Fall of Equestria: Assassin's Remourse

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 2 (Shorty)

Chapter 1

The year is 2017. Many years has pass since a unknown organization wages a constant bloody war in the shadows with the Templar Order. The unknown group of fanatics as the templars' would describe them is called The Assassins; a group of highly trained individuals who dedicated themselves on stopping the Templar Order from completing their ultimate goal. total control over the people. The Templar Order is weakening and the Assassins have them on the run, one young assassin must embark a mission to take out one of the Templar' asset.

Robert grew up most of his life in the care of the Assassins'. They trained him, molded him into one of their own. Most of the young ones failed the training course but out of all them; Robert excelled beyond even their limits. Something drives this young man to enact such determination. Revenge, rage, or maybe the pure desire of seeing the Templar Order crumble beneath them. Who knows?

Robert peers over a corner in a nearby alleyway. Before him lies a large compound that brighten the night sky. He hums a certain tone as he glares at the compound with a hint of boredom printed on his face. While he hums to himself he notices half a dozen of Templar agents in armored car pass a security checkpoint. While this happens his ear piece began to spike up which gained his attention. Clicking on the ear piece he was met by a familiar voice of the Guild's Communications officer.

"Carlos, the compound is heavily guarded." Robert said.

"Damn, well lucky for you the sewers runs through the compound. Over to your left is a man-hole," Carlos informed. "Do you see it?"

Robert glances over to his left to indeed see a man-hole.

"Yep," He replied before opening the man-hole before sliding it over. He was met by a repulsive smell. "Ugh, damn that smell."

"Hey its better then getting shot right?" Carlos said with a hint of cockiness in his tone.

"Shut up."

He quickly switch off his ear piece before removing the hatch with little effort as he descended into the foul smelling sewers.

He made his way down the damp, long, sewers as the stream of decontaminated water could be heard from afar, this means he must be close to the entrance of the basement of the templar controlled factory but also near his target.

He full on sprinted as he saw a glimpse of light sheering on the ground, leading upwards, indicating that he's near the manhole that the observatory was located.

After arriving at the manhole he grabbed a hold the ladder before ascending upwards into the Templar observatory. He extended his hidden blade into a crack before hitting it as the manhole opened. Sliding it sideways with a thud he crawled out as he observed his surrounding closely.

Dusting himself off he found that he was in the janitor dorm-room, noticing that he was in a cramp, dark room with only a small light bulb that was flickering rapidly.

He soon found himself checking his equipment to make sure that there all working properly. All assassin's are to have a hidden blade when working on a contract. Packing with him was a few poison knives that his mentor allowed so if the Templar manage to spot him, he can silence them real quickly. But also packing with him was a standard M4 pistol if this contract goes south.

He opened the door as he was met by a sudden pulse of unknown energy that was visibly seen in the air as a bright blue light was seen around the large observatory in a wavy motion.

This peaked his curiosity, so he decided to investigate this unknown blue light. Getting into a proper position behind a large crate, he soon began to hear voices echoing off of the large room.

"Sir, the portal is stabilize." Said a young female voice.

"Ah, good now we can move on to step two." Said the awfully familiar deep rough voice. "Report to the Grand-master and tell him that Project Nova is in effect."

He heard footsteps heading right to him and as they grew closer, he stepped into the shadows. Holding his breath a young woman slowly passed in front of him just merely incs from his position. But luckily she didn't turned around. He turned his head, peaking from the shadowed corner and just like accordingly, Bobby was there. He was sitting down on a chair, looking at something.

Robert glanced at where Bobby was looking at as his eyes widen in surprise. Flabbergasted, he was staring at a large ghost-like portal. The portal itself was nothing like anything he has seen, how could this happen? Did the templars manage to actually open a rift between space and time? Why didn't the assassins' stop this or did they even known about this?

He shook these thoughts aside, deciding not to interfere with the portal. Right now he must focus on the contract at hand and that is to eliminate Bobby.

He walked out of the shadows, slowly walking to bobby as he unsheathed his hidden blade but before he could get any further. He was stopped by bobby's voice, speaking very hushy.

"I know your there, assassin." He spoke sickly. "And I know why you are here..."

"Then you know." He nodded in response.

"Yes I do and I fully accept what is coming." He sighed grivingly. "But can you do this old man a favor?"

He remained silent as Bobby turned his head to Robert, gazing into the hood full of strife. Finally after what felt like hours, he got up from his seat before slowly limping his way to him. He stopped right before him, his eyes fixated at his baby-blue eyes.

"Beyond that portal lies another world." He motion over to the portal. "I would like you to explore this world and document your findings. I only want you to do this, please, people must know what I've found."

Robert looked into his pleading brown eyes trying to search for anything that he could be hiding. But while gazing into his eyes, his very soul, he could only find sorrow.

He nodded as Bobby let out a sigh, knowing that his hard work could finally be expressed throughout the wide world, not in secret. Bobby sat down on his chair, looking at the blueprints of the portal.

His time has come. He lived a long glorious life as a director and asset for the Templar order.

The young assassin approached his target, unsheathing his hidden blade. Each step he make echoed across the wide room until he was right above him.

"I'll make it quick." He inquired.

He brought the blade to the scientist's neck, after a breathless moment he plunged it into his spinal cord, severing the spin from his body killing him instantly. Robert sheathed his blade before turning the chair towards him, glancing at bobby's corpse. His eyes drained from life before him. He crouched down before reaching over to his eyes, closing them.

" *Descansa en paz* (Rest in peace.)" He said respectfully before getting up.

But before he departed from the scene, a yell echoed across the room. He swiftly turned his head to the source to only find a few Templar agents heading his way, in search for blood, his blood of course. Reacting quickly, he dashed to the nearest exit but to find out that the Templar had all the exits covered.

Shit.

Now he has two options left. One is to fight off as many Templar there is until he dies or jump into the portal to see if Bobby was correct or not. Deciding not to die, he chose option two, well maybe he'll die if Bobby was wrong but also there is a chance that he'll live.

He pulled out his M4 firing a few rounds into a Templar that tried to charge him, leaving him riddled with holes.

Finally, he reached to the portal as the Templars lagged behind. He hesitated as he looked at the ghostly portal, a feeling of unbeknownst engulfed his entire body. But he was snapped out of it as a of group Templars charged him, knocking him off balance as he fell into the portal, with a group of Templars following suit.

Chapter 3

He found himself wondering the forest, aimlessly. As he expected the forest seemed to become more dense, the further he goes. But Its not the density that bother him that much, its the sheer fact that the forest is becoming more and more dark and soon enough it became so dark that he needed to use one of his flares that his mentor provided.

Now with only a flare to provide him some light, he continued to explore this dark and damp forest to for fill Bobby's dying wish. He got to admit this forest is a great place to conceal himself, due to the clothes he's wearing. The dark sickly green with black strips on it, It wasn't really his best choice but seeing that all the good robes are taken, he is forced to wear this.

Soon enough he found a crossroad, he was actually surprise about this. How can there be a man-made road, no one has been here at all unless bobby lied to him and tricked him to come here and if that is the case, why would he do that? He can't comprehend the fact that bobby tricked him, well actually that does sounds about right, he did serve the Templar order. But why put all that effort just to have an assassin to be trapped in this world, why not the whole guild? No there must be another reason but what?

