For Honor and the Creedby Wayward ShadowChaptersChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 1“Urgh, where is he?” A strangely dressed young man said as he waited outside a convention center. The clothing of the young man consisted of carefully crafted wooden armor pieces that screamed ‘samurai’ and hemp and silk clothing that screamed ‘ninja.’ As for his impatience, he was waiting for a friend that he made through the MLP fandom (or bronies, as they have been called). Seconds later a motorbike skidded to a stop in front of him, the person on it almost covered in a black suit that had a hood covering his features completely whilst running down the back and out to the side were faint red lines. The figure then turned to the man before he said, “Do you have a Geiger counter?” “Mine is in the shop,” the man answered, before slightly scowling. “About time you got here, John.” “You wouldn’t believe what happened even if I told you,” John replied as he climbed off his bike. “If you say so, but since you got my curiosity’s attention, you might as well tell.” “I was on my way here when I was asked to deal with a hit and run incident. I was already in costume as I left, so I chased them down in my costume… they actually thought I was an Assassin when I caught them.” John chuckled. The man laughed along with him. “I can imagine that, but you’re right. It’s hard to believe. You ready to enter?” “I suppose so, just give me a second,” John replied as he reached under his seat and pulled out what looked to be a hidden blade and attached it to his right arm before he took the clip out his pistol, replacing it with a empty magazine and placing it on his right hip. “Okay now I’m good.” The two then entered the convention center and were immediately assaulted by loud noises and color. The man began fidgeting after a few minutes of exposure from the convention. “Nervous mate?” John asked. “I don’t do well in crowds...mostly,” his friend answered. “Let’s check out some of the less ‘populated’ booths. I might ease up there.” “You think so, we might as well try,” John said with a shrug before he added, “Actually you never told me your actual name.” “Oh, right. I'm Sam, and to be honest, I'm not surprised about your lack of knowledge of my name. I go to great lengths to protect my name.” “Which to be honest with my job I should have done,” John admitted with a sigh. “Everyone makes mistakes at least once,” Sam said. “However, our code phrase seems a good security measure for stalkers, changelings, and such.” “Like the Changelings are real, you really are into this too much some days.” “Well don't blame me for liking the show for more than its general cleanliness,” Sam teasingly reprimanded. “Most cartoons these days seem to be as filthy as a prostitute.” “And MLP isn’t at some times?” “That's most of the fandom and almost too subtle parts of the show!” “Not gonna argue with you there,” John chuckled. “Anyway, let's get looking. I think I'm starting to sweat from nervousness,” Sam said. The two began to carefully search the the various booths for the less crowded ones. Their search led them from one end of the center to the other, but no luck...up until they got to somewhere in the center. There, they saw a booth that most of the congoers seemed to ignore. Those that did look, they didn’t find anything that interested them and walked off. When the two approached the booth, they were surprised at the variety of items and the quality of said items there. “Can’t say this one lacks products.” Sam picked up and examined a pair of combat Sickles that were on the table. “I'll say. This is almost flawless!” “Almost too perfect to be honest,” John admitted. “Why do people always say that about my products?” A man wearing a red and black trench coat that had a bandelier running across his body from his right shoulder to under his left along with a cream coloured cloth belt that had a red cross at the end of it. “Because let's face it they look real, I’d even hazard a guess they are real,” John admitted. “Not far from the truth there,” The man behind the counter chuckled. “Why does this sound a lot like those Displaced stories I've read?” Sam thought out loud. The man then stopped still before he asked, “Sorry, what did you say?” “I said that this sounds like the Displaced stories I've read,” Sam answered nervously. “Be careful what you say about that, others may get ideas,” the man chuckled. “Okay, now you're freaking me out,” Sam girlishly squeaked. He composed himself quickly and stated, “To be honest, you sound like you know a few, like…” “Like what, or who are you suggesting?” “Delsin Rowe from “inFAMOUS Displaced.” Rings any bells?” Sam asked. “Ah him and old Nilsed, that story. He’s a fun one.” the man admitted. “AH HA!” Sam exclaimed loudly and did a small victory dance, but oddly didn't catch anyone else's attention. “John, you owe me ten bucks. Equestria exists, and so do changelings.” “Depends in what capacity” “It's just the fact that they exist. They may not be here, but they exist,” Sam gloated. “Would you like to find out in a ...larger capacity?” the man asked. “...YES, why wouldn't I?” Sam asked before he answered himself. “Maybe because I don't want to go alone.” He turned to John. “Want to come with?” “You’re one of the crazier people I’ve met Sam you know that?” “Hey, it's in the genes! Granted, said jeans are a size too big, but you get the idea,” Sam joked. “Are you sure you're both not crazy?” the man asked. “He did have a funny moment in his costume before he came here,” Sam said. “I’m assuming car chase with some criminals,” The man guessed. “He unintentionally got them scared for their lives,” Sam laughed at John’s embarrassment. “I wonder how much better it would be if I was the real deal?” John muttered under his breath. “So you want to come?” Sam asked. “It’s not that I don’t but I have commitments I still need to attend to.” “You hate those meetings. You told me that “Nothing ever gets done.” So, a permanent trip can get you away from that hum-drum,” Sam tried. “And I bet you think they can replace me in a day don’t you?” “And what if they didn’t need to?” the man asked. “Well that would solve it but guess what, that's not.” “Can be done in an instant. I can create a carbon copy of you both to live your lives, nobody would know any different.” “Again, sounds like a lot of those great stories...except they don't get carbon copy replacements,” Sam said. He then looked to John before he added, “Now, you have no excuse.” “Ugh, you’re a nightmare you know that?” “Yes I am.” “I guess someone will need to clean up your messes.” John admitted as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah...wait, what?” Sam shook his head. “Never mind. What do you think we should grab, sir?” He asked the man. “Well considering what your friend here is dressed as it’s quite easy to sort, you I don’t even know what to give you,” the man admitted. “So anything you like?” “My character is a made up combo of Orochi and Shinobi from For Honor, but while I have a genuine katana, I lack the combat sickles,” Sam explained. “So I'll need those.” He picked up said sickles. “I see, and your friend looks like he’s missing a Hidden blade.” “Nope,” John replied as he revealed the Hidden blade on his arm, “Custom job from the rest of the force, a late birthday present last month.” “What about that cloak or shroud or whatever it is?” Sam asked. John then looked at the wares before he said, “Do you have a suitable sword for me?” “Of course,” the man replied as he reached under the stall he was in and pulled out a large case before opening it to reveal a longsword that's hilt resembled a dragon’s jaw. He the passed it to John before he added, “Also I’d like to hand you some other things.” “Like what?” John asked curiously before the man slowly passed him a golden cloak, that rested below a strange glowing ring and a strange rifle that John recognised as the same one to which Shay used in Assassin’s Creed Rogue. “Those should assist you, just put the ring on as your friend pays okay?” “Sure I guess,” John replied as he placed the cloak around his shoulders and the sword to his side. “I think I'll also need these,” Sam said as he grabbed a few throwing knives, throwing stars, and a bow with its quiver and arrows. “So, how much or should I just give you my wallet?” Sam asked sarcastically. “Sure give me your wallet and all your ID’s I’ll treat myself,” the man mocked as he rolled his eyes. “How much would you be willing to pay for this stuff?” “All the cash I have on hand,” Sam answered. “All $120 of it.” “Heh, you really want this don’t you kiddo.” “Eeyup!” Sam said, doing his best impression of Big Mac. “I haven't seen anything new since my dad got his head stuck in a bucket while being chased by the family dog in his swimwear.” “Wow, you’re dad’s unlucky.” “He's not unlucky,” Sam retorted as he handed his cash to the man. “He's eccentric. When have you seen a 50+ old man dancing to 80’s love songs as if it was modern hip-hop?” “Okay then, I’ll be honest with you that would cover you both.” “Whatever.” Sam then switched his voice to match the Joker’s “And...here...we…” *POOF* The two vanished in a puff of smoke. A few seconds and one *POOF* later their copies stood where they were standing. “You two enjoy the rest of your day alright,” the man said before both clones walked away. ________________________________________ “...go,” Sam finished just as they appeared in a town that looked like the Laws of Physics decided to make ridiculous changes to itself. “Yeah! Timed it perfectly!” “Of course you did, well at least he didn’t make us faint like others do in those stories you loved reading,” John admitted. “Yup, a much smoother trip for the willing...mostly.” “Okay, so where and when exactly are we?” “Where, I'm not sure,” Sam began. “When, if the influx of gravitational forces and the complete topsy-turvy of the feng-shui is anything to go by, I’d say when-” “If you say Discord I will be punching you in the dick.” John admitted. “What if I said Discord?” A sinister sounding voice said from nowhere. “I know this is not Red vs Blue but… Son of a bitch,” John groaned. “Do you kiss you mother with that mouth?” The voice asked as a paw suddenly plucked his mouth off of his face and Discord brought it up to him with a magnifying glass. “Not anymore, she’s dead,” the disembodied mouth said solemnly John seemingly unimpressed by the assumed Discord’s actions. “Well, my apologies then,” he said as he tossed John’s mouth back. “I was not aware of her death, nor am I aware of anything about you two. Complete surprise on my part.” “Well we’d have never guessed that,” John admitted as he rolled his eyes. “Then what do you know?” Sam asked. “I do know that you are Displaced, but that's how I don't know about you. I can't predict anything about you two, but I can predict that the Element Bearers will come around that candy castle model in three...two...one…” On cue, the Mane Six showed up, but their appearances took the two off guard. All of them were anthro. Twilight stood at about 5’5” and wore what seemed to be a stereotypical librarian/college student combo. Rainbow Dash stood at 5’3” and wore a Wonderbolts sport jacket and matching sweatpants. Pinkie Pie stood at the same height as Rainbow, but wore short jean shorts and a light blue, sleeveless top. Rarity was about 5’7” and had on a snazzy looking, crimson, business dress suit. Fluttershy stood at 5’2” and had a green turtleneck sweater and a pair of jeans. Applejack stood the tallest at 5’10” and wore a set of jean shorts (not as short as Pinkie’s) and had an unbuttoned, red flannel shirt tied over a white t-shirt. “This was not what I was expecting, but beggars can't be choosers,” Sam muttered to John “Just don’t start Fanboying okay,” John whispered back. “Especially over Fluttershy.” “Okay, I get it,” Sam quietly yelled. “Wait to fanboy until things are relatively peaceful.” “Okay… and maybe we should move away from him,” John suggested gesturing to Discord. “Don't worry your heads about it,” Discord said calmly. “It's not like they managed…” He paused when he saw the Elements power up. “Well buck me upside the head with a waffle iron,” he said just as the Elements of Harmony powered up. “Hit the Deck!” Sam shouted before flopping to the ground limply. “Well never,” John replied as he quickly rolled to the side away from Discord. The Rainbow Beam of Harmonic Awesomeness hit Discord dead on, turning him to stone. The sudden cutoff of his powers to the environment caused the land to correct itself. Then the Mane Six lived happily ever after...Meh, as if. John and Sam ruined that by still being there. “What the hay! How’re they still here!” Rainbow shouted. “Why wouldn’t we be?” John asked as looked towards Rainbow Dash nervously. “You things should have vanished with the rest of the chaos when Discord...well...urgh, my brain hurts,” Rainbow tried explaining. “Heh, Don’t strain yourself too much,” John requested with a chuckle. “What should we do, Twilight?” Applejack asked. “I'm not sure if anything’s wrong, but they seem a bit dangerous.” “What makes you think that?” Sam asked as he twirled one of his sickles on its chain. “Ugh, you really aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed are you,” John sighed before adding “Maybe not messing around with those things would be a good start?” The statement caused Sam to break some of his concentration, the sickle embedding itself into his shoulder. Sam gave a small yelp of pain and put most of his effort into getting it out. Rainbow saw his slip and began bawling in laughter. John just pinched the bridge of his nose before he muttered “How was it this easy for you to mess up first contact with them?” “Can you blame me for thinking that they aren't the “shoot first, ask questions later” types?” Sam retorted back. “Honestly, isn't observation and questioning what cops are supposed to do before they pull out the cuffs or gun?” “And are any of them out right now?” John pointed out before looking towards the Mane 6 before he said “I’m sorry for our intrusion, my name's John and the clown over their is my friend Sam.” “Hey!” “It's okay...I think,” Twilight said. “My name is-” “Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity.” “Dammit Sam,” John groaned in annoyance. “What?” “I swear we’re not stalkers,” John replied quickly. “We're just fans of a show that, inadvertently, placed you six as the main characters, although you were depicted as quadrupeds, not bipedal with equine features,” Sam blurted out. John just sighed and placed his hand over his face before he said “I was right, you aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed when your fanboying.” “At least I'm not trying to hide the fact that they are, or were, part of a show that we know of!” Sam scolded. “I've seen how when Displaced try to hide that, the universe laughs and reveals that in the most embarrassing way! So, excuse me!” “If we’re deemed insane, I’ll make you regret this.” “I think Twilight broke,” Pinkie said, turning the men’s attention on Twilight. She was wide eyed and her hair seemed unkempt from brain overuse. Sam pointed at her. “If she and Pinkie weren't deemed insane, then we're in good shape.” John just stayed quiet waiting for one of the ponies to react to Sam’s comment. A few seconds later, Twilight managed to process what he said. “Why would I be considered insane?” “The only thing that I'm going to say is that you make a mountain out a pebble with a lot,” Sam said. “I...you…” Twilight broke more. Rainbow just started laughing again. “I haven't seen her this bad since the time she tried to figure out Pinkie's Pinkie Sense.” “Rainbow!” Rarity exclaimed. “Don't be laughing at her! This is serious! These things seem to know more about us than Discord did, got Twilight confused, and they're wearing the worst clothing to ever wear.” “Just because their not covered in gemstones doesn’t make it the worst thing possible.” John pointed out. Rarity instantly gasped and then was right in front of him. “First off, I was referring mostly to the head wear. Secondly…” She then decked him in the face, knocking him onto his back. “Do not say such fashion advice. I know more about fashion than you do about how to use that sword at your side.” “Do you know how to fire a gun or kill someone and leave no trace of you even being there,” he replied with a sigh. “I KNEW IT!!!” A blue and rainbow streak tackled John. “Trying to fool us into letting you get close! I nearly fell for it too!” “I’m a trained policeman, I meant that I know how to that stuff, not that I ever would. My job is to prevent that sort of stuff from happening… well it was before less than a hour ago.” “Like I'd believe that!” Rainbow shouted before something snagged her jacket, pulling her off of him and towards Sam...speaking of, he ended up getting a fistful of Dash, knocking him out. John sighed before he reached into his jacket before pulling out his old police badge and tossed it to Rainbow, “Is that enough proof for you?” Rainbow picked up the badge and looked at it. “Metropolitan Police Force? What?” “Ah yes remember what my friend said about us, take that into account about why you don’t know what it is.” “I didn't even understand half of what he said,” she snapped. “Any of you want to explain it to her?” John asked. Twilight raised her hand and answered, “I'll do it? “Okay… maybe in layman's terms for her sake though.” She did a pouty face, but complied. “From what they said in their argument and their more than awkward conversation to and about us, they come from another world that sees us as fiction. And John is part of his world's law enforcement.” Rainbow stood there for a moment before saying, “Oh. Okay...But I've still got my eye on you!” “Wouldn’t have it any other way, somebody need to keep an eye on us. Heck I bet your princess will order it.” “I mostly ask, but if you insist on it being an order,” a motherly voice said from behind John. “I should have seen that one coming,” John sighed before he said “Hello Princess, I’d bow but I doubt you’d want that.” “John!” Twilight shouted. “That's the Princess. You're-” “Not needed to bow, as he isn't a native of Equestria, or even Equis,” Celestia interrupted. “At least one person… or pony understands that,” John admitted. “Oh and Rainbow could I have my badge back?” Rainbow grumbled and handed the badge back. “Thank you Miss Dash,” John replied politely before placing the badge back in his jacket’s pocket before he turning to Celestia to see a 6’5” alicorn dressed in an elegant, pale blue silk dress. “Now that we are now more calm and collected,” she turned to Twilight. “They may stay here in Ponyville, where you will learn about them and their former lives.” “GAH!!!” The gathered heard before the rustling of a tree was heard. “I don't want a biopsy! I want to be left in one piece!” Sam shouted from within the tree. “Not going to question this right now,” John sighed. Celestia giggled a bit before adding, “If they want something kept private, don't pressure them, and don't go Frakenstallion on them.” “Yes, Princess,” she replied. “Thank you!” Sam exclaimed. “Now, how do I get down?” Fluttershy then quietly said something and went to the tree to help him. “How did he even get up their?” John muttered to himself. “I think that's something we can figure out later,” Celestia said. “For now, you figure out living arrangements while I get this new statue to the Canterlot Gardens.” “If I wasn’t aware of what he was that wouldn’t sound disturbing in the slightest… but I do so… yeah.” She giggled at his remark and enveloped the stoned creature and vanished in a flash of light. Twilight then turned to the John with a wide smile. When she did, everypony nearby took a step back. “Why am I feeling like I should be running a mile in the other direction?” John replied nervously. “Because you probably should,” Rainbow said. She then got close to him and whispered, “Once she's distracted, follow Applejack as fast as you can.” She pointed in a random direction and yelled out, “Oh my gosh! Twilight! A pony just decided to rip that book apart!” Twilight whipped her head in that direction and looked around frantically. “What!? Where!?” John rapidly took off as both him and Applejack ran away from the assuming crazed Twilight. Sam was soon just behind them with Fluttershy on his back, with him leaving slight after-images of them both. When Twilight turned around, her eyes twitched in annoyance from them suddenly vanishing. Author's Note Wayward Shadow: Took me forever to figure out how to get this published. The process of getting Google Docs onto this site has changed a bit, so there is my frustration. Also, the Dark Brony has nothing to say (for now). Chapter 2After a while of running, the two ponies and two men arrived at Sweet Apple Acres, each with varying amounts of exhaustion. “Are you really that out of shape Sam?” John asked with a smirk. “I wish I could say the same for you, but you aren’t the stereotypical officer that eats donuts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” Sam wheezed. “In his defense, he was carrying more than you,” Applejack stated. “And you're no longer the lazy writer, so we’re on a level playing field,” John retorted. “Go jump in a lake.” “Anyway, it's almost suppertime, and I would feel bad if I didn't invite y’all in for some grub,” Applejack said. “We wouldn’t want to intrude… well I wouldn’t.” John replied as he rubbed the back of his head. “John,” Sam began. “I should really tell you that Applejack’s mentality is much like what we Americans call ‘Southern.’ Basically, when an invitation is made, refusing said invite can be an insult from either minor to major. Am I close?” She nodded. “Close enough, but the insult part was a bit too much.” “Well I’m sorry for turning you down, most people are hesitant to let a cop into their homes where I’m from.” “I can see where they're coming from,” Fluttershy said. “Well shoot, that don't change a thing for me,” Applejack said. “Cop or no cop, you're free to come eat with us.” “Okay then, I guess I’ll take you up on your offer,” John replied calmly. “Sounds good to me,” Sam said happily. “What have you got to eat?” “Well, today was exhausting for a lot of ponies today, so a simple meal with chicken, corn, potatoes…” “Wait a minute! Did you just say chicken?” “Yeah, why do you seem so shocked?” “Ponies from where we are from are herbivores for one,” John pointed out. “And the show depicted you to dislike the usage of meat PERIOD!” “Well, whoever made the show is only half right,” Applejack explained. “Many ponies don't like to use meat, but that doesn't mean they don't use it.” “Rainbow Dash likes bacon more than anything except cider,” Fluttershy contributed. “That’s a surprise.” “You’re free to join us, Fluttershy,” Applejack said. “I do want to, but I’ve gotta go check on my animals after what happened,” she said. “Sorry that I can’t.” “That's understandable,” John replied in agreement. Fluttershy blushed and hid behind her hair before starting to walk home. Once she was down the road a good distance, Sam clapped his hands together and exclaimed, “So, soup’s on?” “Eeyup,” a deep male voice said from the porch. Everyone looked and saw Big Macintosh standing on the porch. He was about 6’2”, and wore very durable looking overalls with a white t-shirt. “About time you got here, sis.” “Oh hush, you,” she said to him. “I ain’t in need of an adult.” “She is a grown women… or mare. How do you choose to Identify yourselves here?”John said looking at Big Mac with his arms crossed. “It’s mare,” Applejack answered. “Anyway, let’s get some food.” “Agreed,” John replied. Big Mac held the door open for all of them as they entered. Once inside, they were greeted by a rustic farmhouse interior. In a rocking chair near the fire was an extremely old mare, Granny Smith. She was probably just barely shorter than Applejack. She wore what looked like the clothing that early American settlers wore. On the couch with a somewhat bored expression was a young filly, Applebloom. She was about 4’8” and wore denim shorts, a white t-shirt, and her trademarked pink bow was in her hair. Once she noticed that Applejack was home, Applebloom ran to her sister and gave her as big of a hug as she could. “I’m glad you’re okay, Big Sis!” She said, but she then noticed that John and Sam were standing in the room. She pushed herself closer to her sister with wide eyes. “Applejack, who are they?” “I’m John and this is my friend Sam we’re new around these parts.” Sam gave him a deadpan look. “You really had to do that cheesy Western phrase?” “Like you wouldn’t have.” “Oh my...just because nine times out of ten, I’m doing something stupid, that doesn’t mean that last one time isn’t intelligent or appropriate.” “And I doubt this would have been one of those times you would have been serious.” “Okay, I won’t argue with that,” Sam admitted. “Why’re you two arguing?” Applebloom asked. “Is it your special talent or..” “Hush, Applebloom,” Applejack scolded. “That was rude.” “Trust me, if that was our special talent we’d be on stage as a comedic duo.” John said with a smile. “Okay, now you’re making fun of me.” “No, no I’m not.” “I just...urgh,” Sam huffed. “No more about my intelligence until I do something actually stupid. Okay?” “No promises.” “Alright, and Applebloom,” Sam said, turning his attention on the filly. “To answer the hidden question you were asking, no, John and I don’t have cutie marks, neither can we get one, unless they are actual tattoos that are glued to our rear ends.” “Huh, okay,” Applebloom said in semi-content satisfaction. “So, it’s food time or…” Sam started. “Eeyup!” Big Mac said. “However, you two ain’t the only guests for dinner though.” “May I ask who the other guests are?” “It’s guest,” they heard somepony correct. Twilight then walked out of the kitchen. As soon as Sam saw her, he screamed and vanished in a puff of smoke only to reappear behind John in another puff of smoke. “What’re you doing here!?” Sam shouted, before thinking out loud, “And how did I just do that?” “I’m not sure about the second question, but to answer your first question, I managed to teleport here before you got here so I could apologize,” she said. “It’s too frequent that I get overexcited about learning about new things, and for that, I’m sorry.” “So you're not going to go mad scientist on us then?” John asked. “That may have been my first thoughts, but no, I won’t go ‘mad scientist’ in any way,” she said. “At the most, just a few scans for internal biology, some blood and urine samples…” “TMI, Twilight!” Sam blurted. “We need to eat, and I’d rather not talk about bodily functions, aside from embarrassing moments during or after a surgery.” “I swear that some people would think of you as a stalker,” John moaned. “I’m talking about the times like when I was getting a surgery to take out my wisdom teeth, shortly befor I woke up, my dad said that I was muttering something about orange grapes, and grape oranges.” “I’m not going to ask.” “I don’t even want to,” Applejack agreed “Then don’t ask,” Sam said. “I do have one question though,” Twilight said. “Do you remember how the surgery procedure was performed?” The meal was underway as Twilight seemed to have an almost endless amount of question. The two men were barely able to eat anything around the many questions that were asked about their English and American cultures. “So this “Idaho” is famous for it’s potatoes, much like how this “Ireland” is,” she said after they answered one of her questions. “Yes,” Sam said. “Now, I must ask for only two more questions. More answers are leaving my mouth than food going in.” “Okay,” she said, somewhat disappointed. “What did you two do for a living and what are you two dressed as?” “Well I was a policeman, of multiple kinds,” John admitted. “I worked with a mail service,” Sam said. “And now… well we’re two renditions of game characters.” “I'm a mix between an Orochi samurai and a Shinobi from For Honor,” Sam explained. “And well… I’m an Assassin from a Series called Assassin’s Creed.” John added. “What were those games like?” Applebloom asked. “You want to start with Assassin’s Creed, John?” Sam asked. “I guess I should since it’s the oldest of the two,” John agreed. “But i’ll admit it’s not the best game for kids to hear about.” “Why so?” Applejack asked. “Isn’t the first word in the games name a indication?” “Oh, right,” she mumbled. “Maybe you can give us the bare bone story and leave out the questionable details?” “So pretty much all the details then,” John chuckled before he added “the only bit that would be safe to tell you is that it’s focused around two groups of people with different views of the world fighting for their own beliefs, one side who wants to control everyone's lives and the other who believe in giving everyone free will. The main section of the game is based around people being able to see their ancestors lives which is used for the two opposing groups to find objects of incredible power, to reach their aims.” “In For Honor, the land is hit with a massive scale disaster that causes resources to become scarce. The three big powers, Knights, Vikings, and Samurai, fought over what's left until a relative peace settled over the land. A woman named Apollyon then manipulated the three powers back into conflict with each other, but more furiously than before.” “Land sakes!” Applejack exclaimed. “That's interesting, to be honest.” “Well I guess you do represent honesty,” John admitted as he shrugged his shoulders. “While we're on the subject of honesty,” Sam said, turning his attention to Twilight. “Do you have any guesses or theories on how I did that smoke puff teleportation, because in all honesty, I'm confused.” “Is that not in your game?” John asked. “Yeah, but that can be chalked up to illusions,” Sam said. “Just small smoke grenades and quick movements. Magic wasn't a thing in that game.” “Could be something to do with being here maybe?” “That could be a possibility,” Twilight speculated. “Does your character have any special abilities John?” “Not really they were almost completely human… well apart from Eagle Vision that is.” “Eagle vision?” Big Mac asked. “Basically it allowed to player to locate one target or a group of enemies from a crowd of people and keep track of them for a while, in other cases even track their movements for a while if they were searching for them,” John explained. “Do you think you can try it while I watch to see if your magic theory is correct?” Twilight asked. “As in Eagle Vision I don’t even know if I have that skill or how to do it.” “Never hurts to try and learn,” Sam encouraged. “Well do you know how I could do it?” “Maybe your first try can help you access your inner magic so that the process can be easier in the future,” Twilight suggested. “Just relax, clear your mind, breathe deeply, and envision what you described about Eagle Vision.” “...our kind doesn’t have any magic at all? There is no inner magic in humans.” “What happened to, ‘Could be something to do with being here maybe?’ thing?” Sam asked. John just pinched the bridge of his nose before he said “Who would I even track, it’s not like I’d even know if it’s working.” “See if you can locate Winona,” Applejack suggested. “I haven't seen him all day.” “Well I’ll try but no promises,” John agreed reluctantly. He then shut his eyes before opening them again before the symbol of the Assassins appeared in black as the rest of his eye turned completely white. He then turned his head around as he saw a lot of red markers around him surrounding one small gold figure near them. “Do you see him?” Sam asked. “I think so, he’s about 500 metres south of us and is surrounded by something, whatever it is looks almost human in shape from what I can see,” John admitted. “What?” Sam stood up and opened the door to look outside and saw what he thought were spriggans from the Elder Scrolls series. “Hey Applejack? Are there supposed to be wooden bipedal things in your orchard?” “Wood sprites!” She exclaimed, jumping up from her seat. She ran to what looked like a gun safe and pulled two one-handed axes, resembling the tomahawk of Connor Kenway, and a two-handed axe out of it. “Those goldarn things are always trying to expand their territory into our orchard!” She added while tossing the two-handed axe to Big Mac. “Eeyup!” The two siblings then ran out of the house. John then looked to Sam before walking over to him and Whispering “Did those look familiar to you?” Sam nodded. “The hatchets looked like Native American Assassin tomahawks that a Viking Berserker could use, while the larger axe makes me think of a Viking Raider.” “You don’t think that they could be or could have been Assassins?” “If they are or have been, they haven't acknowledged it,” Sam shrugged. “It could also be possible that their parents were Assassins and they weren't told.” “Should we ask them later?” “Yeah, but in the meantime, I'm going to go help them.” Sam walked to the door. John only nodded before he walked out of the house with Sam. Once they were outside, they saw Applejack and Big Mac fighting quite furiously against the sprites, despite being heavily outnumbered. Sam noticed that one of them was about to attack Big Mac from behind. Reacting quickly, he ran and then slid through its legs, tripping it up in the process. With the sprite’s attention on him, Sam shouted out, “I'll help Mac, you help Jack!” John only nodded before quickly reaching for his sword before running towards Applejack as he sliced two of the Sprites as he quickly span around his hidden blade hitting a third as he stopped next to Applejack. “I had a feeling you'd come out and help, not that I could stop you,” she said. “Would you have tried to?” John asked back as he decapitated another Sprite. “I ain’t gonna hold you back, if that's what you mean.” “Like you could,” John replied before saying “Applejack down now,” as he reached to his side grabbing his pistol. Applejack ducked just as he pulled the trigger as the bullet fired careening through multiple Sprites. “Hoowee! I need to get me one of those!” She exclaimed in amazement. John just stopped before he said “Wasn’t this empty before we came here?” before he shrugged and fired two more times each getting a similar outcome. A small explosion was heard behind them and a Sprite fell in front of them, somewhat charred and covered in nails, but definitely dead. “What in God's name was that?” John asked in shock as his hidden blade was thrust into the neck of another Spirit. As if in answer to his question, a Sprite stumbled backwards past him before it was snagged by a sickle and pulled back the way it stumbled from. “Umm… did you do that Applejack?” John asked. “No,” she said as she pulled a sprite’s head off with her axes. “I think it might have been your friend.” “Really?” John replied as he looked towards Sam to see him slashing furiously at the last sprite before he landed four piercing strikes and then slashed its head clean off. “Since when could he do that?” John muttered under his breath. “Wow, you both seem to know what you're doing,” Big Mac complimented as he walked closer to the group, wiping green sap off of his axe. “Not really,” John replied “I’ve never used a sword before today, I’m more used to using my pistol.” “Similar case with my sickles, but imitation can get you far in some ways,” Sam bragged. “Anyway, I need to ask you something,” John said to Applejack. “Well, go ahead. I'm all ears.” “Those axes you were using,” John said gesturing to them. “What do you know about the symbol that the actual head is shaped like?” John asked “Well, my parents told me it it was the symbol for the Apple family,” she answered. “But I don't know if that was true. I haven’t seen it anywhere except when you did your Eagle Vision thing.” John then looked to Sam before he said “Sam… should we tell them?” “If you want to. I'm not gonna hold you back.” “Being your sister isn’t here, I think you have a right to know more about what I’m based off and what that symbol actually is,” John said as he lowered the hood covering his face. “Know what?” Big Mac asked. “The symbol that was in my eye and the blade are the same, remember when I said that I was an Assassin, the symbol is that of the Assassin Brotherhood. If they belonged to you parents what do you think it means about them?” “Are you saying that they were these Assassins?” “It’s possible that was the case,” John admitted before he added “I hope I’m wrong with this next thought but… where are your parents now?” Applejack and Big Mac seemed to wilt in sadness when that was said. “They're dead,” she said solemnly. “Multiple stab wounds and a cross-like brand over their cutie marks.” “I think I know who did it… well what group did it anyway,” John said his fists clenched. “Well, who?” Big Mac asked. “The second of the two groups I mentioned before, the Templars… if they use that name, the cross is their symbol.” “So their murder wasn’t just random!?” “Like hell it was, they were likely killed for being part of the brotherhood… and if the Templars know who they were… how long ago was they killed,” John said quickly as he realised just what could be happening next. “They were killed shortly after Applebloom was born.” “Then they aren’t hunting you down anymore, so it’s likely that your family’s safe.” John replied “Or being watched,” Sam muttered loud enough for everyone to hear. Suddenly, there was a flash of lavender light and Twilight appeared. However, she was on her knees and there was a bit of blood on her arm from a nasty gash. Johns eyes went wide before he said “Oh god,” knowing what was transpiring, “Twilight, what happened?” “House...under...attack,” she answered before fainting. John just looked to Sam before he said, “It couldn’t be the Templars could it?” as he ran off back towards the house. With Sam following along, he added, “Speak of the Oni and it shall appear.” Author's Note This took me a bit to get published. Again, Dark has nothing to say...yet. Chapter 3As Sam and John arrive back at the farmhouse they saw that the main house was still burning as the duo arrived as John once again shut his eyes before opening them as he saw only one blue figure inside the flames blurring what he could see. “There's one person inside… no idea who, that means someone is either already dead or missing!” John shouted hoping that was the latter that was the case. “Granny! Applebloom!” The two heard Applejack yell out before she rushed past them and broke through a burning wall to save the one person that John mentioned. A few seconds later, she kicked the door down and ran out of the house with Granny Smith in her arms. John the looked to Applejack before he said “I only saw one figure inside… Applebloom’s missing or...” he then stopped talking. “Or what?” Big Mac said, having managed to catch up with a patched up Twilight in his arms. “Dead,” John replied solemnly. The two Apple siblings paled at that idea. “Those bucking BASTARDS!!!” Applejack shouted in anger. “Killing a filly before she even had a proper chance to live!” Before she could rant any further, an arrow with a piece of parchment on it hit Big Mac in the shoulder, sending him to his knees. “What the heck,” John said as he looked towards where the arrow was fired from seeing nothing. “Let’s check the paper that was on the arrow,” Sam suggested. “There might be something important on it.” Big Mac pulled the arrow out of himself