Chapter 6: Chaotic Returns

Darkness, that was all I saw, and then a light. A simple shining light that danced across my eyes as it brightened up the void I was in, the void clearing into a bright white room. My senses telling me nothing about the place I was in and confused me as I realised I was floating like an angel and an angelic was choir singing, when suddenly a voice cut in.

“Quiet, I can’t think with all you lot sounding like banshees,” a voice said seemingly annoyed.

“Who are you?” I asked, looking for where the voice came from.

“Hello there, the name is not important right now, Silver, I have been watching you very closely, from the moment you landed in Equestria,” the voice said craftily, “You see I am trapped in stone the same as you and I have a deal for you, if you get me out I can get you out too,”

“But I’m stuck and you’re stuck so how can I possibly help you?” I retorted.

“Well if you had let me finish first then we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” the voice said, “You have a very important task at hand in which there is the sword of Eden in your world and it is the only way to break out from both our stone prisons and yes I know of your world and yes I know about the assassins blah, blah, blah and yes I can send you back to your home. Any other questions?”

“Well seeing as I haven’t accepted yet and we have time, tell me your name first and then we have a deal, names are very important as they hold power,” I said.

“Fine, my name is Discord and I am a Draconequus, I do not have enough power to show my true form as I need to save my magic to send you to your realm, and to bring you back,” Discord said.

“When I find the Sword of Eden, how will I come back and how will I find you?” I asked not really knowing whether to trust Discord as the name suggested a lack of harmony.

“That’s easy, because now I am in your head, I will see everything, hear everything and know everything so be careful when speaking out loud you may seem to be a bit mad,” Discord cackled and laughed now in my mind almost like he was relishing at the thought.

“Ok Discord and what happens if I want to stay back and not go back to Equestria,” I asked wondering about the possibilities of going home and living in a normal society without any ponies and forgetting about them, it was a strange thought. Discord then laughed, echoing throughout my head as he almost sounded like he had tears in his eyes. I heard a THUD as Discord continued laughing before pausing.

“Oh, you are such a funny person Silver you know that, now have a fun time back on Earth,” Discord laughed as I heard an audible click of the fingers and the lights went out, descending into darkness.

The bitter winds of Russia blistered my face, the blizzard ruffling my fur coat around as I walked down towards the docks. “My ticket out of here, from this war between the Assassin’s and Templars,” I thought looking at the nearest ship, a brig, its glinting ram ready to be steered into the ice and enemy ships, the word ледокол (Ice Breaker in English) encrusted on the side. “It’s not so easy to sneak onto a brig but luckily the blizzard covers me,” I thought leaping onto the ships side, the ice making my grip falter almost instantly but before plunging to an icy cold death, I stabbed my sword into the hull of the ship halting me, and I continued to climb, making my way to the cargo hatch. As I reached for the handle, a gruff voice spoke.

“And what do you think you are doing on mah ship?” the captain asked as I turned around, his black coat donned, his beard ancient and silvery and his eyes sparkling with excitement as if he was mad.

“I was going to be a stowaway on your ship Captain as I want to leave this country,” I said as I decided it was better than lying upfront.

“Well I can see that, yah sword almost went through my bloody head but anyway, to stay on my boat you must work on my boat so unless you decide on joining me crew then you may not join us on our trip to America” the captain said as I thought about it, “Hurry up, I haven’t got all day,” the captain yelled.

“Yes, I will work as one of your crew members, until we get to America,” I said.

“What’s your name?” The captain asked.

“Mike Assault at your service, also how long will it take to reach America?”

“Assault you say,” the captain muttered, “About 3 months, now go to your quarters I’ll wake you lot in the morning,” the mad captain laughed and hurried off to his captain’s quarters happy about his new crew member. “That man is so big and hunky I could use him for a lot of things,” And went back to reading his map planning the trip to America.

“Well how bad can it be,” I thought.