He has to choose a route, right or left. Trusting his own decision , he chose right but the only reason why is because the last time he chose left, lets just say something bad happened.

While walking the dirt road, he notice that the forest began to clear up, now only a few trees could be seen as common animals could be easily noticed such like, bunnies, birds and others. This type of beauty is rarely seen in his world. But when he experience it, it usually ends up terribly ruined.

He looked ahead to find a clear viewing at the end of the forest, glad that he could see anything other then trees, he sprinted towards sunshine viewing.

Blinded by the light, he covered his eyes. After adjusting to the sunlight he glanced around his surrounding to see a town just in front of him. Surprised, he stood there for a moment, trying to take in the fact that he encounter a town, a undiscovered town that no man has ever seen before.

Snapping out of his trance, he took a breath before making his way towards the town. He didn't know what to expect maybe little green men or random creatures or just a empty town, who knows.

The town itself looked like its from the old times when the Templars ruled across the world in secret. But they were thwarted by the assassins'. He slowly made his way into the town noticing how quiet it is, Its strange, usually a town or city it would be striving with people. But instead it was calm and settling, an uncharacteristic perk about a town.

The silence soon was interrupted as he heard the sound of chattering in the distance. Seeking to not get in a strange predicament he decided to get to higher ground, climbing on a nearby building. It didn't took that long to locate the source of the chattering and what he found shocked him to the core. He looked upon what looks like the town's square and found caribou-like humanoids walking about. They had leashes on another type of humanoids, they looked so similar to ponies. But something is wrong about this, why do they enslave the others.

He hopped off of the building before landing in the streets where no one was looking. He walked into the busy street, blending into the crowd. The aliens don't seem to notice him that much probably due to his shadowy hood. But some of them would give him a quick glance or two as he walks past them.

As he walked the crowded streets, he seem notice a strange gathering of some sort. As he approached the crowd he bumped into a few caribou-like people to get a better view of whats going on. He soon notice that a caribou-like humanoid was trying to get a few people to buy some slaves.

"This one looks quite juicy, am I right!" Shouted the Merchant as the crowd began to charred in laughter.

He soon realized what this was. This was a sex slave auction but why would they do such a terrible act. He knew that this practice was forbidden and forgotten but it seem like they practice it. They are beings, they are sapient beings like them but here they are selling them like they were useless, pitiful cattle.

The poor look of the ponies makes his anger boil to the point where he can't really think straight. All he really what's to do is to go up there and kill the damn bastard. But he remembers his mentor's lessons, to wait until the right opportunity to strike our enemies to comes forth.

"Well then." He smiles. "Who wants this piece of fine ass."

While the crowd began to clamor for the pony, the young assassin was focus on the Merchant that was dealing with the auction. He must end this, but how. He glanced around to find any possible choices to make sure that this merchant's auction will be his last. He could only find one choice to end this, but it will be risky. He will have to wait.

He waited for the right opportunity to strike. As time begin to pass by so does the crowd. Soon enough only few that remained for the slaves. He doesn't want any sort of unwanted attention so that's why he waited but also to get the damn Merchant alone so he could finish his pitiful life. Glancing around cautiously, noticing that there was practically no guards around which gave him a bigger chance of escaping the scene.

"So anyone wants this down right lustful slave?!"

He slowly raised his hand in attempt to get his attention in hope of ending this monstrous auction.

"Twenty four thousand." He said almost in a doubtful whisper.

Some of the caribou looked at him in surprise. They wonder how can someone get that sort of money and where can they get some. The main reason why they want to get some so that they can get some slut to suck their cocks.

The Merchant grinned slightly before pointing at him in delight.

"SOLD!!" He laughed gloriously. "Come claim your 'price'."

He slowly walked up the wooden stairs that lead the main stage. The
broken, almost starved mares looked at him emotionless, some with a hint of fear. He paid no attention to them even though he pities them. His attention is the damn Merchant that stands before him.

He looked at him with this shit eating grin on his face. Before he spoke another word and blade stabbed his stomach. This caused everybody to gasp in utter shock before he dug deeper into his gut. Blood dripped on the floor before he collapsed on his knees looking at the assassin in horror. His face printed nothing, devoid of all emotion. He then plunge his hidden blade in his neck. The Merchant's body fell backwards, dead on the spot.

Everybody began to panic as they ran away like sheep. He didn't care all he cared about that the savage, son of a bitch Merchant is dead. He heard someone behind him yelled something. Looking behind him it was the mare that was about to auction to him.

She pointed at something behind him, glancing behind he found out that the local guards gaining near his position. A few armored caribou noticed him as they shouted furiously at him. At this point he knew what to do, he has to run.

He sprinted the opposite direction as his pursuers was following suite. He's not gonna lose them at this rate, so he decided to take the roofs. He see a ledge where he can lose them but something blocked him, a armored caribou blocked his way. He threw a dagger at the armored deer, hitting him dead in the chest as he fell to the ground, groaning helplessly. After dealing with him, he grabbed the ledge, pulling himself up without effort.

Now gaining the roofs, he ran across the straw covered roofs, jumping from roof to roof until he heard nothing but the silence of the wind. Now out of breath, he sat down, trying to get a hold of his breath. He's haven't had to run this much sense his training, he has to admit, it was a great workout. He's actually feeling great, the adrenaline pumping through his body when he was running, it felt good.

After taking a breather, he got up, looking around to see if any of those armored caribou was following. But gladly he out-ran them.

He heard a low growl coming from his gut, indicating that he needs to eat. Hopping down he started to search for any store that might provide him some food.

He pasted a few caribou that looked at him for a second, smiling manically. One of them grabbed a hold of the young assassin before pulling him into a alley. The leader he's guessing pulled out a small knife as he chuckled tossing the knife left and right repeatedly.

"Ah, know what ya look like." He smiled, his voice full of blood lust. "Ya better give ya'self up to the guards before we kill ya."

The young assassin remained silent as the deers exchange looks. The leader had enough of this insolence, growling, he tried to go for the kill but the assassin had other plans. The leader charge at him, yelling bloody murder but as he tried to stab him, the assassin grabbed his arm, twisting it over his shoulder before slamming it over his shoulder until he heard a bone-braking crack. The leader screamed in pain as he was tossed over to his pals.

Letting out a painful grunt, he looked at the assassin full of unbending rage. He broke his arm and now he's gonna pay for that. Looking at his pals with a dispitful look, at this point they know what the boss whats.

"Ah...WANT..HIS..HEAD!" He shouted in anguish as the group charge at the lonesome assassin.

One of them, pulling out a short sword and tried to slash at him but after another failed attempt, the young assassin grabbed his head before delivering a painful headbutt. This made the attacker let go of the blade as he staggered back before falling backwards, holding his nose, trying to stop the bleeding.

The assassin grabbed the blade, ready for the next attacker to strike. One armed with a dagger, charged at him before striking him full on. It was a useless attempt but he has to give him the benefit of the doubt that was a brave action.

He blocked the attacks until finally, tripping him making him land onto his back as the assassin brought his blade into the caribou's chest, killing him. Now his blade covered in blood, he waited until one of them had the courage to strike at him.