and examined the note. “You guys may want to read this,” he said in concern before handing the note to John for him to read. Hello Last members of the Assassins, If you want to see little Applebloom alive again, give us the Honesty of Eden. Otherwise she will not be the first of your clan to be killed. This is your only warning. There was then an intricate symbol at the bottom before the words ‘Grandmaster of the Templar Order’ were wrote below. “Honesty of Eden? What is that?” Sam asked. “No idea,” John replied with a shrug “It’s not a Piece of Eden I recognise.” “Piece of Eden...What?” Applejack said confused. “They are powerful objects that I mentioned, but they normally are looking for the Apple of Eden from what I remember,” John admitted. “Why do I feeling that the Apple of Eden shouldn’t be hidden here at Sweet Apple Acres?” Sam said. “It would be too obvious.” “Besides if they knew about it, I bet they’d have asked for it by name… and the only thing I know of to do with Honesty is the Element stone.” “Applejack, Big Mac” Granny said. “Your parents had a secret cellar under the barn floor. If you want to find any clues for this Piece of Eden thingamajig, check there. “Should have guessed you’d know of their parents past lives or was you once an Assassin as well?” John asked curiously. “I wasn’t one of the ones that took assassination assignments, but my Eagle Vision perception was second to none,” she said. “I could sniff out traitors and Templars like it was nothing.” “So you knew what I was on about before when I mentioned Eagle Vision.” Twilight stumble awake. “Who knew what?” She asked groggily. “Don’t worry about it Twilight,” John said nervously. “I knew about the Eagle Vision, yes, but I said nothing, because, up till now, everyone didn’t need to know,” Granny said. “You WHAT!?” Twilight blurt out. “What did I miss!? And What is going on!?” “Twilight!” Sam shouted, shutting her up. “Get your act together and see about informing the Princess!” She nodded and vanished in a flash of lavender. John then looked to everyone before he said “I think we need to make a stand, Miss Smith are there any other Assassins still alive you know about that are in hiding?” “I’m not sure,” she said. “If anything, I was the last Assassin...until now.” “Okay, so we’re starting from scratch then,” John sighed. “Pretty much,” Sam said. “We’ve got a veteran, two new members, and one cop. And I won’t count myself, mostly because I may be assassin class, I’m not an Assassin.” “So counting yourself out of the Brotherhood then?” John asked. “I’m already a Samurai! I don’t need to align myself to another form of service to the people...or in this case, ponies.” “Do I need to point this out but who do you even serve right now? Face it you need someone to follow.” John pointed out with a smirk. “ALRIGHT!!! You made your point!” Sam snapped. “Now can we find what clues we can concerning Honesty of Eden?” “I guess so, Miss Smith could you show us where we need to go?” Granny nodded and carefully walked to the barn with the group behind her. She entered the barn and pointed to a large stack of hay bales. “The trap door should be hidden under these,” she said. “Now, I’m a bit tired. You go look through the place while I rest here.” She then sat down on a hay bale. “You sure it’s safe to be out in the open right now?” “Listen, I may be old, but I’m not defenceless.” She lifted part of her dress to show part of a hidden dagger strapped to her leg. “Just be careful, you're the only experienced Assassin here now.” John admitted as he began to clear the hay bales away from the trapdoor. Sam, Applejack, and Big Mac helped clear the hay until they all found the trapdoor. Applejack lit a lantern and led the way into the secret cellar. “What do you think we’ll find?” Sam asked, carefully trying to not trip. “No idea.” John replied. “Well, we should find out soon,” Applejack said. “We’ve come to a door.” Without hesitation, she opened the door and a bunch of torches lit up on all the walls. The light revealed a large, well furnished room. There were two mannequins (or poniquins, to be a bit more literal) that had Assassin uniforms that seemed to be roughly the size of Big Mac and Applejack. “Looks like someone wanted you both to join them,” John admitted. “Talk about foresight,” Sam muttered in amazement. Applejack, however, took notice of a note on a table. She picked it up and read it, bursting into tears part way through. She then handed the note to Big Mac, who then went to hugging her sister after he read it. “Umm… something we need to know about?” John asked. Big Mac handed the note to Sam, who read it loud enough for John to hear. My Dearest Children, By the time you read this, your mother and I, and possibly your grandmother, are already dead. We are (were) the last Assassins of this age. While we have kept you from learning of the Brotherhood for most of your life, one of our unicorn brethren had a vision of the next age...concerning you. It will be inevitable that the Templars will eventually come after you. When they do, it will be up to you and any of your friends (both of and not of Equis) will need to rebuild the Brotherhood. Do know, that your mother and I love you all with all of our hearts. Nothing is true, Everything is permitted. Your father, Applejack the Patriarch P.S. Your mother and I only had the time to prepare Assassin Armor and weapons Macintosh the Strong and Applejack the Honest. If any more decide to join, armor and weapons will have to be made for them. “Well, that's just peachy.” John groaned. “Quite a responsibility placed on their shoulders,” Sam commented. “Not like we had responsibility placed on our shoulders before,” Applejack said. John and Sam looked up at her and saw that she and Big Mac had already donned their armor, hoods, and hidden blades. “How do they fit?” John asked. “It’s as if Ma and Pa knew how we would grow and end up like,” Big Mac said. “I did find this in the pocket of my outfit,” Applejack said, showing a small piece of paper. On the paper were the words, ‘In all honesty, the Apple never falls far from the tree. Look to us when you need the Artifact of Honesty.’ “What could that mean?” “I’m not sure,” Applejack said. “They either mean their grave or...” “Yes?” Sam asked. “Ma’s jewelry box!” Applejack exclaimed with a snap of her fingers. “It’s stored in the top room of the barn and was larger than what she needed for what jewelry she did have.” “Hiding something in plain sight,” Sam said. “Simple psychology, works every time.” “No need to use those fancy words to say that it was smart,” Applejack said, somewhat smartly. “Trust me it’s almost impossible for Sam to make anything sound smart, and somehow he just managed to do so,” John joked. “Hey! Don't talk about my teeth like that!” Sam shouted. “I'm already aware that I have dental hygiene problems!” “What does that have to do with your intelligence?” “Oh, right.” “I should say that Sam ain't joking about Ma and Pa hiding the thing close to them being clever,” Big Mac added. “It’s common for Assassins to hide things, would you want your kids knowing the truth if it could get them killed?” John pointed out. “It makes sense,” Applejack said. “I may not like it or even want to do it myself, but it may sometimes have to happen. The truth can destroy as well as build up.” “That's true,” John admitted. “Alright! Enough philosophising!” Sam said. “Let’s get to finding the Eden piece and get Applebloom back!” Applejack and Big Mac nodded in agreement. The group left the secret cellar, and found Granny Smith still there, but dressed in a set of Assassin robes. “I knew this day would come. I couldn’t tell you, as I had to let you see to believe.” John then looked to the group before he said “I should be honest with you all. I think I may already have two Pieces of Eden.” “Ain’t no surprise there,” Applejack responded. “You wanted to keep us safe, just like Ma and Pa.” “Not to sound horrible to you, but you barely know me and Sam… heck we barely know each other.” “Hey, after that traumatizing incident involving haggis, you needed someone to help you deal with the odd yet frightening dreams,” Sam said. “I had to be that person. So don’t say I don’t know you.” “That never happened, you're talking about someone else,” John groaned. “Oh right, that was your brother.” “I think you were drunk and can’t remember but nobody said that.” “It’s not my fault that naps make me drunk.” “Break it up you two!” Big Mac warned. “Let’s get back to the issue we’re dealing with.” “Alright, okay! Let's get to the barn’s attic or whatever it's called.” The group, minus Granny, climbed a nearby ladder into the loft, finding everything that was there well organized. The jewelry box was on top of a few heavier chests, thanks to the organization. John just looked to Applejack and Big Mac before he said, “I think you should open it.” They had no arguments to that. They opened the jewelry box, finding a lack of jewelry, but the Assassin sigil was in its bottom. They brushed over the sigil and it lit up with an orange light. The fake bottom opened and revealed a bronze sphere with a small apple shaped slot. “So that’s the Honesty of Eden?” John said curiously. “I guess so,” Applejack agreed. “Ain’t seen it until now.” “So now what?” Sam asked. “Try to rig a trap in the trade of Applebloom for this?” “This isn’t our choice Sam, it’s theirs.” John admitted. “I think waiting for Twilight should be a good start,” Applejack said. Trumpets were then heard just outside the barn. “Well speak of Tartarus and it shall appear. I think we may have some help on this.” She then quickly went down the ladder to inform Twilight of her discovery. John could only look at her before shouting, “Applejack don’t!” The sound of combat was then heard. Big Mac hurried down the ladder to help his sister. John and Sam followed him out of the barn to find Twilight tied up like a turkey, and Applejack in a vicious fight with a few soldiers dressed in armor that had the Templar cross on it. Both Big Mac and Sam joined in to help. “I had a bad feeling this was going to happen,” John said angrily as climbed back up as he grabbed the Piece of Eden before climbing back down the stairs once again to the group before shouting “Stop right now!” as he held the Piece of Eden up. The fighting stopped as everypony and one looked at him. “I don’t know what overbearing idiot started this but I can tell you this, the Piece of Eden that is here is not real! It’s a fake for one thing if it was it would have done something as soon as someone touched it, however I will make you an offer, return the one you have taken and I shall not hunt each of your order down, and you don’t want a trained Assassin Master hunting you all down I assure you,” John bluffed. The Templar Knights looked at each other before a Templar Peacekeeper started laughing. “Nice try at the lie,” she said. “The reason why it won't work is because it is missing a component.” She then opened a pouch on his belt and pulled out… “How in all of known and unknown existences did you get your hands on the Element of Honesty!” Sam shouted out. “Let's just say, Celestia is a bit too trusting,” the Peacekeeper answered. “She hands the Elements of Harmony to a guard, and it gets handed to us. Bingo, Bango, Bongo!” John just looked to Sam before he nodded as he thought I’m only going to have one shot at this. “What do you want?” The Peacekeeper placed the Element back in the pouch. “There is only one thing I want.” “I’m guessing it’s not world peace,” John said. “That's the collective goal for all Templars,” She said. She then pulled out a small crossbow. “But for me personally, I just want you filth washed off the face of the land.” “I’m assuming you mean humans and not ponies,” John mocked his hand reaching towards his pistol, I might only have two bullets left, I better make them count. “How dense are you, Assassin? I mean filth as in all Assassins!” She pulled the trigger on her crossbow, as the arrow struck John in the chest right on his heart as he collapsed onto his knees. Sam's eyes twitched before they lit up in anger. “You!!!” He shouted before charging her and starting the fight anew. While he was busy with her, Applejack and Big Mac kept on the others so he could deal with his friend's killer. However before they started a gunshot rang out before the Templar Peacekeeper fell to the floor a bullet hole through her skull before John’s voice said “What was the thing about not fighting someone who’s got nothing left to lose?” as he stood up ripping the bolt out of his chest as the wound healed over and he walked towards the stunned Templars and stopped as he stood over the dead body picking up the pouch that held the Element of Honesty. “This is your last chance, put down your weapons, surrender and tell us where you took Applebloom before I start talking heads, and there are a few of you so it can go on for a while.” John added with a sadistic grin. As soon as The remaining Templars saw this almost all of them dropped their weapons and dropped to the floor shaking in fear. John then looked at the five that were still standing readied their weapons, “Looks like some of you are eager to die.” The five ponies all looked at each other as they charged John. He then quickly grabbed his sword as he decapitated the first, thrust his blade directly through the armour of the second almost as if it wasn’t there which caused the other three to back away slowly as John asked them “You willing to tell you what we want to know?” Two of the remaining soldiers looked at John before shouting “Not on our lives!” before charging once again only for John to thrust his sword through the neck of the first and shoot the second through the heart before he said with a smirk “shot through the heart and you're to blame,” as he turned to the last standing soldier. The last Templar, a Warden, looked around and saw the surprised look that Sam had, the shocked look that Twilight and the Apples had, and the fleeing forms of his “comrades.” “Maybe you’ll cooperate with me,” John said as he reached back under his jacket pulling out a revolver he knew to be empty. As he kicked the remaining templar to the ground as he just stood on him holding him to the ground before he added “ever played Russian Roulette, this gun has one bullet in,” John admitted as he span the empty chamber as it locket into place, “How lucky are you?” The Templar just started at John frozen in fear. John only smirked at this has he said “No answer, okay,” before pulling the trigger once as only a click was heard. This caused the pony to flinch before he shouted “I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Just no more!” John then looked to the others before saying “ask away.” “Where’s Applebloom!?” Applejack shouted. “What makes you think I know?” The warden replied. “The farm is attacked twice by the same ponies,” Sam commented. “It doesn't take Sun Tzu to realize that they are connected.” “Who?” Applejack asked. “I'll explain later.” “You think if I knew I’d tell you,” the Warden replied trying to show a shred a bravery. John only sighed before he leveled the revolver with the Warden’s head again before pulling the trigger as it clicked again causing the Warden to flinch again, “Don’t try our patience this only has three empty chambers left.” “They took her to the Catacombs under Canterlot!” the warden shouted out in fear. “That's better,” Sam said. “Now, is Princess Celestia and the other ruling alicorns aware of the Templar Order?” “If they were, we’d be destroyed for what we did today,” the Warden pointed out. “Back where we came from, such things happened and were either overlooked or there was a “reasonable” explanation,” Sam pointed out. “Then again, this isn't where we came from, so what do I know?” “Can someone untie me?” Twilight asked. “Yeah, why don’t you go and untie the one that led us right to you,” the Warden mocked. “How do you not know she’s not a Templar that betrayed you?” “That wasn't directed towards you,” she said. “Also, do you really think I would be dumb enough to betray my friends like that!?” “Power corrupts, once you get a taste of it, you’ll do anything to attain more,” the Warden replied. “Then why hasn't the oldest and most powerful pony, Celestia, gone and made the world her personal play toy or whatever?” Sam asked. “How do you know she hasn’t?” “The Templar Order wouldn’t exist or be in secret if she did, right?” John the sighed before he said “Keep trying to turn us against each other and the last rounds will all be shot into your skull. Understand.” “I… I understand,” the Warden replied now shaking in fear. “So, how are we gonna go about saving Applebloom?” Big Mac asked as he helped Twilight out of her restraints. “Now what to do with this one,” John said looking down at the Warden. “I think he should help us.” Everyone froze in shock at Applejack’s words. “What?” “Why should we even consider letting a Templar help us?” John asked. “Well, while I could tell that he wasn't lying, he may just be hoping that we'll decide to walk in blind,” she said. “If we take him with us, then we can have him lead us. Not to mention, he may already be considered a traitor for telling us as much as he did.” “And I’d assume those who escaped would tell their leaders about my seeming inability to die,” John pointed out, “Wouldn’t they assume he did so out of knowledge he wouldn’t survive if he didn’t?” “Let's also say, it's a gut feeling,” she said. “He may act willing, but I feel he's far from it.” “What do you mean by that?” *cough*Brainwashing*cough* Sam said. “So what would you have me do, after we do get Applebloom back he’ll still know too much that could endanger you all.” “Assuming what Sam said is correct, once he's free, have him join us.” “...maybe we should leave that choice to the only one of us here with real experience,” John suggested. “We'll see about that once Applebloom is back,” Granny said. “I guess even I’ll have to back up on my stance now I guess,” John chuckled as he released the Warden below him. “There we go,” Applejack said. She then turned her attention to Big Mac. “Now I think while we're saving Applebloom, you need to stay here.” “I guess we do have some new gear that needs sorting through,” John pointed out as he gestured to the weapons that had been left along with the armour on the dead templars. “I was thinking that he can keep an eye out for unwelcome visitors and keep that idiot of a Samurai in check,” Applejack corrected. “Yeah,” Sam agreed before suddenly realizing what she said. “Wait, what?” “Bit slow on the uptake there weren’t you Sam?” John smirked. “Applejack’s idea is a good one. Johnny, Sur Bucket Head, and herself can go find Applebloom, while Mac, myself, and Silk-for-Brains watches the farm.” “Now, I'm thinking everyone is just picking on me.” “There's so much worse they could do… but there's one other thing I realized earlier,” John admitted. “What’s that?” Twilight asked. “That Templar earlier that had the Element of Honesty, said she was handed it, she didn’t have the others, so does that mean the Templars have all of them except the one we hold?” John suggested. “That can be an additional goal while you're there,” Sam said. “Retrieve or find where the Elements could be. After all of that, give Celestia a tongue lashing for being too trusting.” “Don't you dare!” Twilight growled threatening. “I wasn’t going to… but she needs to know whoever she handed them to betrayed her and assisted in having Sweet Apple Acres burned to the ground, assisted in the attempted assassination of Applejack and myself along with Applebloom’s kidnapping along with the treatment you were subjected to for simply knowing us.” Twilight opened her mouth to respond, only