if he had medicine for light wounds. He'd given her some smelling salts. They wouldn't actually heal anything he'd said, but they would numb the pain as if she would be healed instantly. She now traveled by foot on the road from Hoofington to Canterlot.

Getting out of Hoofington was not a problem, the gates were usually guarded, but luckily Firefly had connections. It turned out she had old friends in the courtesan business. She'd payed them a few bits to distract the guards with their "services" while she slipped through. After that, it was just a matter of traveling. She didn't have enough money to hire a carriage, and she didn't want to steal a cart with so many guards close by, so she decided to go the route by foot.

Unfortunately, her timing was bad. Leaving the city at mid-day meant traveling the road at night, with the nearest inn miles away. Dash walked the dark road, trying to not fall asleep while walking, which was surprisingly harder than it sounds. As tired as she was, she had to find some place to rest. She imagined what The Everfree Forest must have been like at this time, probably filled with even more horrible and dangerous creatures. The last thing she wanted to deal with was-

*Crack*

She froze. A stick being broken, the recognized sound of bad news. She reached to her side and unsheathed her sword. The bushes rustled, something was in there, and She didn’t think it was a little bunny.

“…Come out of the bushes!” She said through the hilt in her mouth. “I have a sword! I’m warning you!” She knew this couldn’t have been an animal noise, it stopped to suddenly, whatever it was, it knew she noticed them, and stood as still as it could. For a while nothing happened, Dash stood there with her sword out, and everything stood in place. But after a few seconds had passes, she heard a low chuckling. A dark brown colt came walking out of the brush. He looked dirty, and had naught but a hat on him. Dash noticed he didn’t have a Cutie Mark, probably never worked for anything in his life, which meant one thing. A thief.

“Well hello there.” He said with a rugged accent. “What’s a nice mare like you doin out alone in a place like this?” His eyes moved to the sword. “…And with a dangerous thing like that?” Obviously a pony did not hang out in bush in the dark of night to meet people and have a nice conversation, he wanted something. Whether it be money, or herself, Dash wasn’t going to let him have it.

“Just…let me pass.” Dash said, trying to look threatening while trying her best to keep her balance with a sword hilt in her mouth.

"Aw come on, you don’t even know how to use that thing! Holdin it in yer mouth like that, what are ya, a dog?" he laughed again, harder. It got louder as he went, or was it the sound of others laughing with him? Sure enough, three more thief ponies revealed themselves from the bushes; one even came out behind her. "I'm afraid I can't just let you go missy, not without a proper exchange..." They stepped closer to her, eyes filled with bad intention. She was getting boxed in, four against one, she didn't have a chance. She lunged at one, swinging the sword with all her might. It connected, slashing the criminal across his front hooves. Unfortunately, the leader had been right; there was a right way and a wrong way to hold a sword, and in her mouth was the wrong way. Her grip slipped, and the sword went flying with its target. He groaned and lay still, the sword impaled in his stomach. She was left with no weapon and three angry outlaws. "Why you little..." The front most one mumbled to himself, drawing a dagger and heading for her.

"Dash!" Luna yelled. "Do something! Use the blade!" Dash looked at her left hoof, she wasn't totally helpless after all, the knife was still there. The rough pony lunged, dagger in one hoof, murder in his eyes. This was her opening, this was where she had to act.

She hesitated. Dash was still not ready to willingly plunge a knife into a pony's heart and take his life. Her attacker did not, however, give her more time to think. With a sickening squelch, Dash heard the dagger enter her body, felt it penetrate her innards, saw her vest reveal a slowly growing red stain. The burning pain shot through her mind, she felt herself struggling to breathe. He assailant retracted his knife, now bloody red, and let Dash fall to the ground. She coughed, bright red splattering the ground. Her breathing quickened its pace, and she felt the tug of death pull at her consciousness. She tried to hold on, tried to keep herself awake from the eternal slumber, but fate was strong, and with a pathetic gasp, she let go of her last breath, and slipped away from the living world....

DESYNCHRONIZATION

The words seemed to appear from nowhere, but their presence was in no way subtle. No matter where Dash looked, they were in her central field of vision. The world began to shake, the ground made a horrible rumbling sound. White lines boxed in sections of the area, as if the world was built on a grid system. The air seemed to flash red like an alarm. Dash looked ahead, and saw the road ahead of her breaking, bit and pieces being pulled into a violently expanding white void. The wall of destruction drew nearer, and consumed the thieves, then her sword, then Dash herself.