*Start They Sail for Gold - Trevor DeMaere*

It was cold, wet and damp and Mike started to hate working on the Ice Breaker, his job was to hoist the sails, lower and pull up the anchor, move cargo and gold seeking. Gold seeking was the worst, the captain would send him underwater to search valuable shipwrecks for treasure and it was growing tiresome for Mike as the constant moving between land and sea irritated his ears and the coldness was making him feel sick. The treasures that Mike had found where not that great either, this was because of the constant predators of the deep that frightened him, such as sharks and the legendary Kraken, and the debris was hard to pass through in some ships. Some days there was a chest in some ships which appeared to have been unopened in ages making it seem like pirate’s gold, but it came out to be usually silver too rusted to be worth anything and some gold.

But today that changed as Mike stood on the edge of the ship holding a chain in his left hand ready to jump off into the depths. The day looking fresh, the sun shining high in the sky and the sea breeze brushing his hair. Mike placed a set of goggles given to him by the captain, which was an early invention by his back in the early days of the captain. And as the anchor was lowered into the depths, the sea calmed at the touch, the murky depths scaring Mike just a little but he jumped taking a deep breath, swimming down to the depths with the chain in his hands.

*0:39* Mike swam, holding his breath for as long as he could, his lungs started to burn for the desire of the sweet salty air, but he pressed on as he neared coral, full of wondrous colours of fish of all different shapes and sizes. The exotic colours danced in Mikes eyes as he continued through the reef trying to keep an eye out for predators. As he continued swimming he saw it near the drop off, just like the captain said there would be, a massive French Téméraire its encrusted French words “Fougueux” which the captain, for some reason, knew was lost during the battle of Trafalgar during the Napoleonic war. The ship had been wedged between rocks and all 74 cannons corroded, the hull severely damaged, the sails tattered in the water making it appear like it was moving in the wind ready to sail again for another day.

Mike had questioned the captain about his knowledge of the location of the ships sunk but the captain didn’t reveal his secrets and just pressed Mike onwards about the great rewards that would be found. Mike realised he was running out of time, his breath waning and took one gasp of air on the surface before he started pulling himself towards the captain room through the doors as he glimpsed a shadow overhead. It was a bull shark, this terrified Mike and he knew he had to hurry up and find something valuable.

Inside the captain’s room he found a chest intact and multiple swords around the room and a skeleton dressed like a captain of the French navy. The swords caught his attention as some had golden handles and looked like they were worth quite a bit, but the blades were severely corroded. One sword caught his eye, it was an arming sword held by the dead skeleton, the sword was out of place as the rest were sabres, which the majority of the French used. The blade was corroded in some sections and some chunks of the metal was missing like it had been shattered, but the gold really shined in the depth making Mike question its origins.

The skeleton was smiling as if it knew this day would come, the glare of the golden teeth making Mike shiver in anticipation as to whether the skeleton would come alive. Its eye seemed to be focusing in the direction of the sword and then he saw the French Assassin’s Creed Insignia etched into the table beneath the sword. “Hmm, that is interesting,” Mike thought, slinging the sabres on his back and the chest firmly in one hand and pulled on the chain but he looked at the arming sword one last time and decided to take it. Just as he was about to reach for it the chain started pulling away.

Mike had a sudden urge to grab the sword and let go of the chain even though his lungs were starting to burn. He grabbed the sword and at that moment the sword charged with power, lighting flashed before his eyes before reverting to its ancient corroded state. Mike felt calmer and, in a sense, feeling courage in his heart and felt like he could do anything, his burning desire for air ceased to exist and he started swimming with all his might to the surface knowing that the sword was something special.

The shark that was around had continued to circle around the boat and once it spotted Mike it launched itself towards him. Mike saw it and held the sword with two hands waiting for it to come and sliced right through the shark. The shark split directly in half, the blood covering Mike, forming a cloud of velvet ink, the sharks body already being ravaged by other creatures of the deep. “Better get out of here, other sharks will come now” Mike thought swimming his hardest towards the chain moving slowly away.

Mike swam at a pace that he did not like as he could feel the shadows of sharks creeping up his spine. The arming sword in his hand almost felt like it was vibrating at a frequency that Mike had no idea why it was doing it but as Mike reached the surface, he quickly peeked down below. A Great White Shark was already rushing towards him which terrified Mike but as it came closer he realised the ship was next to him, dropping the chest he grabbed the ladder and started climbing upwards with the sword and the Great White shark leapt out of the water ready to bite Mike’s leg off. With the sword in hand Mike sliced downwards with all his might, the blood spilt and rained into the ocean.

