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

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