Then, nothingness. A clear white slate of nothing. Dash found herself standing on a perfectly blank plane that seemed to go on forever. Before she could even begin to process her existence however, the world rebuilt itself around her. The dark forest returned, the thieves appeared again, along with her sword and the pony impaled with it. She found herself standing again, the head thief looking angry once again.

"Why you little..." The thief said again, re-drawing his now clean dagger. Once again, he made movements to harm her, threateningly approaching her well-being. He thrusted the dagger once again, searching to impale her with it.

"This is how the past world works Dash." Said Luna. "You either fight, or you die. It's a dog-eat-dog world” The thief seemed to understand that perfectly well. Dash took a deep breath, and did not wait this time to take the offensive.

*Clang!*

The sound of metal striking metal rang out in the air of the quiet forest. The thief’s expression changed from one of hatred, to one of surprise when Dash brought up her hoof to knock the dagger away with the front of her brace. Her hoof still up, she exposed the hidden blade and brought it across her attacker's neck, slicing his jugular. With a spatter of red, he spun and fell to the ground lifeless, his face still one of utter shock. The other two thieves advanced, their own daggers flashing in the moonlight. Dash sidestepped to avoid the attack from behind and in front, and slashed at the thief behind her's hoof. Grabbing the dagger he dropped, she plunged it into his neck and kicked him down, turning to deflect the last one's knife. With another kick, she knocked the air out of him, and thrusted her blade into his chest, right at the heart. His eyes rolled back as he fell over and died.

Once again, the forest became utterly silent. Her four attackers now lay dead at Dash's hooves, blood stained the ground, and she herself had sputters of red on her clothes and blade. Still, she was alive, and that was all that mattered. Even though they were cruel ponies, Dah felt like leaving them dead was not right. She wanted to offer something, even a passing phrase, just to prove to herself that she was not as cold-blooded as they were. Nothing came to her, but Firefly knew just what to say, her father's native language becoming readily available for Dash's speech.

"...Requiescat in pace...." she said softly, retrieved her fallen sword, and began on her way once again, the glittering city of Canterlot waiting for her.

Chapter 15

Brotherhood of the Moon
Chapter 15

From the white void, a city arose and stabilized in a matter of moments. Luna had explained to Dash that the end of Firefly’s adventures in Canterlot had marked the end of a section in Dash’s genetically archived ancestral memory sequences, refereed to more conveniently as a “memory sequence”. This meant the Animus now had to begin processing another large memory block, and thus needed to recalibrate its visual and sensory outputs. Thus, as soon as Firefly had finished her last sentence, the Animus’s world decompiled in its usual destructive and violent fashion. After a few moments, Dash found herself in a familiar position, hovering above an old Equestrian town as it seemed to explode backwards; pieces of wood and building material flying from various directions into sturdy structures. Roads grew from the floor, city blocks formed from the raw ether surrounding them, entire landscapes molded themselves from the blank, unedited ground. As the construction finished its final adjustments, a header in the top right of Dash’s field of vision established her current setting:

Trottingham. Year 11 OE.

Firefly was walking along with a relaxed pace. She was keeping little about her secret in the new town: her hood was down, exposing her bright face and making her identity quite public, and yet her flank still bore the mark of The Brotherhood of the Moon, the red assassin insignia standing out with sharp contrast to her white garments and brown pockets and weapon sheathes. In this new environment, she had no reputation, and intended to enjoy her short moments of anonymity before the local law enforcement began the inevitable spread of her bounty. As of now, she was nopony, and knew well that she should be grateful now that her status remained that way.

Her eyes were filled with wonder as she explored her new environment; the city’s expansive landmarks and marvels gave her both a sense of amazement for their beauty and frequency, as well as a dire feeling of hopelessness for her quest. The final words of the late Golden Shield, though extremely helpful and inspiring, were quite nonspecific when Firefly began to contemplate her next moves. He had given her a city, and considering that her range of search before she learned this fact encompassed the entire known world, this had narrowed her choices down by an incredible amount. But still, Trottingham was a quite large commercial center for Equestria and neighboring countries, and finding an artifact that she knew only by a name would prove extremely difficult.