Finally, one of them made his way towards him. He stared at his opponent's eyes as he's eyes stared right back at him. They circled for a moment, none of them trying anything. Suddenly he hears what sounds like yelling coming from behind him. Glancing behind him, he found another thug trying to attack him. They thought that they would distract him so that they could get behind him, even though it was a sneaky move, It fail miserably

He flung the sword at the charging thug, making him fall back with the sword impaled into his chest. The others watched in horror as he screamed in agony. They stared at the young assassin full of fear, frozen in pure terror. One of them even had a thought of running away, all of them do actually. But they stood there as one of their pals died.

"Well, what are ya waiting for. Kill him." He demanded as they looked at their boss, they really don't want to face this guy.

Two of them manage to force themselves to approach the hooded figure. They pulled out their swords, circling the assassin before stopping as they charged at him. He dodged one of their attacks as the attacker collided against the wall, dazed from the impact. The other one manage to slash at him, making him hiss in pain as he keeled down. Now with a gashing wound, he looked at his attack as he smiled wildly.

For once he's having fun, this bastard cut him, he's gonna regret doing that. Dropping the blade, he slowly got up as a painful grunt escaped from his mouth. Standing up, time seemed to slow down as he unsheathed his assassin's blades before furiously charging at him with great speed. The thug didn't had a chance of winning. He brought his hidden blade into the thug's gut as he stabbed it repeatedly until finally finishing him as the blade digged into his chin making him gasp in shock as the blade could be seen in his mouth. Blood dripped from his mouth as the young assassin looked into his shocked eyes. The assassin pulled out the blade with great haste as the thug's body collapsed onto the dirt ground as a pool of blood drowned from the bleeding corpse.

He glanced to the right to see the other one was running at him with much haste as he swing his blade right towards him. Dodging the attack, he right hooked him before grabbing his head as he gave him a unpleasing headbutt. The attacker staggered as he held onto his snout as blood dripped from it. Grunting in anger, he furiously swing at the assassin but it was blocked by his assassin's blade as sparks from the impact was visibly seen. The attacker tried to swing at him again but was interrupted as one of the hidden blade's stabbed at his side, making him cough up blood. He keeled down as he dropped the blade, spitting out some more blood. The young assassin approached the now kneeling down thug, the thug looked at him his eyes full of haplessness. Kneeling down to his level, he stared at him for a moment, emotionless before delivering him a hard right hook as he fell to the ground, knocked out.

The leader looked in fear as he's men was being brutally beaten or killed. He now was alone with this ungodly being, this demon. He never seen anyone fight like this, it's like he's a ghost of some sort. The assassin glared at him as he grew closer and closer to him.

Damn this demon, damn him to hell!

He kneeled down, closing his eyes tightly, waiting for his dreadful death. After a few seconds past by, he opened his eyes to see that the demon was gone. All that was left was his carnage. Groaning erupted from the beaten down men as he slowly got up before slamming his fist into the wall in anguish.

Author's Note

Hey there guys, hope you like what your reading. If you see any mistakes tell me, Okay?

Chapter 4

He started to think about his actions in the past events. He let his feelings cloud his action and now he's a wanted man in this world. He wished he could rethink his judgement but now it is too late because now he needs to lay low for now.

As he sat near the edge of a building that viewed some of the cityscape. He started to wonder if he will be able to live in this world in peace some day but only time will tell when that comes.

Looking over edge, a few caribou was passing by as they laugh and giggled over sick jokes about their mares.

He let out a sigh of irritation before standing up. He need to keep moving if would be able to get away from any that would cause him any form of harm.

Jumping over a roof and landing to the other side of a building he began to sense a powerful presence of being watch. Glancing over to the source only to find nothing there but looking a bit closer he found something quite deceiving.

A blurry humanoid was barely seen as it walked towards him steadily. He heard the sound of heavy footsteps closing in for him. The blur rushed towards him as he felt something sharp stick in his arm. Backing up in shock, he looked at his arm to find out he was bleeding.

He knew he couldn't fight it due to his condition and also he couldn't see his attacker so he has only one opinion left. Run.

He sprinted across the roof before jumping down onto the ground. He surprised a few caribou before running past them.

He had to keep moving to escape this invisible pursuer, where ever he is. Glancing behind him, he saw a barely visible blur rushing towards him with incredible speed.

Making his way through the town in hope he would escape. He soon found himself in what appears to be the town Central. Looking at the town hall in tiredly amazement he knew he could probably lose his incredibly fast attacker in there. Caribou and their 'Pets' stared at the hooded assassin in curiosity as he past them before running into a group of caribou guards. The impact tumbled some of them as they shouted at the hooded assassin to stop. Soon enough they gave chase to catch him.

He knew that he had to get as much distance from his pursuers as possible. But running into those guards only gave his more trouble then before. He doesn't know if Karma hates him or his luck is running short. Sure he's done a few wrong things in the past but not bad enough to put him in this dangerous predicament. It must be his luck.

Making his way out of the Town Hall to find that he escape his invisible pursuer but to only find that he was being pursue by the local authorities.

Yep, must be my luck.

He kept his steady paste as the guards lagged behind him. The only threat was the one that was some how gaining his position. He turned a corner only to find a two more armed guards was blocking his way. Cursing under his breath, he turned his head to find his pursuers caught up with him. They drew out their broad, silver swords as they slowly approached him. Some chuckling over the fact he was caught by them and was completely surrounded. With only a moments to spare, he pulled out a few smoke bombs before hastily throwing it on the ground. It exploded causing smoke to erupt from the casings. This caused the guards to cough radically which gave enough time for the Young assassin to escape without being seen.

As he escape the scene, he took notes on how many supplies does he have. A few smoke bombs, his Beretta M9 loaded with 9x19 mm of Parabellum, his Hidden blades, a few poison darts, a gas mask that his master gave him, and Silver Blade that he picked up from that dead caribou thug. Everything looks in order for him to last for a little while until he could find a place where he could settle down.

Then the same thought from before came up into his mind. Will he be able to live in this world in peace? Can he be able finally have a place he could call home in this world?

His mind scrambles as he process this.

As he process this, another thought came into mind. A question that has been bugging him for awhile.

Is he gonna build his own guild?

Building his own guild is going to take some time and effort. There will be a lot to do if he would accomplish this. He began to list the possible challenges that will most doubtfully face. He's going to need a place to stay, but he doesn't think having a guild in town would be wise. Maybe somewhere he wouldn't be harassed, where no one would ever come to.

He notice a few man-holes that lined in perfect row up and down the street. He grinned as he slowly walked towards the man-hole in front of him. The sewers would be perfect for him, beside the smell, nothing else would bother him down there. Well except for a few rats that is.

He glanced around to see if there was anybody watching but to only find no one was on the street during the time.

Opening the man-hole, he soon found himself inside the sewer systems that was below the city. The smell was durable and which actually didn't smelt that bad. Sure there was a few rotten egg smells here and there, but overall durable.

Soon his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he began to track through the dark and strangely warm sewers. Pretty soon he came across a large area that showed much promise. He notice a few section of the area had unlit torches on the walls that could provide the area some light. Smiling, he began to get to work on the room.

It took hours upon hours to finally finish cleaning the area. He had to pick up tattered debris that laid on the ground and also to find a way to light the torches. Which by the way was pretty hard due to the fact he had to rely on a stick and some graphite that was surprising lying around.

