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.

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