Mike looked at the dead shark staring at the eye of the shark, its lifeless body bobbing up and down, Mike realised that the treasure was still in need and threw the sword overhead. It swayed through the air, it spun like a wheel before it landed stuck in the wood, the golden glint causing every crew member to gasp and back away forming a ring around it. The captain prayed that Mike would be alive as he saw the pool of blood, and then Mike diving back down into the depths. Mike steeled himself with courage and swam through the blood to find the chest had sunk near the ledge of the drop off.

He quickly hauled it and swam back to the ship not looking back and leapt at the ships in-built ladder. Luckily no sharks appeared and made Mike sigh in content, the captain so happy that Mike was still alive as it would have been such a waste to see him gone, and the captain beamed and cracked at the sight of the chest in Mike’s hand its contents ready to be spilled upon the ship’s floor. The captain whipped out his flintlock pistol aiming at the ancient padlock as the chest was being laid down by Mike and blasted it, the faint sound echoed across the ocean and the lid was opened.

The eyes widened on the crew to the size of the coins they had just found, the gold of unbelievable size and made all the crew cheer. Mike was relieved as everyone started patting him on the back in thanks to great bounty that they had scored and hoped that they would now stop fearing him as if he was like a giant. Mike handed all the sabres to the captain and then gathered the arming sword and placed it in his hands feeling the power within it. The sword felt different, he didn’t know what power it held but he knew it was important. *End Song*

The captain stared at Mike’s new sword, its old corroded iron glared in the captain’s face but with the gold, made the Captain question about the possibilities of the price of the sword and its origins. Mike decided it was best to ask the captain about keeping possession of the sword.

“Captain, I would like to keep this sword, if you don’t mind at all Sir,” Mike said.

“Sure, seeing as you have been putting in the hard work, I’ll let you keep it,” the Captain said.

“Thank you, Captain,” Mike said, saluting at the captain.

“No need to be thanking me, you have a very special name and a special heritage in your blood, the name Assault isn’t as common as you think, and also that sword there is something special about, I have my presumptions.” The captain said.

“You knew my father?!” Mike asked astonished.

“Why yes, your father and I were great lads, back in the day, but then the dark days of war hit us like a bullet and we were separated in the midst of the battle,” the captain said, “He later saved me and so I owe a debt to him and haven’t heard from him since.”

“My father’s dead,” Mike said, lowering his head down.

“Oh, I am sorry to hear that, my debt still needs to be paid, so I’ll show you something,” the captain said ushering Mike to follow him to the captain quarters. “Well come on lad,”

Mike hurried towards the captain quarters and found himself in a dimly lit room with only candles as the source of light. The room was ordinary nothing special, that was until the captain opened the secret passage on the side of the bookcase.

“You must not speak of this room!” the captain said sternly, Mike nodded intently and peered inside the new room. It was a small study like area in which on the table was the Russian Assassin’s creed symbol painted and there on top was a few pieces of metal, and a revolver. The gun was polished steel with the wood gleaming in the light of the candle, Mike stared at the revolver, its quality of hand crafting was evident to him and realised that the captain had made it himself. The captain reached for the metal bits and gave it to Mike.

“Those bits are most probably for the broken bits of the sword that you have,” the captain said.

“How do you know?” Mike asked.

“My whole entire life is devoted to the creed and when I came upon those broken pieces, I ought to know of some kind of knowledge about it,” the captain said.

“Then what is so special about it?” Mike asked.

“Well since you haven’t guessed yet, it’s the Sword of Eden” the captain said plainly, “I had my presumptions the first moment I laid my eyes upon it,”

“This sword is meant to be legendary, and non-existent!” Mike exclaimed.

“Well lad you have a lot to learn, Excalibur, the sword of Perseus and sword of Attila the Hun,” the captain spouted, “those are all the same sword, the sword of Eden.”

“Then why is the sword broken and at the bottom of the ocean,” Mike questioned.