Trottingham would take Firefly some getting used to, as it was quite different from Canterlot or Hoofington. The city itself was a very large town, however its buildings did not tend to raise very high, save for a few exceptions found few and far between. It had been established on a generally flat area of land, and was surrounded by plains and small lakes along its outer edges. The architecture was very cubical, made up of mostly strait lines and 90 degree angles, allowing the city to be split up into conveniently simple city blocks

Luna decided to establish some knowledge of their new setting, and began to dictate facts about Trottingham from one of her books. Like Canterlot, Trottingham was split into sections based around its social classes, but unlike the Equestrian capital, the areas specified by the gerrymandering did not form rings like they did in the richer city, partly due to Trottingham’s asymmetrical shape. The western half of the city was known as the market district; as it largely composed of outdoor markets and bazaars where various vendors from all over the globe would come to buy, sell, and trade their products. The northern section was the imperial district, where most of the government and political buildings were located. Not completely unrelated, this area was also where most of the wealthier and high-class citizens of Trottingham resided. The last district was to the south: the residential district. It was referred to as such only because the housing industry was probably the most successful one in the area. In reality the southern district served only contain what the other two districts would not; namely the city’s poverty. The area held the slums and back-alleys that simply would not fit anywhere else in the city. If Dash had to make a guess, she’d say the local assassin guild headquarters was also most likely located there.

Moving her attention back to the past, Dash focused back on Firefly, who was still pacing through a vendor’s market on Trottingham’s Mane Street. All types of shops lined the road, and a particular one seemed to catch the young assassin’s eye. She saw something shine at the edges of her sight, and turned to see a rather decorative sword hanging on display along the side wall of a blacksmith’s shop. The hilt of the blade was wrapped in ribbons of solid gold; the delicately beautiful metal strips twisting around each other in a gracefully complicated pattern to converge at the sword’s hold. Shining rubies embedded in the soft metal twinkled in the light, and thin lines were engraved all along the hilt and the length of the blade, carving intricate patterns into the weapon and giving it an awe inspiring glow that instilled amazement to any and all onlookers gazing at the sword.

“Ah, I see ya’ve taken an interest in that Celestial Captain’s Saber, have ya lass?” A gruff voice suddenly broke Firefly’s trance. The smith had made his way over to her from his anvil, and was admiring the sword with her. “A fine choice of weapon indeed! This here blade’s the very same used by the Generals and Admirals of Princess Celestia’s royal guard. Only the highest and most prestigious officers in Her Majesty’s forces have the honor of wieldin’ a blade such as this one, and the one I have here is in pristine condition. What do ya say, eh? Only 5,300 bits and this magnificent piece of metalworking is yours!”

Firefly dejectedly opened up her coin purse and accounted its contents. Over the course of her adventures, she’d accumulated a modest amount of 55 bits, nowhere near the price of the luxurious captain’s sword. Still, she still had the Horsyrian sword that Applejack gave her, and based upon prior experience, it made up for what it lacked in beauty with hard reliability and deadly fighting power. She gave the Blacksmith a regretful smile.

“As much as I would love to, I just don’t have that kind of money to spend.” She said.

The smith let out a defeated sigh through his jolly expression.

“Ah, I expected that response.” He said. “Seems these days the only thing people can afford is talk of riches they don’t have.”

“Oh really?” Firefly responded curiously. “Like what?”

“Well, there has been a rumor going around about Trottingham tower lately,” the smith said, leaning over the counter to talk with a more hushed tone. “A buncha guards have been searchin’ all about the place lately, some ponies are sayin’ that they’re looking for treasure.”

Firefly paid careful attention, this rumor was beginning to sound a lot like clue, and even if it wasn’t, a little more money in her pocket couldn’t possibly be a bad thing.

“According to the rumor, when the old dying architect Quillwind designed the tower, he built a hidden chamber in the top and hid all his money and other riches there, since he had no family to give it to. And, hidden among all the lost inheritance there, he also stored a very rare artifact that was one of a kind. Some sort of extremely valuable relic, locked away for anyone clever enough to find it. Still, those guards have been up there for weeks, and still no sign of any hidden treasure to be found.”

It seemed Celestia and Luna had smiled on Firefly once again. Her luck had brought her to the location of some hidden treasure, which, at this point, Firefly had no doubt was surely the Globe of Elation that Gilded Sword was searching for so desperately.