to pause. “That...actually makes sense,” she muttered. “And the thing that makes this worse is the man who did this must be close to Celestia for her to allow one of Equestria strongest defences to be passed to them, meaning it’s somebody close to her… maybe Luna or someone in her close family perhaps.” “I highly doubt Luna is in with the Templars,” Sam said. “She already regrets what she did as Nightmare Moon. Why would she make it worse by siding with an organization that is worse than that?” “I wasn’t implicating her I meant it would be someone she trust almost unconditionally, she wouldn’t hand them to any random guard.” “John, she could trust a manticore to not try to eat her, even if she is partially chewed up and ready to be swallowed by it.” “Enough arguing!” Applejack shouted. “The more time we waste, the closer Applebloom comes to death or worse!” “Alright then,” Sam said. “Get going then. We'll see about getting things fixed up here.” Sam then did the ‘shoo’ gesture. “Okay I get it,” John replied before looking to Applejack and the Warden before he said “Shall we get moving?” “Sir Bucket Head first,” she said. “I have a name you know,” The Warden replied in annoyance. “What is it then?” Sam asked. “My names Dark Haze,” the Warden replied. “Well Dark, you’ll lead us to wherever Applebloom is and if you survive you may get a chance at redemption.” “You, drive a hard bargain.” “It’s not a bargain,” John replied as he finally placed his revolver back under his cloak. “Fine, I agree to your terms as long as you don’t kill me,” Dark Haze replied in defeat. “Good, now let's move,” John ordered as he, Dark Haze and Applejack made their way towards the Canterlot Catacombs. “Well,” Sam said, turning to Big Mac and Granny. “Wood, nails, and blueprints to rebuild?” Author's Note Technically, this chapter was written up a month or so ago, but it took forever to publish it. What can I say? School and work takes a lot out of me. Chapter 4Several hours after leaving Ponyville, Dark Haze, John, and Applejack found themselves in Canterlot just at the entrance to the Catacombs. However, a neon sign that read, ‘Entrance to Canterlot Templar base. Trespassers will be caught and subjected to illegal experiments,’ had raised an important question. “How has nobody questioned their activities? That sign makes it blatantly clear their up to no good,” John admitted. “I'm thinking that these uppity Canterlot folk just think it's a joke,” Applejack said. “Or it's true that the Princess is too trusting.” John just raised an eyebrow to her before he said “We did tell you that earlier but you and Twilight didn't want to believe that was the case.” “It's just hard to believe that somepony that you thought was without fault made mistakes,” Applejack said. “Everyone makes mistakes, but you forget history is written by the victor,” John said before groaning as he looked to his pistol and muttered “And this thing is nothing but a trinket now.” “What about the other one?” “You mean the revolver? It’s empty it was a bluff.” John admitted. “So I wasn’t in danger of being killed.” “Not with that gun… my blades are another matter.” John replied. “The threat was empty concerning the gun thing, but not on bodily harm.” “I’m not very trusting of those who participate in attempted murder or kidnappings,” John replied. “To be fair his reasoning is fair, I did assist in committing a crime,” Dark Haze agreed. “Anyway, let's just get in there and get Applebloom back,” Applejack said. “Anything we should know before we enter?” “That right now from how you're dressed you’ll be killed before you reach the door,” Dark Haze admitted. “So we need disguises?” “And hope they don’t see your face, A lot of the templars know how you look, they literally have posters of you that read kill on sight in there.” “What do you suggest then?” “The obvious one is don’t use the front door, as for how we can get in… there is a old sewage entrance at the side of the complex that leads towards the prison cells, but I have no idea where they’ll bring you out in the prison itself.” “Better idea than the front door, though. Lead the way.” “Okay, just don’t expect much from it,” Dark Haze replied before he lead them around the side of the cliff face before they saw an open sewage grate above them the hatch on the ground with a note on it that read ‘I’ve got your backs. SH’. “Who’s SH?” Applejack asked. “Hell if I know,” John replied. “A very close ally of mine,” Dark Haze replied with a smile. “Can you be more specific?” John asked. “Not right now.” “I agree, save Applebloom now, questions later.” Applejack then entered the sewer. “If this ally of your tries to kill any of the order, I don’t care for what reason you're both dead on the spot, understand.” John warned. “Completely,” Dark Haze replied as he climbed into the sewage grate as John followed swiftly behind him. Once the two were in, they saw Applejack just finishing the beheading of a Templar guard with her axes. Once the body fell to the ground, she said, “Þú ert dauður!” “I’m guessin it wasn’t clear,” John sighed as he walked next to her. “Eeyup,” she answered. “I kept the fight as quiet as possible, so I'm sure no one heard us fight.” “Let's hope so, to much resistance will cause a lot of problems,” John admitted before he activated his Eagle Vision before he said “We have three guards ahead of us and another that looks to be climbing down a ladder.” “I'll take the ladder one, you two take the others,” Applejack said before carefully sneaking forward. “I'll help you once the one on the ladder is dead.” “Okay, and try to avoid being seen,” John requested. Applejack nodded and carefully crept through the shadows until she reached the ladder. Once the guard got off the ladder, she grabbed him and pulled him into the shadows, and with the sound of a hidden blade, he was dead. As this was happening both Dark Haze and John silently moved to flank two of the three guards, however before they could so anything one in the centre began to move sporadicallyswinging his sword as he sliced the throat of the guard to his right before suddenly stabbing the other in the chest before they both fell to the floor dead. “What just happened?” John asked as he walked next to the central guards corpse as he found a small needle in his neck before he said “maybe someone poisoned him?” “Who are you?” Applejack asked threateningly. “You that SH that was on that note?” No reply was heard as Applejack’s voice echoed around the sewers. She relaxed her stance and put one of her axes on her belt. “Well, whoever that was that was, at least we may be on the same side.” “Lets hope thats the case and they didn’t just miss one of us,” John said hopefully. “What do you think Haze?” Applejack asked. “I can’t be sure exactly, but I can tell you this. The poison that was used isn’t made by Templars, so whoever used it has some other motive for being down here.” “Then let's hope that person doesn't turn on us.” Applejack began climbing the ladder out of the room with John and Dark Haze following swiftly behind her. -Back in Ponyville- “Okay, the ash and unsalvageable wood has been cleaned up. The good wood is properly stored. Now what?” Sam said to Big Mac. “Now, we wait for Chance-A-Lot,” he answered. “Who?” “A lot of ponies just call him Carmel.” “Oh.” Seconds later a pony that had light amber coat and brown tail and mane ran towards them only for him to crash into the sign causing it to fall to the ground towards the group. Sam looked back and forth between Big Mac and the fallen sign and pony. “Is that the guy?” “Eeyup!” The pony then stood up and groaned as he saw the group as he walked over to them and said “Sorry for damaging the sign… again.” He then noticed the lack of a house before he asked Big Mac “Should I ask what happened to the house, and why exactly you're wearing that getup? You going to a fancy dress party or something?” “Actually, I'm just dressed and ready for any unwelcome guests since the last ones took down the house,” Big Mac joked. “Is that person next to you welcome?” Caramel asked nervously. Big Mac looked at Sam with a somewhat confused smirk. “He's not dangerous...mostly.” “That really inspires confidence,” Caramel replied nervously looking at Sam. “And you hitting the sign does?” Sam asked. Carmel looked at the fallen sign before he said “I guess you’ve got me there.” “It's okay. You're not the only one that's accident prone. I accidentally stuck my shoulder with one of my sickles.” “And people think I’m a danger to myself,” Caramel chuckled. Big Mac sighed. “While it's nice that you're getting along, let's see about getting the frame up for the house.” He tossed a hammer to Carmel and Sam, Carmel missing it and it hitting him on his hoof. “Son of a…” Caramel said in annoyance before stopping as he said “I’m fine, don’t worry,” as he picked the hammer back up.” “Alright, I just hope that-” An explosion was then heard in the distance towards town. “I need to learn to not talk.” “What kind of Hornets nest have you kicked now?” Caramel asked nervously. “Let's just say, my parents had friends, who had enemies, who apparently resort to questionable methods to try and rule the world or something,” Big Mac answered. He then ran to the barn. “Be right back!” “What are you getting?” Caramel asked. His answer came when Big Mac came back with a shield and a flail. “We're heading into town to see what's going on. You're gonna need this.” He handed the items over to him. “Are you crazy! Why would I need these, there's no chance I’m fighting.” “No offense, but your name is Chance-A-Lot,” Sam pointed out. “You have more of a chance of fighting for your life than I do of suddenly turning into a duck.” “Seriously there's a difference between getting lucky in avoiding getting crushed by signs and facing someone who trying to destroy the town!” “From our recent experience, they don't do it on purpose. They have a target in mind, but innocent people will get caught in the crossfire...and they won't care.” “Even less of a reason for us to intervene,” Caramel argued, “I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m not a soldier.” Suddenly, Caramel was snagged by a sickle and pulled to Sam. “So, let me get this straight. You are willing to let others get hurt rather than yourself?” “I left this life when the Brotherhood fell so yes I am!” Caramel shouted before he realised what he had said. “Umm…” Big Mac calmly walked up to Caramel and gave him a deadpan stare. Without warning, he charged Caramel, picked him up, threw him into a tree, and slammed his knee into nose. “Then I should tell you that you should have recognized Assassin armor when you saw it! The Brotherhood is being rebuilt, and we need whatever veterans we can get!” “Then you don’t need me,” Caramel argued, “I was thrown out before I even was trained.” “Then I can train you!” Sam said. “If I'm correct, they threw you out for your clutziness. I'm a bit of a clutz myself, so you can learn from me! Now get your rump in gear before I get it in gear for you! Innocent blood will be on your hands if you do nothing!” “And the same will happen if I do, The Templars know of my past and will murder my family if I rejoin you! I will not risk their lives again,” Caramel retorted. “Then give me their address and I'll get them to safety!” Sam shouted. “But you must realize, there are two forces in this world. Things to act and things to be acted upon. Are you going to pony up and be a proper stallion, or lay down and be a doormat? Because I can shave you and let the Templars make a rug out of your hair.” “Unless you can get my pregnant wife out their catacombs I’ll be a frickin doormat to keep them safe!” “You're in luck then,” Big Mac said. “Applebloom was just kidnapped by the Templars, and we sent a rescue team. I'm sure they'll free anyone else that is there.” “Well until they are safe, i’m not joining back up and that's that!” Caramel argued. “Well, since you put it that way-” Sam's fist suddenly lashed out and knocked Caramel out. “Sweet dreams. Your wife will be with you when you wake up.” He then dragged him to the barn. Then Big Mac and Sam began running to town. As Big Mac and Sam reached town, they saw a pillar of smoke rising from the center of town. They hurried to the location of the fire, and they found Sugar Cube Corner up in flames, with a flat maned Pinkie Pie and a very pregnant Mrs. Cake staring at the burning building. Surrounding the two, were a bunch of Templar soldiers, one of which was a Lawbringer. “What's wrong? Not going to try and save your husband,” The Lawbringer chuckled as he mocked Pinkie and Mrs Cake, “You're just leaving him to burn alive and listen to his screams. Why don’t you do something? You thought it was a good idea to mess with us now? How does it feel?” “I've got a bad feeling about this situation,” Sam muttered in fear. “Why's that?” Big Mac asked, a hint of fear hidden in his voice. The Lawbringer then smirked at Mrs Cake as he scratched the tip of his poleaxe against her chest leaving a light scratch along it, “What’re you going to do Pink Paint Sniffer, you gonna stop me?” “Stop it,” Pinkie muttered under her breath. “What's that, you want one of my guys to have their way with the bitch, you really must have no respect her the widow,” The lawbringer mocked again as one of the templars walked behind Miss Cake. “I think we should step in.” Big Mac moved to intervene, but Sam held him back. “I think Pinkie can handle this,” Sam said. “Or should I say, Pinkamena.” “Pinkie,” Miss Cake said shakily in fear. “What wrong Paint Sniffer, don’t care,” The Lawbringer mocked once more. “I told you to stop it,” Pinkie repeated as she looked up towards the Lawbringer before quickly gripping something tightly in her hands before quickly bringing her hand towards the Templar who was behind Mrs Cake as she stabbed a knife into the Templars neck before quickly grabbing his sword as he died and pointed it towards the Lawbringer. “Okay, NOW we can help,” Sam said as he pulled out his katana. He then raised his voice. “Pinkamena! Sic ‘em!” Pinkie only nodded before she said “Mrs Cake you need to get away from here,” as she thrusted the stolen blade forward into and exposed part of the Lawbringer armour as the other templars backed away slowly leaving Mrs Cake with enough room to slowly move towards Big Mac and Sam. Once she was in the clear, Big Mac and Sam charged into the Templar horde while Pinkie kept hacking, slashing, and stabbing at the Lawbringer. Unbeknownst to the three fighting the Templars, the fire from the bakery started to spread. Sam noticed this first. “Mac! Get the townspeople and get a fire brigade going!” Mac nodded and went towards Town Hall to do that. In that brief moment a Templar tried to attack him from behind, but Sam sidestepped the strike and kicked him into the fire. “Osoi!” After a few minutes of fighting, the Templars were either dead or dying. The Lawbringer was among the dying. Pinkie was standing over the dying Lawbringer the sword she has been using stabbed into his abdomen as kept moving it slightly causing the Lawbringer to scream out in pain each time, “Come In say it, I dare you! What am I!” The Lawbringer just stayed quiet shaking in fear at the crazed mare. “Come on where's your voice now, say something,” Pinkie said again whilst twisting the sword again as the Lawbringer cried out weakly. Sam whistled in a dog calling fashion and yelled, “Pinkamena! Stand down!” Only for her to ignore him as she continued twisting the blade as the Lawbringer died still screaming till his last breath even then she failed to cease her attack. Sam launched a sickle at her to snap her back to her senses. It caught her shoulder and pulled her to him. “Why are you stopping me, that monster deserves to die slowly! Let me go!” Pinkie shouted still too blinded by anger to realise what she’d done. “He’s already dead!” Sam shouted before thumping her a few times with the blunt sides of his sickles. “I can understand you’re mad, but if you are to use it, don’t be blinded by it!” “Like Tartarus he is!” argued as she got free and kicked the corpse before pulling the sword sideways from the dead body and stabbing it into the cadavers neck as she said “Now he’s dead.” before walking away her hair still flat and lifeless. “You done?” Sam asked. “Well being I can’t throw him into the fire while he’s still alive, I guess,” Pinkie replied coldly. “Okay, now that you are calm, relatively speaking, can you tell us what they were here for?” Mac asked. “How should I know, they just came in, began shouting nonsense, then set the place on fire for no reason,” Pinkie argued. “What were you doing when they came in?” Sam asked. “Well I greeted them like any other customer, then they said something about a something of Eden before shouting then setting the place on fire.” Sam paced a bit before turning to her. “Did they mention anything about Assassins or Templars?” “Aren’t Templars those people who kidnap families and use them for weird experiments?” Pinkie inquired. “That is more than likely them,” Mac answered. “What about Assassins? “What are they?” “Opposites of the Templars,” Sam answered. “And you’re looking at two of them.” “Your Assassin’s?” Pinkie said looking towards Big Mac, “Since when?” “Since we learned of our family’s secret past, which was just earlier today,” Mac answered. “In fact, we have plenty of open spots for new recruits,” Sam told her. “What do you say? Want a chance to fight these guys?” “What do I get if I do?” Pinkie asked barely looking at Sam. “Not only a chance to get back at them for killing your employer’s husband, but a means to defend her,” Sam said. “As of now, Mrs. Cake and her future foals are under Assassin protection,” Mac said, planting his axe into the ground like a flag. “And what about you? What do you get from me joining?” “A new member for the fight, and a friend to watch our backs.” “What else it seems like I’m getting the better deal here, what do you really want?”’ “To stop the Templars from taking over the world by taking everyone’s freedom and/or lives.” Pinkie then just sighed before she said “Okay… but where are you hiding out… and why was there smoke near Sweet Apple Acres?” “The farm was attacked earlier, the house was burnt down, and Applebloom was kidnapped,” Mac said. “But for now, saving Applebloom is being taken care of. We need to see about finding the Piece of Eden that the Templars were after and check your other friends. There may be other pieces that are related to your friends and the Templars will be wanting to ‘talk’ to them.’ “What would we know about these things?” “All we know is that they be related to the Elements of Harmony. Collectively, they are called Harmony of Eden. We have found Honesty of Eden already,” Sam told her. “And what does that even do?” “We haven’t determined that yet,” Mac said. “But if the Templars are after them, then they aren’t good.” “Well do you have idea where you should even be looking for them? Or even how to find them?” “Maybe talking with your parents may give some clues,” Sam said. “After all, Applejack’s and Mac’s parents knew of Honesty of Eden, so maybe your parents may know of Laughter of Eden.” “But emergency family reunions will have to wait,” Mac said. “We need to check on your friends. Pinkamena, go check on Fluttershy. Sam and I will check Rarity and Rainbow.” “You really think I should see Fluttershy while being covered in blood?” “The combination of your flat hair and the blood will show her how serious the situation is,” Sam said. “Once you are done checking on her, take her to the barn at the farm. Take Mrs. Cake with you.” “I’ll have to find Mrs. Cake first, I have no idea where she went.” “We’ll keep an eye out for her then,” Mac said. “Now, let’s go.” Author's Note It's not dead, I tell you!