“Not sure about that, all I know is that the French Assassin’s did something and caused something to happen,” the captain said, Mike looked at the 3 pieces, staring at the rusted metal and placed it in the corresponding spots in the sword. The sword shivered and began to glow for an eerie second before the lights disappeared, Mike stared at the now complete sword. Its gold lustre seemingly intensified after the act was done. The captains eye dazzled at the sword and realised that the sword was still not complete something of it was missing. The captain thought long and hard but came up with nothing and decided to send Mike back.

“We have a long journey ahead of us Mike,” the captain said, “We are not even half way yet,” laughed the captain and ushered him out of the room before closing the secret door and leaving Mike to wonder what the captain was doing.

After a month of travel, the ship had finally reached the port of America, landing at the port of New York. The captain wished Mike farewell on his journey and thanked him dearly for the treasure. Mike was happy at the moment but then became depressed about leaving Russia, “Why do I have to be born from Templar and Assassin heritage,” and decided to look for a job to support himself. The captain came running back yelling for Mike as he hobbled a bit away from the local tavern and whispered to Mike about the location of the Creed.

“Go join the creed, I hear a storm has been brewing, go make yourself useful” the captain said before hobbling towards the ship. Mike wondered about it for a few minutes then decided that maybe it's for the best, this time he would die fighting for the right cause.

Mike thought back to the time in Russia where he found his parents dead murdered in the peaceful night when he was a child. Mike had just woken up from a dream about flying and wanted to tell his parents about the dream, it hurt him so much as he stared at their lifeless bodies trying to wake them up, but they never did. He had cried into his aunt on his mother side at the funeral and as she revealed the forbidden love that the parents had. She blamed it on the Assassin’s side for the death and Mike believed it for a long time.

As he grew up he came to realise that the Templars were right in governing people through their own rules, that the Assassin’s ideal of New World Order through the mutual understandings and freedom of will wouldn’t work as human nature was too corrupt. He trained night and day with the Templars, being 1.96m he became a formidable fighter and was waiting to get the chance to kill the Assassin that ruined his life and from what he learnt, the Assassins of Russia often acted before thinking from the reports of the Templars.

On the first night he stormed one of the assassin’s hideouts, his left eye was injured in the event turning his eye completely white, blinding him in that side and a light scar across his mouth wounded from a hidden blade. As he was about to free the templars from the hideout, when an assassin had stopped him in the tracks. The assassin was old but had wisdom in his eyes and he could feel the rage in Mike and knew who he was. The assassin told him everything about the Templars and what they had done to Mike in order to become the person he was today. The Templars where murdering the parents of children so that they could guide the child towards the ideals of the Templar.

This changed his life forever to learn that his life was a lie that he was working for the wrong side his entire life, but he ran away dishonouring his name not knowing what to do, running away from the battle that was taking place. His pride wounded severely Mike went to leave the country and decided to use the boats. As he continued thinking about it, he bumped into a hooded figure. She had an assassin’s creed symbol on her belt, her sleek lithe figure dazzled Mike at first but before he could say anything she already left.

He turned around about to say something when he realised that his sword had been taken by the feeling of lightness on his back. He spotted the glint of the sword down the street and sped off to catch the assassin. Heading down the alley Mike found her waiting around the corner, trying not to be noticed at all, typical trick for an assassin to blend in. Mike casually walked past her but before she could run he held on to her arm.

“Do you mind telling me why you have my sword?” Mike questioned.

“Oh, no reason,” she said, handing it back to Mike before raising her right arm upwards zipping away. Mike was utterly confused by this action as the Assassin’s of Russia didn’t have any way to move between buildings. He saw her going across the roofs like a typical assassin and decided to follow her. After 10 minutes of following she ziplined towards a window from what Mike saw and realised that he was at the location of the Assassin Creed guild hideout.

The building itself looked like it was in ruins, the paint was peeling, and most of the windows were broken. Mike thought most likely that the building was in that condition to trick the Templars into thinking that it was abandoned. And as he walked inside with his sword out he was met with dozens of guns pointed at him, all loaded and primed, Mike would have felt a twinge of fear by now such as sweating but he felt none and realised the Assassins wanted answers.

“I’m looking for a job” Mike said casually, the sword placed back in his sheath, “My father was part of the Russian Assassin creed, my name is Mike Assault and my father is Malcolm Assault”

“Assault, you say,” someone said at the back of the room, and out came Silver’s father, Light.