“If ya ask me,” the blacksmith continued, “Either those guards have their heads halfway up their flanks, or that hidden treasure rumor is a load of rotten apples.”

“Where did you say this was again?” Firefly asked. The smith donned a look of annoyance at the mare’s faith in the gossip, but reluctantly pointed a hoof at the humongous clock tower that overshadowed Trottingham.

“It’s said to be in the very top of Trottingham Tower, but like I said, it sounds like a buncha…” To the blacksmiths dismay, the pink mare who’d been in front of him a moment ago was now bolting her way down Mane Street toward the city’s colossal clock tower, a feeling of victory visible in her gallop. He let out another sigh and turned back to his anvil.

“Bloody tourists….”

With a grunt of effort, Firefly pulled herself up onto the windowsill and balanced. climbing Trottingham tower had been both tedious and time-consuming; the building was extremely tall itself, and it's deeper maroon brick color meant she had to clear the streets before she could begin climbing it, lest she be spotted halfway up the tower. However, she had finally made it up, and could now enjoy a nice and long needed rest. Climbing was next to walking in simplicity for her of course, but to be honest, her hooves were killing her right now.

She snuck around the rafters of the room she was in. The window had opened up to the open air above the floor, which was conveniently a jump away from the wooden supports the crisscrossed the ceiling area of the room. She suspected this to be one of the higher chambers of the clock tower, maybe even the room below the hidden-attic itself. Her theory was soon supported further by the sight of three Templar guards searching various parts of the room below.

"Bloddy 'ell, there's nothin' up 'ere but a buncha dust clouds." on guard complained out loud. "How much longer do we 'ave to waste up 'ere?"

"I dunno, until the cows start rising up again, captain said don't come back until we've found some secret door or something." The second guard did not look any more enthusiastic than the first about his assignment.

"Ah shove it, We've been fumblin' around in this old place for hours now! I'm goin' to the pub." The third guard headed for the exit.

"Captain won't be pleased if he knows we left early." the second guard said.

"Right now I couldn't give half a care to whether the Captain's pleased. The fat bastard can take his orders and shove 'em up his backside...I need a drink...." With his fit of alcoholic rage settling down, the guard left the room. After a short silence, the two other guards shrugged and followed suit. The room was now empty, which meant Firefly could come down and take a look around for herself.

The dusty room appeared to have been a storage area long ago; it was filled with crates covered over by both white linen sheets and a much thicker blanket of age-old dust. The room had one entrance and exit, with nothing else covering the four walls besides brick. To any normal pony, the room was obviously a dead end, but not to this pony.

A bit of concentration transformed the world inside the animus into a shining neon on a deep blue backdrop. Dash recognized the spell's novelty Luna had called "Eagle Vision", with had highlighted the room in glowing white outlines. The only strange thing about the heightened state of perception was the fact that Dash didn't initiate it, but she quickly forgot the detail in favor of one with far more presence.

On the back wall of the clock tower, one brick stood out from the rest of the wall. This particular brick was outlined by a glowing gold light, and shone more brilliantly than the surrounding ones. Firefly walked over to get a closer look at the brick, and now noticed a strange insignia etched into the stone. It was a sort of curved "A" shape, with a dot in the center. Recognizing the symbol as a crude rendition of the Assassin insignia, Firefly switcher her vision back to normal and pushed the brick into the wall a bit.

To her surprise, the brick moved in quite a lot, and triggered a line of loud noises behind the walls, the sound of stone moving against stone. Soon after, a section of the wall moved inward and pulled into the sides, revealing a hidden staircase to a floor above this one.

The hidden passage seemed like something out of a storybook, but none the less, the assassin ascended he steps and entered the next room.

When Firefly stepped through the old, cob-web ridden doorway, she found a surprisingly bright room. The circular chamber had a glow coming through it from a thin fabric sheet that acted as the walls of the room. From the loud grinding and clanking sounds that filled the area, Firefly could assume that this light came in through the fogged glass of the tower's clock face, meaning she was in the very top of Trottingham tower. How the building could house this room and still function as a time-keeping device was beyond her. In the center of the room was a large stone casket, adorned with a golden assassin insignia and an ivory skull in it's center. The rest of the tomb was littered with various pots and jugs, all shining with value and rarity. A few chests were also among the burial gifts, but suspiciously enough, they were already opened and totally empty.