Chapter 1“Urgh, where is he?” A strangely dressed young man said as he waited outside a convention center. The clothing of the young man consisted of carefully crafted wooden armor pieces that screamed ‘samurai’ and hemp and silk clothing that screamed ‘ninja.’ As for his impatience, he was waiting for a friend that he made through the MLP fandom (or bronies, as they have been called). Seconds later a motorbike skidded to a stop in front of him, the person on it almost covered in a black suit that had a hood covering his features completely whilst running down the back and out to the side were faint red lines. The figure then turned to the man before he said, “Do you have a Geiger counter?” “Mine is in the shop,” the man answered, before slightly scowling. “About time you got here, John.” “You wouldn’t believe what happened even if I told you,” John replied as he climbed off his bike. “If you say so, but since you got my curiosity’s attention, you might as well tell.” “I was on my way here when I was asked to deal with a hit and run incident. I was already in costume as I left, so I chased them down in my costume… they actually thought I was an Assassin when I caught them.” John chuckled. The man laughed along with him. “I can imagine that, but you’re right. It’s hard to believe. You ready to enter?” “I suppose so, just give me a second,” John replied as he reached under his seat and pulled out what looked to be a hidden blade and attached it to his right arm before he took the clip out his pistol, replacing it with a empty magazine and placing it on his right hip. “Okay now I’m good.” The two then entered the convention center and were immediately assaulted by loud noises and color. The man began fidgeting after a few minutes of exposure from the convention. “Nervous mate?” John asked. “I don’t do well in crowds...mostly,” his friend answered. “Let’s check out some of the less ‘populated’ booths. I might ease up there.” “You think so, we might as well try,” John said with a shrug before he added, “Actually you never told me your actual name.” “Oh, right. I'm Sam, and to be honest, I'm not surprised about your lack of knowledge of my name. I go to great lengths to protect my name.” “Which to be honest with my job I should have done,” John admitted with a sigh. “Everyone makes mistakes at least once,” Sam said. “However, our code phrase seems a good security measure for stalkers, changelings, and such.” “Like the Changelings are real, you really are into this too much some days.” “Well don't blame me for liking the show for more than its general cleanliness,” Sam teasingly reprimanded. “Most cartoons these days seem to be as filthy as a prostitute.” “And MLP isn’t at some times?” “That's most of the fandom and almost too subtle parts of the show!” “Not gonna argue with you there,” John chuckled. “Anyway, let's get looking. I think I'm starting to sweat from nervousness,” Sam said. The two began to carefully search the the various booths for the less crowded ones. Their search led them from one end of the center to the other, but no luck...up until they got to somewhere in the center. There, they saw a booth that most of the congoers seemed to ignore. Those that did look, they didn’t find anything that interested them and walked off. When the two approached the booth, they were surprised at the variety of items and the quality of said items there. “Can’t say this one lacks products.” Sam picked up and examined a pair of combat Sickles that were on the table. “I'll say. This is almost flawless!” “Almost too perfect to be honest,” John admitted. “Why do people always say that about my products?” A man wearing a red and black trench coat that had a bandelier running across his body from his right shoulder to under his left along with a cream coloured cloth belt that had a red cross at the end of it. “Because let's face it they look real, I’d even hazard a guess they are real,” John admitted. “Not far from the truth there,” The man behind the counter chuckled. “Why does this sound a lot like those Displaced stories I've read?” Sam thought out loud. The man then stopped still before he asked, “Sorry, what did you say?” “I said that this sounds like the Displaced stories I've read,” Sam answered nervously. “Be careful what you say about that, others may get ideas,” the man chuckled. “Okay, now you're freaking me out,” Sam girlishly squeaked. He composed himself quickly and stated, “To be honest, you sound like you know a few, like…” “Like what, or who are you suggesting?” “Delsin Rowe from “inFAMOUS Displaced.” Rings any bells?” Sam asked. “Ah him and old Nilsed, that story. He’s a fun one.” the man admitted. “AH HA!” Sam exclaimed loudly and did a small victory dance, but oddly didn't catch anyone else's attention. “John, you owe me ten bucks. Equestria exists, and so do changelings.” “Depends in what capacity” “It's just the fact that they exist. They may not be here, but they exist,” Sam gloated. “Would you like to find out in a ...larger capacity?” the man asked. “...YES, why wouldn't I?” Sam asked before he answered himself. “Maybe because I don't want to go alone.” He turned to John. “Want to come with?” “You’re one of the crazier people I’ve met Sam you know that?” “Hey, it's in the genes! Granted, said jeans are a size too big, but you get the idea,” Sam joked. “Are you sure you're both not crazy?” the man asked. “He did have a funny moment in his costume before he came here,” Sam said. “I’m assuming car chase with some criminals,” The man guessed. “He unintentionally got them scared for their lives,” Sam laughed at John’s embarrassment. “I wonder how much better it would be if I was the real deal?” John muttered under his breath. “So you want to come?” Sam asked. “It’s not that I don’t but I have commitments I still need to attend to.” “You hate those meetings. You told me that “Nothing ever gets done.” So, a permanent trip can get you away from that hum-drum,” Sam tried. “And I bet you think they can replace me in a day don’t you?” “And what if they didn’t need to?” the man asked. “Well that would solve it but guess what, that's not.” “Can be done in an instant. I can create a carbon copy of you both to live your lives, nobody would know any different.” “Again, sounds like a lot of those great stories...except they don't get carbon copy replacements,” Sam said. He then looked to John before he added, “Now, you have no excuse.” “Ugh, you’re a nightmare you know that?” “Yes I am.” “I guess someone will need to clean up your messes.” John admitted as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah...wait, what?” Sam shook his head. “Never mind. What do you think we should grab, sir?” He asked the man. “Well considering what your friend here is dressed as it’s quite easy to sort, you I don’t even know what to give you,” the man admitted. “So anything you like?” “My character is a made up combo of Orochi and Shinobi from For Honor, but while I have a genuine katana, I lack the combat sickles,” Sam explained. “So I'll need those.” He picked up said sickles. “I see, and your friend looks like he’s missing a Hidden blade.” “Nope,” John replied as he revealed the Hidden blade on his arm, “Custom job from the rest of the force, a late birthday present last month.” “What about that cloak or shroud or whatever it is?” Sam asked. John then looked at the wares before he said, “Do you have a suitable sword for me?” “Of course,” the man replied as he reached under the stall he was in and pulled out a large case before opening it to reveal a longsword that's hilt resembled a dragon’s jaw. He the passed it to John before he added, “Also I’d like to hand you some other things.” “Like what?” John asked curiously before the man slowly passed him a golden cloak, that rested below a strange glowing ring and a strange rifle that John recognised as the same one to which Shay used in Assassin’s Creed Rogue. “Those should assist you, just put the ring on as your friend pays okay?” “Sure I guess,” John replied as he placed the cloak around his shoulders and the sword to his side. “I think I'll also need these,” Sam said as he grabbed a few throwing knives, throwing stars, and a bow with its quiver and arrows. “So, how much or should I just give you my wallet?” Sam asked sarcastically. “Sure give me your wallet and all your ID’s I’ll treat myself,” the man mocked as he rolled his eyes. “How much would you be willing to pay for this stuff?” “All the cash I have on hand,” Sam answered. “All $120 of it.” “Heh, you really want this don’t you kiddo.” “Eeyup!” Sam said, doing his best impression of Big Mac. “I haven't seen anything new since my dad got his head stuck in a bucket while being chased by the family dog in his swimwear.” “Wow, you’re dad’s unlucky.” “He's not unlucky,” Sam retorted as he handed his cash to the man. “He's eccentric. When have you seen a 50+ old man dancing to 80’s love songs as if it was modern hip-hop?” “Okay then, I’ll be honest with you that would cover you both.” “Whatever.” Sam then switched his voice to match the Joker’s “And...here...we…” *POOF* The two vanished in a puff of smoke. A few seconds and one *POOF* later their copies stood where they were standing. “You two enjoy the rest of your day alright,” the man said before both clones walked away. ________________________________________ “...go,” Sam finished just as they appeared in a town that looked like the Laws of Physics decided to make ridiculous changes to itself. “Yeah! Timed it perfectly!” “Of course you did, well at least he didn’t make us faint like others do in those stories you loved reading,” John admitted. “Yup, a much smoother trip for the willing...mostly.” “Okay, so where and when exactly are we?” “Where, I'm not sure,” Sam began. “When, if the influx of gravitational forces and the complete topsy-turvy of the feng-shui is anything to go by, I’d say when-” “If you say Discord I will be punching you in the dick.” John admitted. “What if I said Discord?” A sinister sounding voice said from nowhere. “I know this is not Red vs Blue but… Son of a bitch,” John groaned. “Do you kiss you mother with that mouth?” The voice asked as a paw suddenly plucked his mouth off of his face and Discord brought it up to him with a magnifying glass. “Not anymore, she’s dead,” the disembodied mouth said solemnly John seemingly unimpressed by the assumed Discord’s actions. “Well, my apologies then,” he said as he tossed John’s mouth back. “I was not aware of her death, nor am I aware of anything about you two. Complete surprise on my part.” “Well we’d have never guessed that,” John admitted as he rolled his eyes. “Then what do you know?” Sam asked. “I do know that you are Displaced, but that's how I don't know about you. I can't predict anything about you two, but I can predict that the Element Bearers will come around that candy castle model in three...two...one…” On cue, the Mane Six showed up, but their appearances took the two off guard. All of them were anthro. Twilight stood at about 5’5” and wore what seemed to be a stereotypical librarian/college student combo. Rainbow Dash stood at 5’3” and wore a Wonderbolts sport jacket and matching sweatpants. Pinkie Pie stood at the same height as Rainbow, but wore short jean shorts and a light blue, sleeveless top. Rarity was about 5’7” and had on a snazzy looking, crimson, business dress suit. Fluttershy stood at 5’2” and had a green turtleneck sweater and a pair of jeans. Applejack stood the tallest at 5’10” and wore a set of jean shorts (not as short as Pinkie’s) and had an unbuttoned, red flannel shirt tied over a white t-shirt. “This was not what I was expecting, but beggars can't be choosers,” Sam muttered to John “Just don’t start Fanboying okay,” John whispered back. “Especially over Fluttershy.” “Okay, I get it,” Sam quietly yelled. “Wait to fanboy until things are relatively peaceful.” “Okay… and maybe we should move away from him,” John suggested gesturing to Discord. “Don't worry your heads about it,” Discord said calmly. “It's not like they managed…” He paused when he saw the Elements power up. “Well buck me upside the head with a waffle iron,” he said just as the Elements of Harmony powered up. “Hit the Deck!” Sam shouted before flopping to the ground limply. “Well never,” John replied as he quickly rolled to the side away from Discord. The Rainbow Beam of Harmonic Awesomeness hit Discord dead on, turning him to stone. The sudden cutoff of his powers to the environment caused the land to correct itself. Then the Mane Six lived happily ever after...Meh, as if. John and Sam ruined that by still being there. “What the hay! How’re they still here!” Rainbow shouted. “Why wouldn’t we be?” John asked as looked towards Rainbow Dash nervously. “You things should have vanished with the rest of the chaos when Discord...well...urgh, my brain hurts,” Rainbow tried explaining. “Heh, Don’t strain yourself too much,” John requested with a chuckle. “What should we do, Twilight?” Applejack asked. “I'm not sure if anything’s wrong, but they seem a bit dangerous.” “What makes you think that?” Sam asked as he twirled one of his sickles on its chain. “Ugh, you really aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed are you,” John sighed before adding “Maybe not messing around with those things would be a good start?” The statement caused Sam to break some of his concentration, the sickle embedding itself into his shoulder. Sam gave a small yelp of pain and put most of his effort into getting it out. Rainbow saw his slip and began bawling in laughter. John just pinched the bridge of his nose before he muttered “How was it this easy for you to mess up first contact with them?” “Can you blame me for thinking that they aren't the “shoot first, ask questions later” types?” Sam retorted back. “Honestly, isn't observation and questioning what cops are supposed to do before they pull out the cuffs or gun?” “And are any of them out right now?” John pointed out before looking towards the Mane 6 before he said “I’m sorry for our intrusion, my name's John and the clown over their is my friend Sam.” “Hey!” “It's okay...I think,” Twilight said. “My name is-” “Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity.” “Dammit Sam,” John groaned in annoyance. “What?” “I swear we’re not stalkers,” John replied quickly. “We're just fans of a show that, inadvertently, placed you six as the main characters, although you were depicted as quadrupeds, not bipedal with equine features,” Sam blurted out. John just sighed and placed his hand over his face before he said “I was right, you aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed when your fanboying.” “At least I'm not trying to hide the fact that they are, or were, part of a show that we know of!” Sam scolded. “I've seen how when Displaced try to hide that, the universe laughs and reveals that in the most embarrassing way! So, excuse me!” “If we’re deemed insane, I’ll make you regret this.” “I think Twilight broke,” Pinkie said, turning the men’s attention on Twilight. She was wide eyed and her hair seemed unkempt from brain overuse. Sam pointed at her. “If she and Pinkie weren't deemed insane, then we're in good shape.” John just stayed quiet waiting for one of the ponies to react to Sam’s comment. A few seconds later, Twilight managed to process what he said. “Why would I be considered insane?” “The only thing that I'm going to say is that you make a mountain out a pebble with a lot,” Sam said. “I...you…” Twilight broke more. Rainbow just started laughing again. “I haven't seen her this bad since the time she tried to figure out Pinkie's Pinkie Sense.” “Rainbow!” Rarity exclaimed. “Don't be laughing at her! This is serious! These things seem to know more about us than Discord did, got Twilight confused, and they're wearing the worst clothing to ever wear.” “Just because their not covered in gemstones doesn’t make it the worst thing possible.” John pointed out. Rarity instantly gasped and then was right in front of him. “First off, I was referring mostly to the head wear. Secondly…” She then decked him in the face, knocking him onto his back. “Do not say such fashion advice. I know more about fashion than you do about how to use that sword at your side.” “Do you know how to fire a gun or kill someone and leave no trace of you even being there,” he replied with a sigh. “I KNEW IT!!!” A blue and rainbow streak tackled John. “Trying to fool us into letting you get close! I nearly fell for it too!” “I’m a trained policeman, I meant that I know how to that stuff, not that I ever would. My job is to prevent that sort of stuff from happening… well it was before less than a hour ago.” “Like I'd believe that!” Rainbow shouted before something snagged her jacket, pulling her off of him and towards Sam...speaking of, he ended up getting a fistful of Dash, knocking him out. John sighed before he reached into his jacket before pulling out his old police badge and tossed it to Rainbow, “Is that enough proof for you?” Rainbow picked up the badge and looked at it. “Metropolitan Police Force? What?” “Ah yes remember what my friend said about us, take that into account about why you don’t know what it is.” “I didn't even understand half of what he said,” she snapped. “Any of you want to explain it to her?” John asked. Twilight raised her hand and answered, “I'll do it? “Okay… maybe in layman's terms for her sake though.” She did a pouty face, but complied. “From what they said in their argument and their more than awkward conversation to and about us, they come from another world that sees us as fiction. And John is part of his world's law enforcement.” Rainbow stood there for a moment before saying, “Oh. Okay...But I've still got my eye on you!” “Wouldn’t have it any other way, somebody need to keep an eye on us. Heck I bet your princess will order it.” “I mostly ask, but if you insist on it being an order,” a motherly voice said from behind John. “I should have seen that one coming,” John sighed before he said “Hello Princess, I’d bow but I doubt you’d want that.” “John!” Twilight shouted. “That's the Princess. You're-” “Not needed to bow, as he isn't a native of Equestria, or even Equis,” Celestia interrupted. “At least one person… or pony understands that,” John admitted. “Oh and Rainbow could I have my badge back?” Rainbow grumbled and handed the badge back. “Thank you Miss Dash,” John replied politely before placing the badge back in his jacket’s pocket before he turning to Celestia to see a 6’5” alicorn dressed in an elegant, pale blue silk dress. “Now that we are now more calm and collected,” she turned to Twilight. “They may stay here in Ponyville, where you will learn about them and their former lives.” “GAH!!!” The gathered heard before the rustling of a tree was heard. “I don't want a biopsy! I want to be left in one piece!” Sam shouted from within the tree. “Not going to question this right now,” John sighed. Celestia giggled a bit before adding, “If they want something kept private, don't pressure them, and don't go Frakenstallion on them.” “Yes, Princess,” she replied. “Thank you!” Sam exclaimed. “Now, how do I get down?” Fluttershy then quietly said something and went to the tree to help him. “How did he even get up their?” John muttered to himself. “I think that's something we can figure out later,” Celestia said. “For now, you figure out living arrangements while I get this new statue to the Canterlot Gardens.” “If I wasn’t aware of what he was that wouldn’t sound disturbing in the slightest… but I do so… yeah.” She giggled at his remark and enveloped the stoned creature and vanished in a flash of light. Twilight then turned to the John with a wide smile. When she did, everypony nearby took a step back. “Why am I feeling like I should be running a mile in the other direction?” John replied nervously. “Because you probably should,” Rainbow said. She then got close to him and whispered, “Once she's distracted, follow Applejack as fast as you can.” She pointed in a random direction and yelled out, “Oh my gosh! Twilight! A pony just decided to rip that book apart!” Twilight whipped her head in that direction and looked around frantically. “What!? Where!?” John rapidly took off as both him and Applejack ran away from the assuming crazed Twilight. Sam was soon just behind them with Fluttershy on his back, with him leaving slight after-images of them both. When Twilight turned around, her eyes twitched in annoyance from them suddenly vanishing. Author's Note Wayward Shadow: Took me forever to figure out how to get this published. The process of getting Google Docs onto this site has changed a bit, so there is my frustration. Also, the Dark Brony has nothing to say (for now).