He looked at his work, the torches dimmed bright against the stone walls. He could almost picture his disciples working, training to become better assassins. To protect the innocent and punish the wicked.

He's going to need recruits to better to make his dream a reality. Its going to take a awful lot of patience to train them but his master always say that 'To have patience is to have a weapon, use it wisely'.

He snatch a torch as he decent deeper into the dark, damp sewers. He notice that as he walked deep within the sewers, the stone walls become more molded, greenish, wet, vines that sprayed across the wall. Some of the vines also seem to block his way but was cleared out by his sword.

He soon had to stop due to all the vines that seem to become bolder, more tougher to cut through. He knew he had to go back and seeing that the torch was getting caught up by the vines only better his chances to go back.

He started to head back only find that the vines blocked his way. How can the vines grew back so quickly was beyond him. Swinging his sword towards the large vine, the vine recoiled back before strangely letting out groan. But multiple vines soon replaced it.

Hacking it again, the vines recoiled back before letting out hiss. He couldn't believe he was being held back by vines, but these vines was somehow growing in an alarming rate.

He had to get of here. But these 'things' was holding him here. Looking at his torch, an idea erupted in his mind.

Touching the vines with the torch, it hissed before recoiling again. He held the torch ahead, noticing that the torch was keeping the vines at bay. Slowly and steadily, he moved forward still with the torch at hand. The vines moved slowly from the heat of the fire.

'I guess these things doesn't like heat...'

He grumbles as he finally gotten out of that horrible section of the sewers. Whatever those vines was clearly didn't want him in there. But nonetheless, its not like something is in there that is important.

Right now he needs to think of how to get some recruits, like he said, its going to take a lot of patience to get some or maybe even one. But these ponies sure does not like how the Caribou are treating them so It might not actually be hard to get some but only time will tell but for now he needs sleep for tomorrow he searches for his new disciples to train.

Author's Note

Another chapter done, man ol man I'm on the roll today. Leave a comment below of how you like it and what changes that can make it better. :twilightsmile:

Ta Ta!! :pinkiehappy:

Chapter 5

Waking up with a awful pain on you're neck isn't the greatest feeling when you're sleeping with nothing on except for you're clothing to protect you from the bitter cold ground. But he actually got use to the feeling due to his intense training with his mentor.

He tilted his head to the side before hearing the satisfying sound of his joints popping. Some people would say popping you're joints is bad for you're health but how else would he get rid of the pain.

Speaking of pain, he still remembers the wound on his shoulder that some unforseen enemy stroke him.

Tugging his shirt down, he looked at his wound in shock as the small cut and the surrounding area was a purplish tone. His vains was pulsing red as if the blood was being manipulated by the wound.

Damn! Bastards used poison.

He needed to get to a doctor or someone who knows any medical experience because he doesn't know how to treat this form of wound at all.

Then he remembers the recruits that he was going to get later on. He thought for a moment before deciding that it could wait. Right now his main objective is to not die by poison and locate a doctor to treat it.

After exiting the sewers. He was met by the sun dipping into the horizon, giving it a red tint to it. It was a beautiful sight and he sure was lucky to seen it before night arose.

Glancing around to see if any one has seen him, he felt a spike of pain erupted from his shoulder, making him hiss in pain. He didn't have long before the venom completely takes over his body. And he sure as hell doesn't want that.

Decided not to take the streets and instead he used the roof tops to better his chances of not being seen by any ponies or Caribou guards.

As he crossed roof to roof, he noticed a group of Caribou and gold armored stallions talking to each other.

When did the stallions sided with them?

He shook the thought away as he jumped yet another roof. He came to a stop to see a few Stallions armed with spears guarding a small roof below him.

His ears picked up a few screams of help as followed by fits of laughter. He has to stop this before she becomes another victim of horrific rape.

"Quiet the little shit down, will you?" The pure white stallion asked, annoyed by the screams of help.

Time to slow down as he jumped down. He could've sworn he heard a eagle call before landing on the white unlucky stallion below him as he dig his blade into his neck. The stallion gurgle on his own blood before slowly dying.

He slowly got up from the ground as the other white stallions looked at the assassin in terror and anguish. Some of them was afraid of him because he killed the stallion with ease and others in utter anger because he killed one of their kin, their friend.

The young assassin notice a naked young light purple filly laying on the ground, completely past out. He grinded his teeth in anger. It sickens him to see this young innocent filly being taken advantage of and it boils him to the core to see their own kind doing that terrible sinful act.

"Kill that fucker!" Shouted the silver plated stallion.

They will die!

One of them charged him with his spear, yelling bloody murder, only to meet his dreadful fate as the assassin impale his chin with his hidden blade before being kicked back.

The two remaining stallions exchange looks at the silver plated stallion before looking at assassin only to met him face to face. One of the stallions tried to thrust the spear tip into the assassin but was quickly disarmed as the assassin thrust the same spear into him. He screamed in agony as the assassin putted all his effort to lift him into the air before throwing him off the roof and into the ally below. The impact caused a few trashcans to dump their filthy trash onto the now blood dripping corpse.

He heard the sound of footsteps steadily gain his position. A moment past as the stallion slowly approach him. Before he could thrust his spear into the hooded figure, a silver sword drew back before slicing towards him. Another moment past as he fell onto his knees before his head rolled off his shoulders and onto the stone floor with a shocked expression printed on it. The body collapsed as it sprayed the floor with crimson blood like a spray can.

He felt someone grabbed a hold of his shoulder before throwing him across floor as he slid across it. Looking at his attacker, he identify his attacker was the silver plated stallion who had a big claymore that dragged behind him as sparks flied from the impact.

He picked himself up before charging at the stallion before swinging his sword at him. Their blades clashed together as they prancing the dance of death, exchanging blows on their swords.

"You're good with a sword, 'Demon of Ponyville'." The stallion chuckled darkly as he charged him. "Its almost sad that I have to kill you. You would've been a great sparing partner!"

Ignoring his final statement he finally sliced his chest before giving a final finishing blow towards the gut, stabbing it through.

Pulling the blade out, the stallion took a few steps backwards, surprised of what has happened before collapsing to the floor. He stared at the assassin who keeled before him.

"You stallions make me sick." He said with a scowl printed on his face. "You betrayed your own race only to rape and hurt them. I've seen sick and twisted things in my life, all terrible but this, this makes me want to puke."

"I've only done this things because the Caribou made me do it." He defended himself. "They said that my family wouldn't be harmed if I did what they told!"

"We all have family..." He stood up. "But yet we do have choices and you chose them over your race. Think of all the mares you violated and killed, their lives died by your sinful hands."

The stallion laid his head down as his eyes became devoided of all life. The assassin once more keeled down before closing his eyes so that he could rest for eternity in the afterlife.

"*Descansa en paz* (Rest in peace...)" He said before getting up as he picked up his sword.

He sheathed his blade into its rightful place before looking at the filly who was unconscious on the ground.

Walking over to her he noticed a few bruises on her face but nothing life threatening.

Letting out a relieving sigh, he began to think of what to do with her. leave her here? No, the Caribou would probably kill her. Find her a place to stay for now? Maybe, but it must be a place where no Caribou or traitorous stallions could not find her. The sewers? No, she won't survive a week in there. Where??