"SUPRISE!" shouted a voice from behind Firefly. She quickly ducked to the side to see a golden maned pegasus drive a dagger into the area she was just standing. Without a second thought, the assailant made a second swipe for her, only to be meet with nothing but air once again as Firefly jumped backwards. The pegasus stabbed at her, but Firefly battered away her hand with her brace and launched a kick of her own. Her foot struck, but did little damage to the surprise attacker. With one final burst of energy, the attacker swung the dagger at Firefly with al her might. However, instinct took action, and Firefly reached up to grab her hoof as it came towards her. With her free hoof, she elbowed the attacker in the snout, punched her in the wrist to make her drop the weapon, and flipped the pony over her shoulder and onto the floor. Before the disoriented attacker could get up, Firefly was on top of her, her hoof poised to thrust 6 inches of sharpened steel into the white pegasus' throat.

The assailant closed one eye and braced for death, but suddenly relaxed, as if she recognized something. As realization struck her, her face became even more distressed than before.

"W-Wait! You're an assassin!" she said, regarding the hidden blade.

"Yeah, and?" Firefly demanded, her patience growing dangerously thin.

"No, you don't get it, I'm an assassin too!" she said franticly. "We're on the same side!"

"Prove it!" Firefly shouted.

The pegasus struggled under Firefly's weight for a moment, and pulled her left foreleg free. She proceeded to shove her hoof in Firefly's face, too close to even inspect it.

"...What?" Firefly asked.

"Look at the mark!" she responded quickly.

Pulling the white pony's appendage away from her face, Firefly now saw that the bottom of the hoof had a deep grey scar in the shape of an assassin insignia, just like the scar Firefly had been branded with when she was inducted into the order.

With a tinge of guilt, the pink pegasus lifted herself off of her fellow assassin and offered help getting up to her near-victim. The golden haired assassin brushed her light armor a bit, and re-adjusted her weapon holisters.

"Right," Firefly said, picking up the dagger and handing it to her companion. "Sorry about almost killing you then." Her ears lowered simply at the mention of almost killing one of her own. The other assassin however, seemed to have instantly forgiven her for the attack, and overcome the fear of being moments away from death. She was now acting friendly, and even smiling.

"Oh, don't worry about that!" she said happily, taking the dagger back from Firefly and sheathing it. "After all, you were just defending yourself! It's me who should be sorry for almost stabbing you in the back."

The peppy tone of the pegasus as she described the act of murder should have been disturbing, the pony seemed to radiate joy for some reason, and Firefly took no notice.

"Anyway, my name's Surprise!" the joyful pony said. "What's your name? You're new here, aren't you? Of course you are, because I know all the assassins in Trottingham, especially all the pega-"

"Firefly!" the pink pegasus shouted quickly, cutting the tangent short. "My name's Firefly!"

"Well welcome to Trottingham Firefly!" Surprise replied, jumping happily in place. "I'll have to show you around, maybe have a tour! Oh! And we need to throw you a welcome party at the League, oh I know so many ponies who will love to meet you!"

Firefly began to tune out the incessant flow of glee that came from the white pegasus' mouth as she gushed about how much fun they would have and all the things she needed to show and tell her. It might have been annoying to some, but Firefly found the strange pony's cheer to be contagious; it had only been a few moments, but in the time she'd known the pony, her overall mood had been lifted substantially.

"...with oatmeal! Can you believe it?" Surprise finished rambling. Out of context, her statement made little sense, but something told Firefly that even if she was listening, she still would understand.

"Right, well it's nice to meet you Surprise." Firefly said, her determination returning. "Now, I should get back to business, I'm looking for something important in here, but everything looks empty." Her goal had been lost in the momentary conflict and accompanying apologies, but she now put her priorities in order.

"Oh you mean 'The Treasure of Trottingham Tower'?" Surprise asked.

"Yeah, actually I am." Firefly replied. "Do you know where it is?"

"Uh-huh!" Surprise affirmed.

"Great! Can you show it to me?"

"Nope!"

Firefly's excitement died with the unexpected response.

"You can't?" she asked.

"Nuh-uh!" Surprise said simply.

"Why not?"

"Because I made it up!" She said, her expression still joyful despite the gravity of her revelation.

"You what?"