Chapter 2After a while of running, the two ponies and two men arrived at Sweet Apple Acres, each with varying amounts of exhaustion. “Are you really that out of shape Sam?” John asked with a smirk. “I wish I could say the same for you, but you aren’t the stereotypical officer that eats donuts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” Sam wheezed. “In his defense, he was carrying more than you,” Applejack stated. “And you're no longer the lazy writer, so we’re on a level playing field,” John retorted. “Go jump in a lake.” “Anyway, it's almost suppertime, and I would feel bad if I didn't invite y’all in for some grub,” Applejack said. “We wouldn’t want to intrude… well I wouldn’t.” John replied as he rubbed the back of his head. “John,” Sam began. “I should really tell you that Applejack’s mentality is much like what we Americans call ‘Southern.’ Basically, when an invitation is made, refusing said invite can be an insult from either minor to major. Am I close?” She nodded. “Close enough, but the insult part was a bit too much.” “Well I’m sorry for turning you down, most people are hesitant to let a cop into their homes where I’m from.” “I can see where they're coming from,” Fluttershy said. “Well shoot, that don't change a thing for me,” Applejack said. “Cop or no cop, you're free to come eat with us.” “Okay then, I guess I’ll take you up on your offer,” John replied calmly. “Sounds good to me,” Sam said happily. “What have you got to eat?” “Well, today was exhausting for a lot of ponies today, so a simple meal with chicken, corn, potatoes…” “Wait a minute! Did you just say chicken?” “Yeah, why do you seem so shocked?” “Ponies from where we are from are herbivores for one,” John pointed out. “And the show depicted you to dislike the usage of meat PERIOD!” “Well, whoever made the show is only half right,” Applejack explained. “Many ponies don't like to use meat, but that doesn't mean they don't use it.” “Rainbow Dash likes bacon more than anything except cider,” Fluttershy contributed. “That’s a surprise.” “You’re free to join us, Fluttershy,” Applejack said. “I do want to, but I’ve gotta go check on my animals after what happened,” she said. “Sorry that I can’t.” “That's understandable,” John replied in agreement. Fluttershy blushed and hid behind her hair before starting to walk home. Once she was down the road a good distance, Sam clapped his hands together and exclaimed, “So, soup’s on?” “Eeyup,” a deep male voice said from the porch. Everyone looked and saw Big Macintosh standing on the porch. He was about 6’2”, and wore very durable looking overalls with a white t-shirt. “About time you got here, sis.” “Oh hush, you,” she said to him. “I ain’t in need of an adult.” “She is a grown women… or mare. How do you choose to Identify yourselves here?”John said looking at Big Mac with his arms crossed. “It’s mare,” Applejack answered. “Anyway, let’s get some food.” “Agreed,” John replied. Big Mac held the door open for all of them as they entered. Once inside, they were greeted by a rustic farmhouse interior. In a rocking chair near the fire was an extremely old mare, Granny Smith. She was probably just barely shorter than Applejack. She wore what looked like the clothing that early American settlers wore. On the couch with a somewhat bored expression was a young filly, Applebloom. She was about 4’8” and wore denim shorts, a white t-shirt, and her trademarked pink bow was in her hair. Once she noticed that Applejack was home, Applebloom ran to her sister and gave her as big of a hug as she could. “I’m glad you’re okay, Big Sis!” She said, but she then noticed that John and Sam were standing in the room. She pushed herself closer to her sister with wide eyes. “Applejack, who are they?” “I’m John and this is my friend Sam we’re new around these parts.” Sam gave him a deadpan look. “You really had to do that cheesy Western phrase?” “Like you wouldn’t have.” “Oh my...just because nine times out of ten, I’m doing something stupid, that doesn’t mean that last one time isn’t intelligent or appropriate.” “And I doubt this would have been one of those times you would have been serious.” “Okay, I won’t argue with that,” Sam admitted. “Why’re you two arguing?” Applebloom asked. “Is it your special talent or..” “Hush, Applebloom,” Applejack scolded. “That was rude.” “Trust me, if that was our special talent we’d be on stage as a comedic duo.” John said with a smile. “Okay, now you’re making fun of me.” “No, no I’m not.” “I just...urgh,” Sam huffed. “No more about my intelligence until I do something actually stupid. Okay?” “No promises.” “Alright, and Applebloom,” Sam said, turning his attention on the filly. “To answer the hidden question you were asking, no, John and I don’t have cutie marks, neither can we get one, unless they are actual tattoos that are glued to our rear ends.” “Huh, okay,” Applebloom said in semi-content satisfaction. “So, it’s food time or…” Sam started. “Eeyup!” Big Mac said. “However, you two ain’t the only guests for dinner though.” “May I ask who the other guests are?” “It’s guest,” they heard somepony correct. Twilight then walked out of the kitchen. As soon as Sam saw her, he screamed and vanished in a puff of smoke only to reappear behind John in another puff of smoke. “What’re you doing here!?” Sam shouted, before thinking out loud, “And how did I just do that?” “I’m not sure about the second question, but to answer your first question, I managed to teleport here before you got here so I could apologize,” she said. “It’s too frequent that I get overexcited about learning about new things, and for that, I’m sorry.” “So you're not going to go mad scientist on us then?” John asked. “That may have been my first thoughts, but no, I won’t go ‘mad scientist’ in any way,” she said. “At the most, just a few scans for internal biology, some blood and urine samples…” “TMI, Twilight!” Sam blurted. “We need to eat, and I’d rather not talk about bodily functions, aside from embarrassing moments during or after a surgery.” “I swear that some people would think of you as a stalker,” John moaned. “I’m talking about the times like when I was getting a surgery to take out my wisdom teeth, shortly befor I woke up, my dad said that I was muttering something about orange grapes, and grape oranges.” “I’m not going to ask.” “I don’t even want to,” Applejack agreed “Then don’t ask,” Sam said. “I do have one question though,” Twilight said. “Do you remember how the surgery procedure was performed?” The meal was underway as Twilight seemed to have an almost endless amount of question. The two men were barely able to eat anything around the many questions that were asked about their English and American cultures. “So this “Idaho” is famous for it’s potatoes, much like how this “Ireland” is,” she said after they answered one of her questions. “Yes,” Sam said. “Now, I must ask for only two more questions. More answers are leaving my mouth than food going in.” “Okay,” she said, somewhat disappointed. “What did you two do for a living and what are you two dressed as?” “Well I was a policeman, of multiple kinds,” John admitted. “I worked with a mail service,” Sam said. “And now… well we’re two renditions of game characters.” “I'm a mix between an Orochi samurai and a Shinobi from For Honor,” Sam explained. “And well… I’m an Assassin from a Series called Assassin’s Creed.” John added. “What were those games like?” Applebloom asked. “You want to start with Assassin’s Creed, John?” Sam asked. “I guess I should since it’s the oldest of the two,” John agreed. “But i’ll admit it’s not the best game for kids to hear about.” “Why so?” Applejack asked. “Isn’t the first word in the games name a indication?” “Oh, right,” she mumbled. “Maybe you can give us the bare bone story and leave out the questionable details?” “So pretty much all the details then,” John chuckled before he added “the only bit that would be safe to tell you is that it’s focused around two groups of people with different views of the world fighting for their own beliefs, one side who wants to control everyone's lives and the other who believe in giving everyone free will. The main section of the game is based around people being able to see their ancestors lives which is used for the two opposing groups to find objects of incredible power, to reach their aims.” “In For Honor, the land is hit with a massive scale disaster that causes resources to become scarce. The three big powers, Knights, Vikings, and Samurai, fought over what's left until a relative peace settled over the land. A woman named Apollyon then manipulated the three powers back into conflict with each other, but more furiously than before.” “Land sakes!” Applejack exclaimed. “That's interesting, to be honest.” “Well I guess you do represent honesty,” John admitted as he shrugged his shoulders. “While we're on the subject of honesty,” Sam said, turning his attention to Twilight. “Do you have any guesses or theories on how I did that smoke puff teleportation, because in all honesty, I'm confused.” “Is that not in your game?” John asked. “Yeah, but that can be chalked up to illusions,” Sam said. “Just small smoke grenades and quick movements. Magic wasn't a thing in that game.” “Could be something to do with being here maybe?” “That could be a possibility,” Twilight speculated. “Does your character have any special abilities John?” “Not really they were almost completely human… well apart from Eagle Vision that is.” “Eagle vision?” Big Mac asked. “Basically it allowed to player to locate one target or a group of enemies from a crowd of people and keep track of them for a while, in other cases even track their movements for a while if they were searching for them,” John explained. “Do you think you can try it while I watch to see if your magic theory is correct?” Twilight asked. “As in Eagle Vision I don’t even know if I have that skill or how to do it.” “Never hurts to try and learn,” Sam encouraged. “Well do you know how I could do it?” “Maybe your first try can help you access your inner magic so that the process can be easier in the future,” Twilight suggested. “Just relax, clear your mind, breathe deeply, and envision what you described about Eagle Vision.” “...our kind doesn’t have any magic at all? There is no inner magic in humans.” “What happened to, ‘Could be something to do with being here maybe?’ thing?” Sam asked. John just pinched the bridge of his nose before he said “Who would I even track, it’s not like I’d even know if it’s working.” “See if you can locate Winona,” Applejack suggested. “I haven't seen him all day.” “Well I’ll try but no promises,” John agreed reluctantly. He then shut his eyes before opening them again before the symbol of the Assassins appeared in black as the rest of his eye turned completely white. He then turned his head around as he saw a lot of red markers around him surrounding one small gold figure near them. “Do you see him?” Sam asked. “I think so, he’s about 500 metres south of us and is surrounded by something, whatever it is looks almost human in shape from what I can see,” John admitted. “What?” Sam stood up and opened the door to look outside and saw what he thought were spriggans from the Elder Scrolls series. “Hey Applejack? Are there supposed to be wooden bipedal things in your orchard?” “Wood sprites!” She exclaimed, jumping up from her seat. She ran to what looked like a gun safe and pulled two one-handed axes, resembling the tomahawk of Connor Kenway, and a two-handed axe out of it. “Those goldarn things are always trying to expand their territory into our orchard!” She added while tossing the two-handed axe to Big Mac. “Eeyup!” The two siblings then ran out of the house. John then looked to Sam before walking over to him and Whispering “Did those look familiar to you?” Sam nodded. “The hatchets looked like Native American Assassin tomahawks that a Viking Berserker could use, while the larger axe makes me think of a Viking Raider.” “You don’t think that they could be or could have been Assassins?” “If they are or have been, they haven't acknowledged it,” Sam shrugged. “It could also be possible that their parents were Assassins and they weren't told.” “Should we ask them later?” “Yeah, but in the meantime, I'm going to go help them.” Sam walked to the door. John only nodded before he walked out of the house with Sam. Once they were outside, they saw Applejack and Big Mac fighting quite furiously against the sprites, despite being heavily outnumbered. Sam noticed that one of them was about to attack Big Mac from behind. Reacting quickly, he ran and then slid through its legs, tripping it up in the process. With the sprite’s attention on him, Sam shouted out, “I'll help Mac, you help Jack!” John only nodded before quickly reaching for his sword before running towards Applejack as he sliced two of the Sprites as he quickly span around his hidden blade hitting a third as he stopped next to Applejack. “I had a feeling you'd come out and help, not that I could stop you,” she said. “Would you have tried to?” John asked back as he decapitated another Sprite. “I ain’t gonna hold you back, if that's what you mean.” “Like you could,” John replied before saying “Applejack down now,” as he reached to his side grabbing his pistol. Applejack ducked just as he pulled the trigger as the bullet fired careening through multiple Sprites. “Hoowee! I need to get me one of those!” She exclaimed in amazement. John just stopped before he said “Wasn’t this empty before we came here?” before he shrugged and fired two more times each getting a similar outcome. A small explosion was heard behind them and a Sprite fell in front of them, somewhat charred and covered in nails, but definitely dead. “What in God's name was that?” John asked in shock as his hidden blade was thrust into the neck of another Spirit. As if in answer to his question, a Sprite stumbled backwards past him before it was snagged by a sickle and pulled back the way it stumbled from. “Umm… did you do that Applejack?” John asked. “No,” she said as she pulled a sprite’s head off with her axes. “I think it might have been your friend.” “Really?” John replied as he looked towards Sam to see him slashing furiously at the last sprite before he landed four piercing strikes and then slashed its head clean off. “Since when could he do that?” John muttered under his breath. “Wow, you both seem to know what you're doing,” Big Mac complimented as he walked closer to the group, wiping green sap off of his axe. “Not really,” John replied “I’ve never used a sword before today, I’m more used to using my pistol.” “Similar case with my sickles, but imitation can get you far in some ways,” Sam bragged. “Anyway, I need to ask you something,” John said to Applejack. “Well, go ahead. I'm all ears.” “Those axes you were using,” John said gesturing to them. “What do you know about the symbol that the actual head is shaped like?” John asked “Well, my parents told me it it was the symbol for the Apple family,” she answered. “But I don't know if that was true. I haven’t seen it anywhere except when you did your Eagle Vision thing.” John then looked to Sam before he said “Sam… should we tell them?” “If you want to. I'm not gonna hold you back.” “Being your sister isn’t here, I think you have a right to know more about what I’m based off and what that symbol actually is,” John said as he lowered the hood covering his face. “Know what?” Big Mac asked. “The symbol that was in my eye and the blade are the same, remember when I said that I was an Assassin, the symbol is that of the Assassin Brotherhood. If they belonged to you parents what do you think it means about them?” “Are you saying that they were these Assassins?” “It’s possible that was the case,” John admitted before he added “I hope I’m wrong with this next thought but… where are your parents now?” Applejack and Big Mac seemed to wilt in sadness when that was said. “They're dead,” she said solemnly. “Multiple stab wounds and a cross-like brand over their cutie marks.” “I think I know who did it… well what group did it anyway,” John said his fists clenched. “Well, who?” Big Mac asked. “The second of the two groups I mentioned before, the Templars… if they use that name, the cross is their symbol.” “So their murder wasn’t just random!?” “Like hell it was, they were likely killed for being part of the brotherhood… and if the Templars know who they were… how long ago was they killed,” John said quickly as he realised just what could be happening next. “They were killed shortly after Applebloom was born.” “Then they aren’t hunting you down anymore, so it’s likely that your family’s safe.” John replied “Or being watched,” Sam muttered loud enough for everyone to hear. Suddenly, there was a flash of lavender light and Twilight appeared. However, she was on her knees and there was a bit of blood on her arm from a nasty gash. Johns eyes went wide before he said “Oh god,” knowing what was transpiring, “Twilight, what happened?” “House...under...attack,” she answered before fainting. John just looked to Sam before he said, “It couldn’t be the Templars could it?” as he ran off back towards the house. With Sam following along, he added, “Speak of the Oni and it shall appear.” Author's Note This took me a bit to get published. Again, Dark has nothing to say...yet.