He grabbed her naked body, avoiding any uncomfortable areas before jumping another roof in hope of finding the filly a place to stay and getting a doctor to tend to his venom filled wound.

The young assassin also known as Robert looked at the trail that lead towards a small cottage that was seen in the distance. His curiosity grew overcome him quickly. Maybe it was a medical clinic of some sort? Sure it was quite a distance but it could be.

Trusting his senses, he jumped off the building before heading towards the small cottage with the possibility of being a medical clinic still in thought.

He notice that small woodland creatures was scrubbing past them, away from the cottage as he could faintly hear the sound of skin hitting skin, followed by the sounds of lewd moans.

He placed the filly down against a tree before slowly approaching the source.

The viewing was clear as he saw a Caribou slapping his shaft on a yellow furred winged pony face before preceding to face fuck her hard. Tears of sorrow clearly seen on her face as she cried.

"Yeah, cry like a bitch you are!" The Caribou laughed as he shoved his shaft deeper into her throat, causing her to choke visibly, gagging on it.

Before the Caribou could say anything else he felt something hit his leg.

Looking below he saw a tiny bunny kicking his leg, quite angrily. He chuckle at the bunnies futile attempt to stop him before kicking the little bothering bunny, sending him towards the window.

The bunny made contact as he hit the window before hitting the grass still less.

"ANGEL!!" She cried out the little fur ball name.

The Caribou silenced her by slapping her across the face, sending her towards the ground as she weep in dreadful cries.

"SHUT UP, YOU BIT-ACK!!!!!" A silver blade stabbed through his chest, cleanly. He fell into the pond that was next to them. The pond now filled with his own blood.

Standing over his body was the young assassin with his silver blade unsheathed that dripped with the Caribou blood. His cold eyes staring at the corpse.

"Unforgivable..." He whispered scoldingly before stepping over the body and towards the yellow furred winged pony who was still weeping on the ground.

He kneeled down before reaching over to see if she was okay. As his hand touch her shoulder, she shakily turn her head as her tearful eyes met his. She recoiled back in fear as he stood up before sheathing his silver blade.

"P-please, don't hurt me." She meekly spoke as she began to softly weep again in fear of her dear life. "I-I-I don't want to die!"

She broke in tears as she covered her face with her hands. He stared at her for a second as he began to process this.

He saved her and now she thinks that she's gonna die by him? Then a thought came to him. She fearful of him because he's a male, that make sense he guess.

Letting out a sigh, he looked at the rabbit that was still laying on the ground, possibly dead. Felt bad for the little guy, he was only trying to protect her and now he's dead.

Glancing at the pony who was still weeping on the ground, he notice a few bruises and cuts on her face. The bastard was torturing this poor pony, hitting her like she was nothing but an animal. But he's paid for his sins with blood.

"Don't worry child, I'm not going to hurt you." He said, gaining her attention.

She slowly got up as some of her mane covered her face, wearing a meekly expression.

"T-then...what do you want?" She spoke as she stepped a bit closer before tripping on a rock that sent her tumbling towards him. She crashed into him as they both fell onto the ground.

She open her eyes to see two eyes staring back at her as she clearly make out the hooded assassin's face. She could perfectly see a stubby beard along with his tan skin and noticing a small nose.

She blinked twice as she looked down to see her two giant, squishy, melons pressing against his chest. Her face turn a deep red shade before getting up and off of him, completely embarrassed.

"Goodness me, I-I'm so sorry." She apologize to him as he started to get on his feet. "Please forgive me..."

"It's okay." He reassured her it was fine. "We slip and fall sometimes."

He heard her let out a sigh of relief as he dusted himself from any dirt that might've gotten on him. As he dusted himself off, he couldn't help but to notice that she was staring at him, puzzlingly.

"Ummm..." She inch a little closer. "Do you mind if I ask...who are you?"

He lifted his hood back revealing his face. She let out a gasp to see a strange, alien face looking at her with his baby blue eyes. She has never seen his kind before and whatever he is, he did save her from her terrible, abusive, master.

He let out a grunt as he felt a stinging sensation on his venom infected shoulder. It was getting worse. He needs medical attention immediately.

He felt nauseous as he kneeled down in hope that the pain would reside.

The mare seem to notice as she rushed to him before he could hit the ground completely. She knew that he was in pain judging by his expression that he was giving. She glanced at his hand that was holding his shoulder that was a huge indicator were the pain was at.

"Can I see you shoulder...I mean if that is okay to you." She asked as she hid behind her big pink mane.

He hesitated as he looked at his shoulder before glancing at her, nodding his head, granting her request.

He pulled down his shirt as she turned pale to see a infected, poisonous, wound on his shoulder.

She got a better look at it as she wore studious expression. Her ears perked up in surprise to find out what type of poison it was.

Manticore poison.

Who or whatever used this type of poison on him must've wanted him dead. And seeing how the poison was spreading quickly, indicated that he doesn't have much time.

"Oh, you poor thing...does it hurt?" She asked him.

"Only a little." He lied. It actually hurts a lot, he feel like he was going through surgery while awake.

Before he could say another thing, her soft lips touched the wound as she began to suckle on it. "Wha-what are you doing!?"

She spat on the ground before looking at him with a deadpan expression.

"I'm getting rid of the poison, now hold still mister." She said as he struggle until he realized what she was doing.

But still a girl sucking on his wound makes him feel uncomfortable to his standard but if its going to get rid of the venom then so be it.

After a while of her sucking and spitting out the poison, he notice that the pain resided and that his shoulder isn't green anymore.

"And...done." She let out relieving sigh as she laid on the ground, panting.

The young assassin adjusted his shirt before looking at the mare who was tucker out from all the work that she did.

"Thank you." He said sincerely.

She smile as he picked her off the dirty ground. But soon her smile was replaced by a expression of sorrow as she remembered her poor Angel.

She began to sob as she held onto the assassin's chest. He had to comfort her, she lost a friend and its hard to lose a friend.

He lead her towards the cottage passing the now dead bunny who laid on the ground, blood still pouring out of his muzzle as he jerked his leg. He knew that he was far beyond saving, he only hopes that his death will not be in vain.

A mysterious figure walked down the halls of the 'friendship' castle. As he approached the door that lead to the throne room, two elite guards saluted before opening the door.

He walked down to where his throne is located. He took pride in his throne and in everything he has built.

He and his commander in chief has had Ponyville in a choke hold ever since the invasion of Canterlot. He'll keep it there as long as he still breathing.

Sitting down, he waited until his captain report on a certain situation about the 'Demon of Ponyville' that the locals has been spreading rumors about.

The main doors open as his Captain walked towards him hastily with a worried expression printed on his face. He knew something was up and if the Captain was worried then it must be important.

The Captain bowed his head in respect before bringing news about the 'Demon of Ponyville'.

"M' lord..." He spoke, "The dem-"

"HE'S NOT A DEMON!" He shouted at him, catching him off guard. "He's not...he's just another rebel, a rebel that will be smashed like a bug he is"

He nodded obviously not wanting to get on the lord's bad side.

"Yes, m' lord." He replied before resuming the report. "The rebel has again killed some of our guards, four stallions to be exact. Lead by Lieutenant Black Wing which also is decease."