"I made it all up! There is no treasure here, at least, not anymore." Surprise explained. "This is an assassin tomb I found and looted a long time ago. When I heard the Templars were searching for something important around Trottingham, I wanted to know what! So I spread a rumor that the treasure was in Trottingham Tower, and then waited out in here for a Templar to come looking for it! That's why I tried to stab you, I thought you were one of the bad guys, of course I should've known they'd be too stupid to find the door into here!"

"So...the treasure isn't here in the tower?"

"Nope! It was all a big prank!" Surprise said with glee.

Firefly's heart faltered at the news. It seemed that the trail had gone cold again; she was left once more with a huge city to look around in, and little time to do so. Surprise noticed Firefly's decline in mood and jumped a bit closer to the hooded pegasus to try and cheer her up.

"Aww, don't look so down in the dumps!" she cheered. "I'm sure we can find whatever you were looking for before the Templars do. Oh! I know! Let's go meet the other assassins in the city and organize a search group, no, a search PARTY!" the idea of meeting other assassins in the city appealed to Dash. At the very least it would organize her sleeping arrangements.

"Okay," she replied. "Lead the way."

The white pony leapt with glee and pranced away down the stairs and into the shadows. A peculiar ally indeed, but a comforting one nevertheless. A friend was a friend after all. Firefly followed her down the stair case and out of Quillwind's tomb.

"So what did you say before about other assassins?" Firefly asked. "Is there a bureau around here?"

It was mid-day in Trottingham as the two pegasai walked down the road. It seemed as though Surprise had kept a decent standing with the law somehow, the two didn't need to resort to taking the rooftops, and instead walked in plain sight out in the road for all to see. Most of the city patrol still shot them both a nasty look when they passed by, and were stared at as if the police force was scrutinizing them just to find an excuse to make an arrest, but for the most part the pair could traverse the city in a civilized manner without being seen as criminals.

"Bureau? We haven't had one of those things in forever! I mean hello! Wakey wakey! Welcome to the future Firefly!" Surprise emphasized her point by trying to snap her hooves in front of Firefly's face to wake her up. She soon found it hard to snap without fingers however, and decided to just wave them instead. "We don't want to be that blatant nowadays. We've managed to keep ourselves on good terms with Lady Law, but the Templars still have it out for us. Just calling ourselves "Assassins" would he enough for them to try and throw us all in the prisons!" Her excited mannerisms attracted attention, but still, no authorities approached the two as they casually walked along.

"No, we have to split up a bit." Surprise continued. "Right now there are three assassin faction bases in the city; the thieves' guild, the courtesan house, and my absolute favorite-est, the mercenary base! In fact, that's where we're going right now!" It appeared that Firefly was wrong in her earlier assumption; that the assassin central place of operations was near the needy. Dash could still guess that the other two bases were there, but she noticed that Surprise was leading Firefly toward Trottingham's imperial district.

“Let’s see here…aha!” Luna said. “Surprise; veteran mercenary of Trottingham. She was known all around for her unusually happy and sometimes random attitude and composure. She thought of each assassin mission and kill as one big, fun, party game, and rarely displayed any emotion other than blissful joy. Ironically, her gleeful compose made it easy for her to blend in, as few would suspect such a cheerful party animal to turn a dagger on them while they had their backs turned. However, behind her cute face and child-like actions, she was a talented and skillful killer, and knew just how to manipulate her composure to get behind her targets for an assassination.”

So here she was, Dash though. Pinkie Pie’s ancestor, the last of her six friends to appear in her past, but present none the less. Dash didn’t even need Luna to ascertain this fact (though she did take note that the princess of the night chose to exclude that one particular detail in her analysis). This could not have been a coincidence, she might have believed that her other few encounters had been, but now that every last one of her best friends was revealed to be a major part of Firefly’s life, Dash could not help but wonder once again what it was that Luna was hiding form her.

"Uh-oh" Firefly uttered. Ahead of them, the path went up a flight of clean limestone steps and stopped in front of a tight blockade of guards. She watched as a pony carrying bags of produce was stopped by the guards, told to present papers of identification, and allowed through only after levitating a formal looking scroll out of his saddlebags and displaying it in front of the guard stopping him. "I'm guessing that's where Templar country begins"

"Oh, don't worry about that." Surprise waved Firefly's worries away with her left hoof. "We deal with this sort of thing all the time. Watch and learn." With a sly look, Surprise approached a roughed up group of pegasai with heavy looking broadswords, battle axes, and war maces. The group look quite suspicious hanging around on a random street corner, but Surprise approached them fearlessly none the less. One of them gave a disgruntled frown as he saw her approach.