*Start WHY DO YOU BREAK ME | by Lucas Brodan*

Silver landed standing back in the middle of the forest, his eyes sparkling with lightning before returning to the stormy grey silver. The moon hung high in the air shining upon Silver and he started to feel for the wound, but it wasn’t there which relieved him. In place was a scar, the scar was x shaped for some odd reason and he realised that Discord was the one that fixed it. He stared back at it realising that Luna wasn’t on the same moon. He sighed realising he was home, the starry night sky used to hold a certain beauty to Silver but after seeing Luna painting it, the sky looked so plain.

The forest around him became very familiar to him realising that it was the forest that his brothers use to play hide and seek in. And there it was, a little cottage, the one that his father would use for hunting and where they lived for the first years of Silver’s life. The cottage window was illuminated and made Silver wonder why it was on when it was the middle of the night, and as he peered through the window he smiled.

He barged through the door and hugged his brother Sash, holding him in a tight embrace. Sash himself was not in good shape as if he had just been in battle, his cloak was burned in several sections as if he was caught in an explosion in which he had, his hidden blades were broken, and his revolver was missing but Silver didn’t realise any of it as he embraced his brother.

“SILVER, WHERE IN THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Sash cried out turning around and hugging Silver even tighter, “I have been so worried for you,”

“You wouldn’t believe me Sash if I told you but here goes nothing,” Silver said, repeating his experience in the Land of Equestria. He didn’t tell Sash everything, leaving out the personal details about Luna’s love and what had transpired with her banished to the moon saying that he was transported back to Equestria by some magical mystical powers.

“So, you're telling me, you were placed in a land of ponies and mythical creatures just from destroying the Apple of Eden!” Sash exclaimed, his face blinked in confusion on the reality of Silver stories and wondering if Silver had taken some sort of drug, but he believed his brother anyway “That is some absurd witchcraft, and just to let you know, you have been gone for 6 months.”

“6 MONTHS!” Silver proclaimed, “Time must be faster in Equestria” Silver thought, rubbing his face. “What about our Father, is he still working at the Creed?”

“Oh no!” Sash thought “I am going to have to tell him sooner or later”, “I’m sorry to say this but Light is dead.” Sash whispered.

“NO! you can’t be serious,” Silver said holding Sash’s arm “He can’t be dead, he has the whole creed to protect him, how is he dead” sitting down in the chair in disbelief. “WHO DID IT!”

“Calm down first Silver, revenge is going to get you nowhere,” Sash said.

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” Silver cried out and started crying into the palms of his hands. The tears falling down his face looking at Sash.

“He was a good man Sash” Silver said, “He helped the poor as much as possible and even spared Templars showing compassion like a good ruler.”

“You’re lying,” and Silver stood up and rushed out the door to the Creed’s hideout.

Moving through the air, onto the roof of a house, Silver was crying, and it hurt him severely to know the one that had raised him had died. He continued free running across the roofs when a guard had spotted him. But before the guard could say anything Silver stabbed him in the throat and continued the tears touching the floor until Silver reached the Creed’s hideout. The whole hideout was burnt to the ground, some areas still standing but the fire had taken a heavy toll on the foundation of the building, it hurt Silver’s eyes as he moved towards the building. The ashes cool to the touch as Silver knelt down when he felt the presence of Sash coming towards him behind.

“Silver, it all just happened so fast, I’m sorry I wish I could have protected our father, but it was too late he was already going mad when he learnt of your disappearance. He thought you were dead and when he learnt that Reign was a traitor it made him lose his ability to lead the creed,” Sash said, but Silver wasn’t listening he was staring at the ashes as if he was looking for something. “Your father had two bodyguards Anna and Mike because the war was getting rough, the two guards they became lovers in the end, but turns out Anna was a spy for the templars.”

“What!” Silver said, standing up.

“She tried to confess and fully wanted to redeem herself for her actions against the Creed, but Light flew into rage and tried to kill her on the spot. I tried to hold down our father, reason with him but he broke free and was about to kill her, but Mike stopped him, and they fought then Mike then killed him.” Sash said.