He grunted in frustration. Black Wing was one of the best stallions that he encountered and hearing that he was killed by a single rebel angers him.

This rebel is being quite the bothersome. But no matter. It won't be long until the pesky rebel get caught and killed. And when he does he going to put his head on a pike where every pony will see it.

He smiles devilishly.

Author's Note

The new evil foe was shown his presence. Who is this entity and what problems does he have in store for the assassin. Find out in the next chapter.

Chapter 6

The assassin sat on the couch patiently as Fluttershy was in the kitchen working on some tea for him. It's kind for her to make him some tea, a little bit too kind If you ask him. Most would be afraid him, probably call him a monster and try to kill him but this one is making him tea then try to kill him. He doesn't know if she is stupid or overly kind to him.

He looked down at the little child that was snuggled against his chest. He does admit that she does like rather adorable. But he knew the psychological strain and beating would mark her life forever. Most children like her would end up in prison or killed if he didn't step in and saved her from the traitorous stallions.

He smiled as she let out a small yawn before adjusting her position, laying on his lap. He notice that there was black collar on her neck with a silver bell on it. Why he didn't notice this was beyond him. Actually he notice that most of the mares are wearing them, ranging from red, purple, and redundantly black. He's guessing it indicates how much the slave is devoted to the master.

He looked over towards the kitchen, visibly seeing Fluttershy getting the tea ready. Glancing at her collar, his judgment was correct. Her collar was black and seeing her reaction to her 'Former' owner that was...mating with her, she was very disobedient. Black is disobedient but the question in mind is what about the other colored collars? Are they less disobedient? Are they more docile to the savage caribou?

As these questions filled his mind Fluttershy just finished making tea for the young assassin. She steadily carried the tea into the living room before placing it down onto the table that the assassin was in front of. He snapped out of his thoughts before glancing at Fluttershy with a small insuring smile printed on his face.

"Thank you." He said serenely.

She nodded before sitting right next to him. He poured some tea into the glass cup that sat next to the tea pot. Grabbing the cup before taking a sip, it's warm contents flow into his mouth. This is his first time ever to taste tea and he does have to admit it's pretty good for his standard.

He heard the little child let out a small yawn before tiredly open its eyes. She looked at him, tilting her head in confusion before her eyes dilated in shock. He felt her heart began to beat rapidly as her breathing became ragged. She was scared and confused, he can't blame her; one moment she was being raped then next moment she was in the arms of a stranger, an alien stranger. He would be scared if he was in the arms of an alien but gladly he's not.

As soon she was about to scream; she looked over to see mare who was smiling gracefully at her. She recognized the mare as Fluttershy who was one of the former bearer of one of elements. Reaching out for her, she soon was in the arms of Fluttershy, still shaking slightly.

She cooed the terrified filly who was snuggled within her arms, crying, murmuring what she experienced before she blacked out.

"Th-they hurt me; they tried to rape me. They said I was going die I-If I didn't do what I was told." She said through sobs. "I do-don't want to die!!"

He knows that type of fear all to well. When you know that you're going to die on the spot and knowing that no one is going to notice you at all when your gone. When he was young boy both of his father and mother died during a break in; it happened so fast; they both begged for their dear life but the monstrous burglar didn't hesitated and shot them both between their eyes. Soon he was met by the same situation, finding that the mugger wanted no witnesses; not even a defenseless little boy.

But In that moment, he met someone who changed his life forever. As the burglar was about to pull the trigger he found out that someone was watching him as a blade jabbed into his back and soon he was on the ground with a puddle of blood beneath him. This is how he met his Master; how he found The Assassins'.

"You don't have too..." The assassin spoke before sitting up which gained the filly's attention.

She looked at him with uncertain in her large blue crystal eyes. He doesn't want her to experience the pain that he had to endure during that time. He wants to keep her safe; he doesn't know why but he feels it his duty to do so.

"Hey Fluttershy..." She looked at him. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Yes..." She answered him with a hint of curiosity within her voice.

"Can you take care of her?" He asked her; putting on his hood.

She nodded; knowing where he is getting at. She glanced at the filly who was still tuckered in her arms looking at her with look of uncertainty printed on her face.

Before he could leave; Fluttershy's voice stopped him from doing so. With is hand on the handle of the doorknob, he took one last glance over at Fluttershy.

"Thank you again and please be careful." She said with a hint of misgiving on her face.

He nodded before opening the door that lead outside into the unforgiving world. He knew that he has to be careful but seeing that someone cares for his safety actually makes him feel good. Its been a long time since he heard someone telling him to be careful, so long that he can't really remember anyone saying it to him at all.

Little did the assassin knew; a caribou scout was watching the cottage and as soon he left, the caribou peaked from behind the a bush with a small malicious grin printed on his face. Hopefully bringing some good news about the 'Demon of Ponyville' would promote him. He can only image what great rewards that he would get for bringing down the demon and maybe King Dainn would personally give him a seat within his court.

Wanting to get to the castle as soon as possible; he quickly made his way towards the castle to report to the local Lord about his findings. But not wanting to entangle with the demon he took the shorter path.

After awhile the young assassin arrive at the town, gazed at the town and found out there was no caribou or ponies was no where to be seen. This is a large town, how can everybody or to be correct, ponies disappear like this? Maybe there is a celebration somewhere and every 'pony' is attending it. Whatever it is, he's glad its happening. It gives him more room to gather his thoughts without having to get killed by any caribou guards.

He soon found a small park and decide to take seat before he could enact his plan. Sitting down, he thought out an idea to get into the castle he saw before without being seen by anyone. Of course there will be guards but how to distact them? After a while, he thought up a great way to distact the guards. It is actually simple really. Revolution.

He will gather enough ponies who are sick and tired of King Dainn's rule and siege the castle and as the guards are busy with the protesters, he will 'dethrone' the local lord. As he thought up these ideas, he could'nt help but hear a pair of hooves closing in to the right. He looked to the right and found no one there. That was until he saw the blurry image of a caribou guard that was about to attack him.

He was about to get up and run for it, but that was until his face hit the ground as he was pinned down.

"Soo, you must be the 'Demon of Ponyville'?" The guard who was in front of him said, mockingly.

He struggle to get freed from the caribou but failed misablity. Accepting that he got caught he was picked up from the ground and not only that he got a view who was in front of him. It was of course a caribou but this caribou was different from the others. The Caribou looked older then the rest, he sported three scars going across his face as well and huge burn mark on his left cheek. This caribou looked like he went through hell and back, like he seen things and done things that he wasn't proud of.

He circle around him like he was judging him as if he was property. Soon he stopped in front of him and before the assassin knew it, he was on the ground once again. Before he could get back up again, he felt a hoof pressing againest his back; preventing him from getting up.

The war-torn guard kneeled down before grabbing his hoodie, forcing him to look at him straight in the eyes. Chucking, he pulled down his hoodie and a face of curiousity formed.

"Never in my life I would stare in the eyes of a demon and I'm kinda disappointed." He let go of his head before taking a step away from him. "You're no demon, just some pitful creature from the woods."

He was picked back up and his swords was tooken away from him as well much of his equipment. Soon he was escorted down the street and towards the castle.