Chapter 3As Sam and John arrive back at the farmhouse they saw that the main house was still burning as the duo arrived as John once again shut his eyes before opening them as he saw only one blue figure inside the flames blurring what he could see. “There's one person inside… no idea who, that means someone is either already dead or missing!” John shouted hoping that was the latter that was the case. “Granny! Applebloom!” The two heard Applejack yell out before she rushed past them and broke through a burning wall to save the one person that John mentioned. A few seconds later, she kicked the door down and ran out of the house with Granny Smith in her arms. John the looked to Applejack before he said “I only saw one figure inside… Applebloom’s missing or...” he then stopped talking. “Or what?” Big Mac said, having managed to catch up with a patched up Twilight in his arms. “Dead,” John replied solemnly. The two Apple siblings paled at that idea. “Those bucking BASTARDS!!!” Applejack shouted in anger. “Killing a filly before she even had a proper chance to live!” Before she could rant any further, an arrow with a piece of parchment on it hit Big Mac in the shoulder, sending him to his knees. “What the heck,” John said as he looked towards where the arrow was fired from seeing nothing. “Let’s check the paper that was on the arrow,” Sam suggested. “There might be something important on it.” Big Mac pulled the arrow out of himself and examined the note. “You guys may want to read this,” he said in concern before handing the note to John for him to read. Hello Last members of the Assassins, If you want to see little Applebloom alive again, give us the Honesty of Eden. Otherwise she will not be the first of your clan to be killed. This is your only warning. There was then an intricate symbol at the bottom before the words ‘Grandmaster of the Templar Order’ were wrote below. “Honesty of Eden? What is that?” Sam asked. “No idea,” John replied with a shrug “It’s not a Piece of Eden I recognise.” “Piece of Eden...What?” Applejack said confused. “They are powerful objects that I mentioned, but they normally are looking for the Apple of Eden from what I remember,” John admitted. “Why do I feeling that the Apple of Eden shouldn’t be hidden here at Sweet Apple Acres?” Sam said. “It would be too obvious.” “Besides if they knew about it, I bet they’d have asked for it by name… and the only thing I know of to do with Honesty is the Element stone.” “Applejack, Big Mac” Granny said. “Your parents had a secret cellar under the barn floor. If you want to find any clues for this Piece of Eden thingamajig, check there. “Should have guessed you’d know of their parents past lives or was you once an Assassin as well?” John asked curiously. “I wasn’t one of the ones that took assassination assignments, but my Eagle Vision perception was second to none,” she said. “I could sniff out traitors and Templars like it was nothing.” “So you knew what I was on about before when I mentioned Eagle Vision.” Twilight stumble awake. “Who knew what?” She asked groggily. “Don’t worry about it Twilight,” John said nervously. “I knew about the Eagle Vision, yes, but I said nothing, because, up till now, everyone didn’t need to know,” Granny said. “You WHAT!?” Twilight blurt out. “What did I miss!? And What is going on!?” “Twilight!” Sam shouted, shutting her up. “Get your act together and see about informing the Princess!” She nodded and vanished in a flash of lavender. John then looked to everyone before he said “I think we need to make a stand, Miss Smith are there any other Assassins still alive you know about that are in hiding?” “I’m not sure,” she said. “If anything, I was the last Assassin...until now.” “Okay, so we’re starting from scratch then,” John sighed. “Pretty much,” Sam said. “We’ve got a veteran, two new members, and one cop. And I won’t count myself, mostly because I may be assassin class, I’m not an Assassin.” “So counting yourself out of the Brotherhood then?” John asked. “I’m already a Samurai! I don’t need to align myself to another form of service to the people...or in this case, ponies.” “Do I need to point this out but who do you even serve right now? Face it you need someone to follow.” John pointed out with a smirk. “ALRIGHT!!! You made your point!” Sam snapped. “Now can we find what clues we can concerning Honesty of Eden?” “I guess so, Miss Smith could you show us where we need to go?” Granny nodded and carefully walked to the barn with the group behind her. She entered the barn and pointed to a large stack of hay bales. “The trap door should be hidden under these,” she said. “Now, I’m a bit tired. You go look through the place while I rest here.” She then sat down on a hay bale. “You sure it’s safe to be out in the open right now?” “Listen, I may be old, but I’m not defenceless.” She lifted part of her dress to show part of a hidden dagger strapped to her leg. “Just be careful, you're the only experienced Assassin here now.” John admitted as he began to clear the hay bales away from the trapdoor. Sam, Applejack, and Big Mac helped clear the hay until they all found the trapdoor. Applejack lit a lantern and led the way into the secret cellar. “What do you think we’ll find?” Sam asked, carefully trying to not trip. “No idea.” John replied. “Well, we should find out soon,” Applejack said. “We’ve come to a door.” Without hesitation, she opened the door and a bunch of torches lit up on all the walls. The light revealed a large, well furnished room. There were two mannequins (or poniquins, to be a bit more literal) that had Assassin uniforms that seemed to be roughly the size of Big Mac and Applejack. “Looks like someone wanted you both to join them,” John admitted. “Talk about foresight,” Sam muttered in amazement. Applejack, however, took notice of a note on a table. She picked it up and read it, bursting into tears part way through. She then handed the note to Big Mac, who then went to hugging her sister after he read it. “Umm… something we need to know about?” John asked. Big Mac handed the note to Sam, who read it loud enough for John to hear. My Dearest Children, By the time you read this, your mother and I, and possibly your grandmother, are already dead. We are (were) the last Assassins of this age. While we have kept you from learning of the Brotherhood for most of your life, one of our unicorn brethren had a vision of the next age...concerning you. It will be inevitable that the Templars will eventually come after you. When they do, it will be up to you and any of your friends (both of and not of Equis) will need to rebuild the Brotherhood. Do know, that your mother and I love you all with all of our hearts. Nothing is true, Everything is permitted. Your father, Applejack the Patriarch P.S. Your mother and I only had the time to prepare Assassin Armor and weapons Macintosh the Strong and Applejack the Honest. If any more decide to join, armor and weapons will have to be made for them. “Well, that's just peachy.” John groaned. “Quite a responsibility placed on their shoulders,” Sam commented. “Not like we had responsibility placed on our shoulders before,” Applejack said. John and Sam looked up at her and saw that she and Big Mac had already donned their armor, hoods, and hidden blades. “How do they fit?” John asked. “It’s as if Ma and Pa knew how we would grow and end up like,” Big Mac said. “I did find this in the pocket of my outfit,” Applejack said, showing a small piece of paper. On the paper were the words, ‘In all honesty, the Apple never falls far from the tree. Look to us when you need the Artifact of Honesty.’ “What could that mean?” “I’m not sure,” Applejack said. “They either mean their grave or...” “Yes?” Sam asked. “Ma’s jewelry box!” Applejack exclaimed with a snap of her fingers. “It’s stored in the top room of the barn and was larger than what she needed for what jewelry she did have.” “Hiding something in plain sight,” Sam said. “Simple psychology, works every time.” “No need to use those fancy words to say that it was smart,” Applejack said, somewhat smartly. “Trust me it’s almost impossible for Sam to make anything sound smart, and somehow he just managed to do so,” John joked. “Hey! Don't talk about my teeth like that!” Sam shouted. “I'm already aware that I have dental hygiene problems!” “What does that have to do with your intelligence?” “Oh, right.” “I should say that Sam ain't joking about Ma and Pa hiding the thing close to them being clever,” Big Mac added. “It’s common for Assassins to hide things, would you want your kids knowing the truth if it could get them killed?” John pointed out. “It makes sense,” Applejack said. “I may not like it or even want to do it myself, but it may sometimes have to happen. The truth can destroy as well as build up.” “That's true,” John admitted. “Alright! Enough philosophising!” Sam said. “Let’s get to finding the Eden piece and get Applebloom back!” Applejack and Big Mac nodded in agreement. The group left the secret cellar, and found Granny Smith still there, but dressed in a set of Assassin robes. “I knew this day would come. I couldn’t tell you, as I had to let you see to believe.” John then looked to the group before he said “I should be honest with you all. I think I may already have two Pieces of Eden.” “Ain’t no surprise there,” Applejack responded. “You wanted to keep us safe, just like Ma and Pa.” “Not to sound horrible to you, but you barely know me and Sam… heck we barely know each other.” “Hey, after that traumatizing incident involving haggis, you needed someone to help you deal with the odd yet frightening dreams,” Sam said. “I had to be that person. So don’t say I don’t know you.” “That never happened, you're talking about someone else,” John groaned. “Oh right, that was your brother.” “I think you were drunk and can’t remember but nobody said that.” “It’s not my fault that naps make me drunk.” “Break it up you two!” Big Mac warned. “Let’s get back to the issue we’re dealing with.” “Alright, okay! Let's get to the barn’s attic or whatever it's called.” The group, minus Granny, climbed a nearby ladder into the loft, finding everything that was there well organized. The jewelry box was on top of a few heavier chests, thanks to the organization. John just looked to Applejack and Big Mac before he said, “I think you should open it.” They had no arguments to that. They opened the jewelry box, finding a lack of jewelry, but the Assassin sigil was in its bottom. They brushed over the sigil and it lit up with an orange light. The fake bottom opened and revealed a bronze sphere with a small apple shaped slot. “So that’s the Honesty of Eden?” John said curiously. “I guess so,” Applejack agreed. “Ain’t seen it until now.” “So now what?” Sam asked. “Try to rig a trap in the trade of Applebloom for this?” “This isn’t our choice Sam, it’s theirs.” John admitted. “I think waiting for Twilight should be a good start,” Applejack said. Trumpets were then heard just outside the barn. “Well speak of Tartarus and it shall appear. I think we may have some help on this.” She then quickly went down the ladder to inform Twilight of her discovery. John could only look at her before shouting, “Applejack don’t!” The sound of combat was then heard. Big Mac hurried down the ladder to help his sister. John and Sam followed him out of the barn to find Twilight tied up like a turkey, and Applejack in a vicious fight with a few soldiers dressed in armor that had the Templar cross on it. Both Big Mac and Sam joined in to help. “I had a bad feeling this was going to happen,” John said angrily as climbed back up as he grabbed the Piece of Eden before climbing back down the stairs once again to the group before shouting “Stop right now!” as he held the Piece of Eden up. The fighting stopped as everypony and one looked at him. “I don’t know what overbearing idiot started this but I can tell you this, the Piece of Eden that is here is not real! It’s a fake for one thing if it was it would have done something as soon as someone touched it, however I will make you an offer, return the one you have taken and I shall not hunt each of your order down, and you don’t want a trained Assassin Master hunting you all down I assure you,” John bluffed. The Templar Knights looked at each other before a Templar Peacekeeper started laughing. “Nice try at the lie,” she said. “The reason why it won't work is because it is missing a component.” She then opened a pouch on his belt and pulled out… “How in all of known and unknown existences did you get your hands on the Element of Honesty!” Sam shouted out. “Let's just say, Celestia is a bit too trusting,” the Peacekeeper answered. “She hands the Elements of Harmony to a guard, and it gets handed to us. Bingo, Bango, Bongo!” John just looked to Sam before he nodded as he thought I’m only going to have one shot at this. “What do you want?” The Peacekeeper placed the Element back in the pouch. “There is only one thing I want.” “I’m guessing it’s not world peace,” John said. “That's the collective goal for all Templars,” She said. She then pulled out a small crossbow. “But for me personally, I just want you filth washed off the face of the land.” “I’m assuming you mean humans and not ponies,” John mocked his hand reaching towards his pistol, I might only have two bullets left, I better make them count. “How dense are you, Assassin? I mean filth as in all Assassins!” She pulled the trigger on her crossbow, as the arrow struck John in the chest right on his heart as he collapsed onto his knees. Sam's eyes twitched before they lit up in anger. “You!!!” He shouted before charging her and starting the fight anew. While he was busy with her, Applejack and Big Mac kept on the others so he could deal with his friend's killer. However before they started a gunshot rang out before the Templar Peacekeeper fell to the floor a bullet hole through her skull before John’s voice said “What was the thing about not fighting someone who’s got nothing left to lose?” as he stood up ripping the bolt out of his chest as the wound healed over and he walked towards the stunned Templars and stopped as he stood over the dead body picking up the pouch that held the Element of Honesty. “This is your last chance, put down your weapons, surrender and tell us where you took Applebloom before I start talking heads, and there are a few of you so it can go on for a while.” John added with a sadistic grin. As soon as The remaining Templars saw this almost all of them dropped their weapons and dropped to the floor shaking in fear. John then looked at the five that were still standing readied their weapons, “Looks like some of you are eager to die.” The five ponies all looked at each other as they charged John. He then quickly grabbed his sword as he decapitated the first, thrust his blade directly through the armour of the second almost as if it wasn’t there which caused the other three to back away slowly as John asked them “You willing to tell you what we want to know?” Two of the remaining soldiers looked at John before shouting “Not on our lives!” before charging once again only for John to thrust his sword through the neck of the first and shoot the second through the heart before he said with a smirk “shot through the heart and you're to blame,” as he turned to the last standing soldier. The last Templar, a Warden, looked around and saw the surprised look that Sam had, the shocked look that Twilight and the Apples had, and the fleeing forms of his “comrades.” “Maybe you’ll cooperate with me,” John said as he reached back under his jacket pulling out a revolver he knew to be empty. As he kicked the remaining templar to the ground as he just stood on him holding him to the ground before he added “ever played Russian Roulette, this gun has one bullet in,” John admitted as he span the empty chamber as it locket into place, “How lucky are you?” The Templar just started at John frozen in fear. John only smirked at this has he said “No answer, okay,” before pulling the trigger once as only a click was heard. This caused the pony to flinch before he shouted “I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Just no more!” John then looked to the others before saying “ask away.” “Where’s Applebloom!?” Applejack shouted. “What makes you think I know?” The warden replied. “The farm is attacked twice by the same ponies,” Sam commented. “It doesn't take Sun Tzu to realize that they are connected.” “Who?” Applejack asked. “I'll explain later.” “You think if I knew I’d tell you,” the Warden replied trying to show a shred a bravery. John only sighed before he leveled the revolver with the Warden’s head again before pulling the trigger as it clicked again causing the Warden to flinch again, “Don’t try our patience this only has three empty chambers left.” “They took her to the Catacombs under Canterlot!” the warden shouted out in fear. “That's better,” Sam said. “Now, is Princess Celestia and the other ruling alicorns aware of the Templar Order?” “If they were, we’d be destroyed for what we did today,” the Warden pointed out. “Back where we came from, such things happened and were either overlooked or there was a “reasonable” explanation,” Sam pointed out. “Then again, this isn't where we came from, so what do I know?” “Can someone untie me?” Twilight asked. “Yeah, why don’t you go and untie the one that led us right to you,” the Warden mocked. “How do you not know she’s not a Templar that betrayed you?” “That wasn't directed towards you,” she said. “Also, do you really think I would be dumb enough to betray my friends like that!?” “Power corrupts, once you get a taste of it, you’ll do anything to attain more,” the Warden replied. “Then why hasn't the oldest and most powerful pony, Celestia, gone and made the world her personal play toy or whatever?” Sam asked. “How do you know she hasn’t?” “The Templar Order wouldn’t exist or be in secret if she did, right?” John the sighed before he said “Keep trying to turn us against each other and the last rounds will all be shot into your skull. Understand.” “I… I understand,” the Warden replied now shaking in fear. “So, how are we gonna go about saving Applebloom?” Big Mac asked as he helped Twilight out of her restraints. “Now what to do with this one,” John said looking down at the Warden. “I think he should help us.” Everyone froze in shock at Applejack’s words. “What?” “Why should we even consider letting a Templar help us?” John asked. “Well, while I could tell that he wasn't lying, he may just be hoping that we'll decide to walk in blind,” she said. “If we take him with us, then we can have him lead us. Not to mention, he may already be considered a traitor for telling us as much as he did.” “And I’d assume those who escaped would tell their leaders about my seeming inability to die,” John pointed out, “Wouldn’t they assume he did so out of knowledge he wouldn’t survive if he didn’t?” “Let's also say, it's a gut feeling,” she said. “He may act willing, but I feel he's far from it.” “What do you mean by that?” *cough*Brainwashing*cough* Sam said. “So what would you have me do, after we do get Applebloom back he’ll still know too much that could endanger you all.” “Assuming what Sam said is correct, once he's free, have him join us.” “...maybe we should leave that choice to the only one of us here with real experience,” John suggested. “We'll see about that once Applebloom is back,” Granny said. “I guess even I’ll have to back up on my stance now I guess,” John chuckled as he released the Warden below him. “There we go,” Applejack said. She then turned her attention to Big Mac. “Now I think while we're saving Applebloom, you need to stay here.” “I guess we do have some new gear that needs sorting through,” John pointed out as he gestured to the weapons that had been left along with the armour on the dead templars. “I was thinking that he can keep an eye out for unwelcome visitors and keep that idiot of a Samurai in check,” Applejack corrected. “Yeah,” Sam agreed before suddenly realizing what she said. “Wait, what?” “Bit slow on the uptake there weren’t you Sam?” John smirked. “Applejack’s idea is a good one. Johnny, Sur Bucket Head, and herself can go find Applebloom, while Mac, myself, and Silk-for-Brains watches the farm.” “Now, I'm thinking everyone is just picking on me.” “There's so much worse they could do… but there's one other thing I realized earlier,” John admitted. “What’s that?” Twilight asked. “That Templar earlier that had the Element of Honesty, said she was handed it, she didn’t have the others, so does that mean the Templars have all of them except the one we hold?” John suggested. “That can be an additional goal while you're there,” Sam said. “Retrieve or find where the Elements could be. After all of that, give Celestia a tongue lashing for being too trusting.” “Don't you dare!” Twilight growled threatening. “I wasn’t going to… but she needs to know whoever she handed them to betrayed her and assisted in having Sweet Apple Acres burned to the ground, assisted in the attempted assassination of Applejack and myself along with Applebloom’s kidnapping along with the treatment you were subjected to for simply knowing us.” Twilight opened her mouth to respond, only to pause. “That...actually makes sense,” she muttered. “And the thing that makes this worse is the man who did this must be close to Celestia for her to allow one of Equestria strongest defences to be passed to them, meaning it’s somebody close to her… maybe Luna or someone in her close family perhaps.” “I highly doubt Luna is in with the Templars,” Sam said. “She already regrets what she did as Nightmare Moon. Why would she make it worse by siding with an organization that is worse than that?” “I wasn’t implicating her I meant it would be someone she trust almost unconditionally, she wouldn’t hand them to any random guard.” “John, she could trust a manticore to not try to eat her, even if she is partially chewed up and ready to be swallowed by it.” “Enough arguing!” Applejack shouted. “The more time we waste, the closer Applebloom comes to death or worse!” “Alright then,” Sam said. “Get going then. We'll see about getting things fixed up here.” Sam then did the ‘shoo’ gesture. “Okay I get it,” John replied before looking to Applejack and the Warden before he said “Shall we get moving?” “Sir Bucket Head first,” she said. “I have a name you know,” The Warden replied in annoyance. “What is it then?” Sam asked. “My names Dark Haze,” the Warden replied. “Well Dark, you’ll lead us to wherever Applebloom is and if you survive you may get a chance at redemption.” “You, drive a hard bargain.” “It’s not a bargain,” John replied as he finally placed his revolver back under his cloak. “Fine, I agree to your terms as long as you don’t kill me,” Dark Haze replied in defeat. “Good, now let's move,” John ordered as he, Dark Haze and Applejack made their way towards the Canterlot Catacombs. “Well,” Sam said, turning to Big Mac and Granny. “Wood, nails, and blueprints to rebuild?” Author's Note Technically, this chapter was written up a month or so ago, but it took forever to publish it. What can I say? School and work takes a lot out of me.