“Where is he?” Silver asked.

“And why should I, so that you can kill him, he didn’t mean to he was only defending Anna, look I know our father is gone but at least you have me!” Sash said.

“WHERE IS HE?” Silver commanded, letting his blades free.

“I have no idea, honest to gods,” Sash said, raising his hands, Silver wasn’t happy with his response but knew it was the truth from his Eagle vision. “Don’t try to stop me Sash, he deserves to die.”

“Fine but know this, you always had me to help but you keep pushing me away and that is going to be the death of you, also you missed the funeral because of the deranged adventure you had.” Sash said walking away from the site of destruction.

Silver stared down at the ashes, his eagle vision trying to sense for something until he found it. He picked it up, still in good condition and placed it in his holster. The etching of Grace and Justice within the revolvers and as Silver turned his back away something glinted in his eyes. It was a little chrysanthemum, the water droplets glistening in the moonlight, the purple colour sparkled in his eyes. Silver picked it up looking at the flower in content and prayed to whom he did not know as the silence was music to his ears and started to head towards the graveyard.

*End Song*

*Start Brand X Music - Untold Stories*

Mike was hardened, his beard gruff and unable to shave at the moment, his eyes deep and sunken as if old age had grasped him. His pondering lead to the thought of what had transpired recently, the Assassin’s hideout had been burned to the ground, all the blame was on him and Anna which made it even harder as his reputation was just getting better when he was the right hand body guard for Light. He had just killed Light, the leader of the Assassin’s of America to protect Anna and he started having second thoughts about it but his love for Anna was pure and bright. He sighed, the moonlight glinting in his face.

This wasn’t the first time he was thinking about the incident, looking through the window of the abandoned building he was in seeing if there were intruders on the east side. The building slightly creaking in the wind, the majority of the windows covered in cobwebs, and the door was chained up, Mike had to break a window open to get inside but to cover his tracks he literally took out the window frame. His thoughts were clouded wondering what to do, for being hunted and wanted for the deed that was done.

On the other side Anna was resting her head, her face scrunched up in worry for she was now being hunted by the whatever was left of the Creed. She felt like she was the blame for all this, for working for the Templars in the first place, she almost just gave up on life when Light brought out his sword. The silvery glint still in her eyes remembering the sword so close to her neck, so close to death.

That was before Mike had blocked it with the arming sword he had. Even though corroded, Mike wielded the sword as if he was a legend. Anna could still remember the clashing of the swords, the sparks that flew across her eyes before Light’s son Sash could restrain him. It was then that Light backhanded his own son before Light’s murderous eyes laid on Anna, she tried to calm Light down but it was no use before Mike stood in front of her. His sword at the ready for the next strikes, they circled each other, like animals, Light’s eyes filled with murderous intent. Anna then shook her head, it was his eyes burning inside her mind, what she didn’t know was that Light had special eyes which Silver had inherited, where his eyes could strike fear into the heart of enemies.

Mike came up from behind and hugged her as she whimpered, her heart with heavy guilt, as she looked at the man that she loved. Her heart fluttered to see his face of such handsomeness, the strength he had, the love he cherished and the inner softness inside. To a majority of people he appeared like a monster with his inhuman strength, his size towering over people and the intelligence in strategy and tactical warfare. Anna felt his hands rub her head in a loving manner telling her it was alright, it was soothing to her ears as she closed her eyes.

“I can’t stay like this anymore, we can’t keep on hiding, Mike, I know you love me and want me to stay safe but I can’t keep living like this, it’s not living anymore,” Anna said, looking directly at Mike’s sunken face. Mike sighed, hugging her in a tight embrace, the smell of vanilla still lingered in her hair as he tried to think of something to say.

“I wish we could, I can only propose to change our positioning, I am sorry my sweet Anna, there is only so much I can do,” Mike said, looking into her eyes.