As he looked at the castle, he was met by caribou and ponies alike who stared curiously at him. Some disgusted by his appearence, some sorrowful for some reason. But as always he didn't paid no attention to them.

"I'm going to be blunt with you." The war-torn guard ahead of him said. "You're going to die like an animal you are."

Soon the clear daylight disappeared and was replaced by the castle's interor walls. He notice that the castle interor was made of crystal like the outside and its long hallways was filled with guards and mares who all wore collars but they mostly wore red ones.

Moans of pleasure filled the hallways as the young assassin walked past the rooms. He notice a young mare was being raped by one of these savage caribou in one room and another was where a caribou was whipping a mare who was tied on the bed with her eyes blindfolded as she cried. Each room was practically a pleasure room, where these monsters would enact their pleasurable desires on these mares.

Disgusting...

He soon found himself in front of a large door with two heavily equipped guards standing there, protecting it with their lives. They looked at him in disgust before they opened the large door. He felt the guard behind pushed him in attempt to keep him moving.

As he walked what he's thinking is the throne room, he notice there wasn't many guards in here which actually gave him an ideal space and time to escape from these barbaric caribou guards. He took count of how many guards are around him and how they act.

Two up front of him seem to be too up tight and strict, so there is no probability of escaping if he did decided to charge right through them. Not only that they were too heavily armed and equipped, so getting though them would practically be impossible.

The one on the right seemed to be lagging behind a little, which would give him a chance to escape. But where will he go after he get past the guard, the other guards would most indefinably be hot on his tail.

He looked the left and found a stallion guard who looked like he was about to practically pass out, not only that he notice that the side had an large window. So If he does charge at the stallion, the stallion would most likely to drop and he would well...jump out. Hopefully the fall isn't that steep and maybe just maybe the guards don't catch him before he jumps.

He found himself stopping in front of the throne itself. The throne had two mares beside it who glared at him almost seductively who wore the same collars but both of them wore red ones. They licked their lips wantingly as they crawled towards the young assassin.

"Playtoy...Rider." A voice called for them as they stopped a mere feet from him.

A look of sorrow appeared on their faces as they got up and retreat to the throne. The young assassin notice a caribou was on the throne with a look of satisfaction printed on his face.

"So, you must be the 'Demon of Ponyville'?" His voice reeked of royalty.

He stared daggers at the caribou as he smiled at him. He felt the guard behind hit him, causing him to fall onto his knees. Hissing in pain, the guard behind him grabbed him by his hair, forcing him to look at the the caribou.

"I am, Lord Dae and I control this town." He stood up before walking towards the assassin who still stared daggers at him. "And you, creature, made mockery to me and King Dainn himself and will suffer for it."

He heard the large door behind him followed by screams of terror. He looked behind him and found Fluttershy and the young filly was being dragged towards him as they tried to struggle to get free. She looked at him with teary eyes before she was forced to the ground like him.

He turned to Lord Dae as he tried to get freed from the guard behind him.

"Don't you fucking touch them!" He screamed at him, still trying to get free. "I'll tear your fucking head off!"

"Oh, he does talk and boy he does have a mouth." Lord Dae laughed before landing an punch on him. "Creatures like you need to learn not to talk until finished."

Lord Dae checked his fist to see if he broke anything before looking at him as he walked towards Fluttertshy and the filly.

"Ah, look who it is." He smiled as he touched her teary face. "One of the filthy elements."

As soon as he finish, he slapped her, making her recoil back. She weep as he looked at the filly who was shivering in fright. He smile devilishly before grabbing the filly by the arm, tugging her towards him before he grabbed her by the hair. She screamed as he dragged her towards the young assassin.

"And who may this be, huh." He licked is lips deviantly. "Another playtoy for my collection."

The assassin looked at the young filly's tearful eyes as he witness this. His blood began to boil, he wanted to kill this 'thing', he wanted to rip out its throat and make him eat it. He would want nothing more but to see him dead. He felt something heavy underneath his shirt, remembering it was pistol. He wanted to pull out and kill him but seeing that he was pinned down, he can't.

He continued to struggle to get out of the grip of the guard but as much as he did so, he couldn't get him off.

Lord Dae let go of the young filly which the filly helplessly crawled over to the young assassin as she weep in his arms. He held onto her with all his might as she continued to cry on him.

Lord Dae sat down on his throne as he stared at the assassin with a deadpan expression.

"Hang the whore." Lord Dae commanded as he smiled. "And execute the creature."

Fluttershy let out a cry of horror but before she could be carried away to be hang, an explosion shook the castle. All the guards dropped to the floor as another explosion shook the castle.

The assassin took this opportunity, pulling out his pistol he put a bullet in a guard that was about to get up. With the filly in one hand he made his way to Fluttershy who was still traumatize. He needs to get her to safety.

"Fluttershy, we need to go!" He shouted as multiple explosions rocked the castle.

Fluttershy shook her head, looked at him before nodding in agreement. He kicked down the door and was met by the two guards who was guarding the door. They were about to swing their large axes at him, but that was until he put two bullets in their heads. They fell to the floor with blood pouring out of the bullet holes.

Running down the hallway, they stopped by the sound of hoofsteps coming down the hallway. Noticing a room beside them, he kicked down the door and rushed in. He placed the filly down who run towards Fluttershy, hugging her tightly. He told Fluttershy to hide until it was safe to come out. She did as was told, hiding underneath the table. While she did that, the young assassin stood beside the door.

The door opened and a stallion guard slowly walked in, armed with a spear. As soon as he walked in the young assassin tackled the guard, pushing him to the wall. The guard dropped the spear in surprise as he struggled to get free from the assassin's grasp. The stallion manage land a punch on the assassin's stomach which cause him to grip his stomach in pain. The stallion pulled out a dagger, smiling darkly before he charge at the assassin.

The stallion tackled the assassin to the ground as he tried to stab him but before he could do so. Fluttershy bashed the stallion in the head with a clay pot that was sitting right next to them. The stallion recoiled backwards holding his head in pain as he cursed the mare for doing that.

While he did so, the assassin recovered from the attack. He grabbed the spear that the stallion dropped and shoved the spear into his chest before delivering a forceful kick to the hilt of the spear and drove it deeper into his chest. Now the lifeless body of the stallion guard hanged into the wall like a decorative piece of art.

The assassin let out a breathless sigh before looking at Fluttershy who looked at her hands in shock. Judging from that look, this must be the first time she actually help somepony kill somepony.

He turned to the table and luckily, he found his equipment. Hopefully the damned caribou didn't mess with them and if they did...well lets just say that they are going to be in a world of pain. He grabbed his daggers and the rest of his equipment and placed them back where they were rightfully belong.

Looking over to Fluttershy, he still see her in that state. He felt bad for her and actually understand whats she's going through. He remembers back when he was young, he remember the first time when he killed a living person. Sure the person was a rapist and a killer but to take the life of a breathing person who had a life like him, seemed so surreal, unbelievable actually.

Walking over to her; he patted her on the back, reassuring that everything is going to be okay. But all she did was stared at her hands. This lasted for a few minutes but she manage to get a hold of herself.

She felt something tug below her. Looking down it was the young filly who stared at her, sorrowfully. She smiled before picking her up, she felt bad for her, seeing somepony kill somepony is traumatizing for her age.