Chapter 4Several hours after leaving Ponyville, Dark Haze, John, and Applejack found themselves in Canterlot just at the entrance to the Catacombs. However, a neon sign that read, ‘Entrance to Canterlot Templar base. Trespassers will be caught and subjected to illegal experiments,’ had raised an important question. “How has nobody questioned their activities? That sign makes it blatantly clear their up to no good,” John admitted. “I'm thinking that these uppity Canterlot folk just think it's a joke,” Applejack said. “Or it's true that the Princess is too trusting.” John just raised an eyebrow to her before he said “We did tell you that earlier but you and Twilight didn't want to believe that was the case.” “It's just hard to believe that somepony that you thought was without fault made mistakes,” Applejack said. “Everyone makes mistakes, but you forget history is written by the victor,” John said before groaning as he looked to his pistol and muttered “And this thing is nothing but a trinket now.” “What about the other one?” “You mean the revolver? It’s empty it was a bluff.” John admitted. “So I wasn’t in danger of being killed.” “Not with that gun… my blades are another matter.” John replied. “The threat was empty concerning the gun thing, but not on bodily harm.” “I’m not very trusting of those who participate in attempted murder or kidnappings,” John replied. “To be fair his reasoning is fair, I did assist in committing a crime,” Dark Haze agreed. “Anyway, let's just get in there and get Applebloom back,” Applejack said. “Anything we should know before we enter?” “That right now from how you're dressed you’ll be killed before you reach the door,” Dark Haze admitted. “So we need disguises?” “And hope they don’t see your face, A lot of the templars know how you look, they literally have posters of you that read kill on sight in there.” “What do you suggest then?” “The obvious one is don’t use the front door, as for how we can get in… there is a old sewage entrance at the side of the complex that leads towards the prison cells, but I have no idea where they’ll bring you out in the prison itself.” “Better idea than the front door, though. Lead the way.” “Okay, just don’t expect much from it,” Dark Haze replied before he lead them around the side of the cliff face before they saw an open sewage grate above them the hatch on the ground with a note on it that read ‘I’ve got your backs. SH’. “Who’s SH?” Applejack asked. “Hell if I know,” John replied. “A very close ally of mine,” Dark Haze replied with a smile. “Can you be more specific?” John asked. “Not right now.” “I agree, save Applebloom now, questions later.” Applejack then entered the sewer. “If this ally of your tries to kill any of the order, I don’t care for what reason you're both dead on the spot, understand.” John warned. “Completely,” Dark Haze replied as he climbed into the sewage grate as John followed swiftly behind him. Once the two were in, they saw Applejack just finishing the beheading of a Templar guard with her axes. Once the body fell to the ground, she said, “Þú ert dauður!” “I’m guessin it wasn’t clear,” John sighed as he walked next to her. “Eeyup,” she answered. “I kept the fight as quiet as possible, so I'm sure no one heard us fight.” “Let's hope so, to much resistance will cause a lot of problems,” John admitted before he activated his Eagle Vision before he said “We have three guards ahead of us and another that looks to be climbing down a ladder.” “I'll take the ladder one, you two take the others,” Applejack said before carefully sneaking forward. “I'll help you once the one on the ladder is dead.” “Okay, and try to avoid being seen,” John requested. Applejack nodded and carefully crept through the shadows until she reached the ladder. Once the guard got off the ladder, she grabbed him and pulled him into the shadows, and with the sound of a hidden blade, he was dead. As this was happening both Dark Haze and John silently moved to flank two of the three guards, however before they could so anything one in the centre began to move sporadicallyswinging his sword as he sliced the throat of the guard to his right before suddenly stabbing the other in the chest before they both fell to the floor dead. “What just happened?” John asked as he walked next to the central guards corpse as he found a small needle in his neck before he said “maybe someone poisoned him?” “Who are you?” Applejack asked threateningly. “You that SH that was on that note?” No reply was heard as Applejack’s voice echoed around the sewers. She relaxed her stance and put one of her axes on her belt. “Well, whoever that was that was, at least we may be on the same side.” “Lets hope thats the case and they didn’t just miss one of us,” John said hopefully. “What do you think Haze?” Applejack asked. “I can’t be sure exactly, but I can tell you this. The poison that was used isn’t made by Templars, so whoever used it has some other motive for being down here.” “Then let's hope that person doesn't turn on us.” Applejack began climbing the ladder out of the room with John and Dark Haze following swiftly behind her. -Back in Ponyville- “Okay, the ash and unsalvageable wood has been cleaned up. The good wood is properly stored. Now what?” Sam said to Big Mac. “Now, we wait for Chance-A-Lot,” he answered. “Who?” “A lot of ponies just call him Carmel.” “Oh.” Seconds later a pony that had light amber coat and brown tail and mane ran towards them only for him to crash into the sign causing it to fall to the ground towards the group. Sam looked back and forth between Big Mac and the fallen sign and pony. “Is that the guy?” “Eeyup!” The pony then stood up and groaned as he saw the group as he walked over to them and said “Sorry for damaging the sign… again.” He then noticed the lack of a house before he asked Big Mac “Should I ask what happened to the house, and why exactly you're wearing that getup? You going to a fancy dress party or something?” “Actually, I'm just dressed and ready for any unwelcome guests since the last ones took down the house,” Big Mac joked. “Is that person next to you welcome?” Caramel asked nervously. Big Mac looked at Sam with a somewhat confused smirk. “He's not dangerous...mostly.” “That really inspires confidence,” Caramel replied nervously looking at Sam. “And you hitting the sign does?” Sam asked. Carmel looked at the fallen sign before he said “I guess you’ve got me there.” “It's okay. You're not the only one that's accident prone. I accidentally stuck my shoulder with one of my sickles.” “And people think I’m a danger to myself,” Caramel chuckled. Big Mac sighed. “While it's nice that you're getting along, let's see about getting the frame up for the house.” He tossed a hammer to Carmel and Sam, Carmel missing it and it hitting him on his hoof. “Son of a…” Caramel said in annoyance before stopping as he said “I’m fine, don’t worry,” as he picked the hammer back up.” “Alright, I just hope that-” An explosion was then heard in the distance towards town. “I need to learn to not talk.” “What kind of Hornets nest have you kicked now?” Caramel asked nervously. “Let's just say, my parents had friends, who had enemies, who apparently resort to questionable methods to try and rule the world or something,” Big Mac answered. He then ran to the barn. “Be right back!” “What are you getting?” Caramel asked. His answer came when Big Mac came back with a shield and a flail. “We're heading into town to see what's going on. You're gonna need this.” He handed the items over to him. “Are you crazy! Why would I need these, there's no chance I’m fighting.” “No offense, but your name is Chance-A-Lot,” Sam pointed out. “You have more of a chance of fighting for your life than I do of suddenly turning into a duck.” “Seriously there's a difference between getting lucky in avoiding getting crushed by signs and facing someone who trying to destroy the town!” “From our recent experience, they don't do it on purpose. They have a target in mind, but innocent people will get caught in the crossfire...and they won't care.” “Even less of a reason for us to intervene,” Caramel argued, “I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m not a soldier.” Suddenly, Caramel was snagged by a sickle and pulled to Sam. “So, let me get this straight. You are willing to let others get hurt rather than yourself?” “I left this life when the Brotherhood fell so yes I am!” Caramel shouted before he realised what he had said. “Umm…” Big Mac calmly walked up to Caramel and gave him a deadpan stare. Without warning, he charged Caramel, picked him up, threw him into a tree, and slammed his knee into nose. “Then I should tell you that you should have recognized Assassin armor when you saw it! The Brotherhood is being rebuilt, and we need whatever veterans we can get!” “Then you don’t need me,” Caramel argued, “I was thrown out before I even was trained.” “Then I can train you!” Sam said. “If I'm correct, they threw you out for your clutziness. I'm a bit of a clutz myself, so you can learn from me! Now get your rump in gear before I get it in gear for you! Innocent blood will be on your hands if you do nothing!” “And the same will happen if I do, The Templars know of my past and will murder my family if I rejoin you! I will not risk their lives again,” Caramel retorted. “Then give me their address and I'll get them to safety!” Sam shouted. “But you must realize, there are two forces in this world. Things to act and things to be acted upon. Are you going to pony up and be a proper stallion, or lay down and be a doormat? Because I can shave you and let the Templars make a rug out of your hair.” “Unless you can get my pregnant wife out their catacombs I’ll be a frickin doormat to keep them safe!” “You're in luck then,” Big Mac said. “Applebloom was just kidnapped by the Templars, and we sent a rescue team. I'm sure they'll free anyone else that is there.” “Well until they are safe, i’m not joining back up and that's that!” Caramel argued. “Well, since you put it that way-” Sam's fist suddenly lashed out and knocked Caramel out. “Sweet dreams. Your wife will be with you when you wake up.” He then dragged him to the barn. Then Big Mac and Sam began running to town. As Big Mac and Sam reached town, they saw a pillar of smoke rising from the center of town. They hurried to the location of the fire, and they found Sugar Cube Corner up in flames, with a flat maned Pinkie Pie and a very pregnant Mrs. Cake staring at the burning building. Surrounding the two, were a bunch of Templar soldiers, one of which was a Lawbringer. “What's wrong? Not going to try and save your husband,” The Lawbringer chuckled as he mocked Pinkie and Mrs Cake, “You're just leaving him to burn alive and listen to his screams. Why don’t you do something? You thought it was a good idea to mess with us now? How does it feel?” “I've got a bad feeling about this situation,” Sam muttered in fear. “Why's that?” Big Mac asked, a hint of fear hidden in his voice. The Lawbringer then smirked at Mrs Cake as he scratched the tip of his poleaxe against her chest leaving a light scratch along it, “What’re you going to do Pink Paint Sniffer, you gonna stop me?” “Stop it,” Pinkie muttered under her breath. “What's that, you want one of my guys to have their way with the bitch, you really must have no respect her the widow,” The lawbringer mocked again as one of the templars walked behind Miss Cake. “I think we should step in.” Big Mac moved to intervene, but Sam held him back. “I think Pinkie can handle this,” Sam said. “Or should I say, Pinkamena.” “Pinkie,” Miss Cake said shakily in fear. “What wrong Paint Sniffer, don’t care,” The Lawbringer mocked once more. “I told you to stop it,” Pinkie repeated as she looked up towards the Lawbringer before quickly gripping something tightly in her hands before quickly bringing her hand towards the Templar who was behind Mrs Cake as she stabbed a knife into the Templars neck before quickly grabbing his sword as he died and pointed it towards the Lawbringer. “Okay, NOW we can help,” Sam said as he pulled out his katana. He then raised his voice. “Pinkamena! Sic ‘em!” Pinkie only nodded before she said “Mrs Cake you need to get away from here,” as she thrusted the stolen blade forward into and exposed part of the Lawbringer armour as the other templars backed away slowly leaving Mrs Cake with enough room to slowly move towards Big Mac and Sam. Once she was in the clear, Big Mac and Sam charged into the Templar horde while Pinkie kept hacking, slashing, and stabbing at the Lawbringer. Unbeknownst to the three fighting the Templars, the fire from the bakery started to spread. Sam noticed this first. “Mac! Get the townspeople and get a fire brigade going!” Mac nodded and went towards Town Hall to do that. In that brief moment a Templar tried to attack him from behind, but Sam sidestepped the strike and kicked him into the fire. “Osoi!” After a few minutes of fighting, the Templars were either dead or dying. The Lawbringer was among the dying. Pinkie was standing over the dying Lawbringer the sword she has been using stabbed into his abdomen as kept moving it slightly causing the Lawbringer to scream out in pain each time, “Come In say it, I dare you! What am I!” The Lawbringer just stayed quiet shaking in fear at the crazed mare. “Come on where's your voice now, say something,” Pinkie said again whilst twisting the sword again as the Lawbringer cried out weakly. Sam whistled in a dog calling fashion and yelled, “Pinkamena! Stand down!” Only for her to ignore him as she continued twisting the blade as the Lawbringer died still screaming till his last breath even then she failed to cease her attack. Sam launched a sickle at her to snap her back to her senses. It caught her shoulder and pulled her to him. “Why are you stopping me, that monster deserves to die slowly! Let me go!” Pinkie shouted still too blinded by anger to realise what she’d done. “He’s already dead!” Sam shouted before thumping her a few times with the blunt sides of his sickles. “I can understand you’re mad, but if you are to use it, don’t be blinded by it!” “Like Tartarus he is!” argued as she got free and kicked the corpse before pulling the sword sideways from the dead body and stabbing it into the cadavers neck as she said “Now he’s dead.” before walking away her hair still flat and lifeless. “You done?” Sam asked. “Well being I can’t throw him into the fire while he’s still alive, I guess,” Pinkie replied coldly. “Okay, now that you are calm, relatively speaking, can you tell us what they were here for?” Mac asked. “How should I know, they just came in, began shouting nonsense, then set the place on fire for no reason,” Pinkie argued. “What were you doing when they came in?” Sam asked. “Well I greeted them like any other customer, then they said something about a something of Eden before shouting then setting the place on fire.” Sam paced a bit before turning to her. “Did they mention anything about Assassins or Templars?” “Aren’t Templars those people who kidnap families and use them for weird experiments?” Pinkie inquired. “That is more than likely them,” Mac answered. “What about Assassins? “What are they?” “Opposites of the Templars,” Sam answered. “And you’re looking at two of them.” “Your Assassin’s?” Pinkie said looking towards Big Mac, “Since when?” “Since we learned of our family’s secret past, which was just earlier today,” Mac answered. “In fact, we have plenty of open spots for new recruits,” Sam told her. “What do you say? Want a chance to fight these guys?” “What do I get if I do?” Pinkie asked barely looking at Sam. “Not only a chance to get back at them for killing your employer’s husband, but a means to defend her,” Sam said. “As of now, Mrs. Cake and her future foals are under Assassin protection,” Mac said, planting his axe into the ground like a flag. “And what about you? What do you get from me joining?” “A new member for the fight, and a friend to watch our backs.” “What else it seems like I’m getting the better deal here, what do you really want?”’ “To stop the Templars from taking over the world by taking everyone’s freedom and/or lives.” Pinkie then just sighed before she said “Okay… but where are you hiding out… and why was there smoke near Sweet Apple Acres?” “The farm was attacked earlier, the house was burnt down, and Applebloom was kidnapped,” Mac said. “But for now, saving Applebloom is being taken care of. We need to see about finding the Piece of Eden that the Templars were after and check your other friends. There may be other pieces that are related to your friends and the Templars will be wanting to ‘talk’ to them.’ “What would we know about these things?” “All we know is that they be related to the Elements of Harmony. Collectively, they are called Harmony of Eden. We have found Honesty of Eden already,” Sam told her. “And what does that even do?” “We haven’t determined that yet,” Mac said. “But if the Templars are after them, then they aren’t good.” “Well do you have idea where you should even be looking for them? Or even how to find them?” “Maybe talking with your parents may give some clues,” Sam said. “After all, Applejack’s and Mac’s parents knew of Honesty of Eden, so maybe your parents may know of Laughter of Eden.” “But emergency family reunions will have to wait,” Mac said. “We need to check on your friends. Pinkamena, go check on Fluttershy. Sam and I will check Rarity and Rainbow.” “You really think I should see Fluttershy while being covered in blood?” “The combination of your flat hair and the blood will show her how serious the situation is,” Sam said. “Once you are done checking on her, take her to the barn at the farm. Take Mrs. Cake with you.” “I’ll have to find Mrs. Cake first, I have no idea where she went.” “We’ll keep an eye out for her then,” Mac said. “Now, let’s go.” Author's Note It's not dead, I tell you!