“Get lost snowflake.” He greeted her.

“Hi Bruise!” She ignored his insult. “I need you do me and my friend a favor,” She pointed over at the guard blockade. “Just go ahead and get those guards to run from their posts, okay?”

“Right, as usual.” He said reluctantly. “Can you feed the job though?” Surprise tossed him a few coins, all of which he caught with surprising accuracy. “Whatever, just try to stay out of trouble. Come on boys!” He waved his friends over and approached the guards. Firefly watched the scene unfold.

“Ey white-coats!” he shouted over at the bleached unicorn guards. “Lose your man-hood around here, or are ya just wearing the necklace to feel pretty?” Bruise said, referring to the overly ornate plating on the guards’ chest plates. A few snickers from his friends were added in for good measure, and sure enough, he caught the guards’ attention. The group began to brandish their weapons higher, showing them off in front of the police force. The guard in the middle responded with an unamused frown.

“You’re causing a public disturbance.” The guard replied formally, as if reading from a script of things for him to say to all the local ruffians when they caused trouble. “Cease immediately before you force the Trottingham guard to get involved.” The mercenaries laughed heartily.

“Oh, right, of course!” he said between chuckles. “Wouldn’t want to involve you lot, no. You might scratch your precious gold helmets!” At this point, the central guard needed to be restrained by his accompanying guards. He fumed at the group; obviously he’d had his fair share of verbal abuse from the poorer ponies before, and was frankly fed up with that kind of treatment.

“You dirty street rat! I’ll rip those wings right off your back!” He shouted angrily.

“Oh dear, wouldn’t want that now would we?” Bruise replied sarcastically. “I hear bloodstains are very hard out get out of one’s silky white coat!” At this, the guard, summoned a sudden rush of power, and broke free of the grasp of his fellow guards. The group of pegasi rain away at full gallop, bellowing fits of laughter as the enraged unicorn chased them like a bull. The other guards, followed in pursuit of their comrade, lest he do something he might later regret to some innocent civilian along the way.

And just like that, the entrance to the imperial district was left open and unguarded.

“Whoa.” Was all Firefly could reply with.

“Nice trick huh?” Surprise said. “It’s a useful move to know around here, considering the League is located in the fancy-pantsy section of the city.”

“This ‘League’ you keep mentioning,” Firefly asked. “Is this the mercenary base?”

“Oh yeah! It’s where I spend most of my time, and the largest assassin branch in the city; the Leagues of Pegasisters!” Surprise answered happily.

“Pegasisters?” Firefly said with a confused tone.

“Well, it’s actually called the ‘Leagues of Pegasi’, but I think ‘Pegasisters’ sounds so much more fun! Don’t you?”

Firefly’s only response was a resentful smile.

“Yeah, the League goes waaaaay back, back even to the time when Trottingham was known as Pegasopolis! All the peagasi lived in the clouds above here, and had to do whatever the stuffy old unicorns told them to do from their old castle.” Surprise looked up at the sky above them. “This city was actually exactly under where Pegasopolis was, but the unicorns still thought they owned the land because it was on the ground and not in the clouds. Ever since then, it's always been the League of Pegasi versus the Templar faction." Surprise let out a sigh. "I was born here, and it's always been like that, from day one to right now."

Firefly tool a few moments to take in the story. Another example of Templar cruelty, even in a time so long ago. By this point, it didn't surprise her.

"Anyway, enough of that!" Surprise said happily. "Here we are! Welcome to the League of Pegasai!" She gestured toward the large building in front of them. It was wider that most of the other buildings, and the outside was built of a polished green stone. Columns supported numerous balconies, and all the windows were open wide. Occasionally, a pegasus would fly in or out of the windows, in too much of a hurry to use the door.

"This is your base?" Firefly said.

"Yep!" Surprise responded. "And everyone in it is on our side too. Don't worry Firefly, we'll help you find whatever you’re looking for before those Templars do, I promise!"

Firefly smiled.

"Surprise," she said, throwing her foreleg around the other pegasus' neck. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."