"Fluttershy..."Called the young assassin. "Fluttershy, we need to go."

She turned to the assassin who stood in front of the wide open door. His hood completely covering his face giving out a shadowy appearance. He turned his head to the door, signaling again that its time to go.

Nodding, with the completely terrified filly in hand, she and the assassin left the room and back into the hallway that was still shaking as explosions shook the castle in a nonstop motion. They need to get out of the castle before it tumbles down and crush them.

The young assassin sprinted down the hallway with Fluttershy in hand, dodging falling debris that was trying so hard to crush them. He came to a stop as he came upon a sight that took his breath away. Caribou guards fighting a few ponies who almost looked like bats. They had the ears of bats, the eyes of bats, and the wings as bats. But they are not bats, they are ponies who...well looked like bats.

They clearly looked like they were heavily outmatched, seeing that they were five caribou and three bat-ponies. One of the caribou manage to grabbed a hold of one of the bat-ponies before slamming her down onto the ground, but as the caribou was about to stab his blade into her. He felt a sword stab him in the neck, he gagged for a breath of air but all that come out was blood that dripped out of his mouth.

Everyone looked at the scene as he collapsed onto the ground, blood still pouring out of his mouth. The young assassin looked at the quite angered caribou guards before he smiled.

Two caribou guards charged at him, but as they both tried to slash at him; he dodged. They both fell on the ground, dazed for a second. One of the dazed guards quickly recovered and charged at the assassin behind. It was a fatal mistake. The assassin twisted his blade to his back before the guard ran right through it. He twisted his blade deeper with the caribou flash, causing the guard to scream in agony but was silence when he pulled it out.

Placing his sword back into it sheath, he turned to the other guards who looked like they were about to shit themselves. One reluctantly charged towards him but was met by the assassin's fist. The guard stepped back holding his now bloody nose before falling on the floor, groaning.

The assassin looked at the last caribou guard who held his weapon, shakily. He was completely terrified for his life; not wanting to risk his life, he decided to run. Dropping his weapon, he ran towards the opposite direction of the assassin, passing the bat-ponies who was baffle of what they saw.

The assassin walked towards the three armored bat-ponies who pointed their weapons at him. He stopped at the tip of their weapons before looking down at the weapons.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," He spoke, looking at them. "Now how about, drop the weapons before anyone else get hurt."

They looked at each other curiously for a moment before shaking their heads in defiance. He rubbed his temple in annoyance, he should've known that they wouldn't listen to him.

They were about to strike the assassin down but that was until they saw Fluttershy jumped between him and them, blocking the three from killing the young assassin. She adorn a quite hateful expression that made the three bat-ponies backed away from her.

"F-Fluttershy!" Exclaimed one of the Bat-ponies who quickly dropped her weapon before bowing before her. The two repeated the same thing. The assassin remember that Fluttershy is one of the bearers of the elements and seeing why they are bowing like this isn't surprising. She is important after all.

"Has this male hurt you?" Commented one of the bat-ponies who pointed her weapon at him.

Wait WHAT!

"No, he hasn't," She smiled gracefully at him. "He helped me, saved me from the caribou."

They looked at him, surprised of the male that stands before them. A male saving the bearer of kindness, highly unlikely to their opinion but to Fluttershy, its true.

The assassin felt something tug on his cloak. Looking down it was the filly who stared at him, her arms reaching for him as if she wanted to be picked up. He smiled obliging her attempt to be picked up. The filly giggled to his touch as she was lifted to his chest. She held onto his neck as she continue to giggled.

Fluttershy looked adorably at the seen as the bat-ponies was astonished at the scene itself. A filly actually interacting with a male positively is something that hasn't happen in years.

They sheathed their weapons, granted by Fluttershy choice of course. But if it was their choice they would've killed him instead.

"We need to go." The assassin putted down the filly who ran to Fluttershy.

They were about to go that was until one of them stopped.

"Wait!" One of the Bat-ponies stopped, look back towards the other direction. "We need to get the rest of our team."

"Are you saying there are more of you in the castle?" The assassin asked, looking straight in the eyes.

She nodded as she stepped meekly back, trying her best to avoid his shadowy gaze. He let out a tiring sigh before looking at the direction where the rest of the team supposedly are. The're going to die if they get caught or outnumbered and as much as they seem tough and heavily armored, they are still mortal like him.

"I'll get them," He turned to them. "Just.... keep her safe."

He looked at Fluttershy who blushed as she shielded behind her large beautiful pink hair. They nodded as she was lead towards the other direction where hopefully she would be safe.

He doesn't know why he said that. It just left out of his mouth. Maybe, again it was because he felt like it was his duty to protect her or maybe it is because she is the only person in his life that actually cared for him. He felt his heart skip a beat as he ran down the long hallway. Or is it because he cares about her.

He shook his head before paying attention to the assignment before him, and that is to save the other bat-ponies before they get themselves killed.

Author's Note

And I am done. Thank Celestria!! Sorry it took too long, I had to finish school. But now I'm done with it I can start getting back to my stories. Anyways thanks for any form of feedback and see ya in the next chapter!

Chapter 7

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Chapter 2 (Shorty)

A bright light blinded his vision followed by the sounds of birds chirping throughout his ears, making him jolt upwards to find he's not dead. He glanced around his surroundings, unfamiliar to its contents. A dark, sickly forest was sitting right in front of him, daring him to explore its dreadful boundaries. He shifted his head behind him to see the ghostly portal, floating there. Grunting, he sat up to face the portal but before he could do that, he felt something jab between his gut making him kneel down in pain.

He looked at the source of the pain to find out that a small wound was there, blood gashing out from it. He hear something approaching him fast as the sound of yelling could be heard from behind him. He reacted swiftly as he glanced to to find out the Templars rushed out of the portal.

One of the Templars dashed to him, armed with a nightstick. Countering his attack, the young assassin grabbed a hold of the nightstick as he wrapped his arm around his arm before hitting it a couple of times. The Templar fell to the ground dazed from the attack as Robert digged his hidden blade into the Templar's neck, coating the grass with his blood.

Two more Templars charged at him but before they could strike, he dodged them as they fell to the ground. They immediately gained their balance as one of them tried to again attack but was interrupted by the assassin's blade digging into chin. The Templar tried to make the bleeding stop but with no effort as he fell to the ground gagging on his own blood.

The other one pulled out a long blade as he charged at him, full of hatred for killing his fellow agents. But before he could strike, he was toppled over by the young assassin as he drove his hidden blade into his chest, making him grunt in pain before dying a slow painful death.

The young assassin glanced around, the blood that he spilled on this unmarked land. This land that was clean from any conflict, now stained with Templar blood by one simple assassin. He is the only human being that remained on this unknown land, this unknown planet. He killed the only human beings but only because they were trying to kill him, he has no grudge against these men but they had intended to kill him so he only prevented his untimely death.

He took one last look at the scene before departing from this bloodbath that he created. Usually this would bother the other recruits but when his mentor showed him the true ways of the assassin's, it changed him, it turned him into a true assassin that he was wanting to be. It taught him, that nothing is true, do not believe anything that anyone says. It also taught him to work in the dark to serve the light, the darkness is your true friend, it will serve you well. And It also taught him to strike swiftly and quietly, do not reveal your true self to anyone at all cost.