“I understand Mike,” Anna whispered, reaching for her weapons and the supplies on the floor, “At least it is away from here, I have been pacing too much lately,”

“We can leave now if you want,” Mike said, picking up the supplies from Anna hands, heading to the window unlocking it and peeking outside, looking for enemies. Mike did not have eagle vision as he trained with the Templars first which was annoying to Mike at first but then he learnt of ways to protect from the variable assassination techniques. The soft breeze came through the window making Anna’s hood wave, making her shiver, she pulled up her hood covering her freezing ears and looked at Mike. His hulking body ushering her forward towards the window, as the coast was clear. Well that was what Mike had thought when he looked outside but on the roof of the very same house was Silver, he had been tracking Mike from after his visit to his father’s grave.
During this time Discord was constantly blabbering about prophecies and futures and random nonsense about both ponies and the humans, making Silver almost snap under the constant talking. Except one prophecy caught Silver’s mind.

“Say that one again,” Silver said,

“Oh, the one about the moon returning,” Discord giggled like a little girl,

“The moon will rise once again in a millennium, on the day of the rising sun, six shall restore the moon to its most clear state, but downfall in the end to those that intercede,”

“Interesting...” Silver thought, then realised that he should be paying attention to the Mike and Anna.

Silver found them through constant scouring through the neighbourhood, checking every abandoned house knowing that they would most likely hide in there. As Anna had left the window, Silver waited patiently for Mike to come out, Discord for some reason was silent instead of his usual blabbing which helped Silver think clearly for once in a while. Silver hadn’t even realised Anna was scaling the same wall that Silver was on, as Silver was so fixated on his revenge on Mike. Anna looked up to see Silver in a perched position and then realised what he was going to do.
“MIKE LOOK OUT!” Anna cried out, as Silver had stepped off the ledge down towards Mike who was on the rafters closing the windows, Mike looked up to see the assassin and quickly leapt off the rafting and rolled on to the streets below. Mike whipped out his sword from his back while Silver wasn’t happy as he landed on the wood and jumped off bringing out his rapier, bringing it downwards on to the floor. Mike rolled away holding his sword up and stared into Silver’s eyes, the silvery glow making Mike gasp.

“You’re the missing son,” Mike said, “You shouldn’t be here,”

“WHY WOULD YOU DO IT?!” Silver yelled, “WHY?!” Rushing towards Mike. To Mike it was very sloppy and he dodged it like a raging bull. Silver stumbled and turned around facing Mike, bringing out his revolver in the left hand and starting to shoot sporadically. Mike looked in fear at the revolver, but then the sword somehow started acting on its own and Mike followed its gestures blocking the bullets with the flat side of the blade. The bullets dropping to the floor, Anna was terrified at Silver, the presumed dead son was like a ghost trying to haunt her for the death of Light.

“Look Silver,” Mike said, while parrying each strike from Silver, “I’m sorry for killing your father, I didn’t mean to I was only protecting Anna, you can’t rage on like this forever, I am stronger than you,”

“Now you sound like my brother, who I hate now after he betrayed the Creed,” Silver said, fiercely striking Mike, and then looked up to Anna on the roof who was still paralysed watching the scene unfold not knowing on what to do.

“SHE DIDN’T BETRAY THE CREED!” Mike yelled, parrying once before hitting Silver with the pommel of the sword, making Silver bleed through the nose. “Ooh, that’s got to hurt” Discord thought, while he munched on some popcorn. “This is the most interesting thing that has happened since my time, reminds me of…”

“Shut up” Silver said, holding on to his nose feeling the blood, his rage spiking up again, before bringing up his revolver with one bullet left aiming at Anna, she stared back frozen and Mike roared leaping at Silver tackling to the ground, a shot rang out and the bullet travelled towards Anna. Before Anna could react someone tackled her to the ground, her head in a dazed as she looked up to see Silver’s brother had come. Sash stared at the fight in seriousness wondering on what to do as the fight played out.

Silver now lying on the ground as Mike started punching him in the face, which only angered him even more and Silver could no longer contain his rage as he felt sparks flying of his fingers. Mike looked at the fingers then grasped the sword of Eden before lighting surged forward, knocking Mike back to a standing position. The sword started glowing heavily as the electricity changed the sword, the rust peeling away and the sword started humming with power. Then the electric discharged stopped, Silver stood up looking at his new profound powers, the energy cackling from his hands. He had absolutely no idea why and how but he looked at Mike with delight. “Now that’s interesting” Discord thought, while eating a pretzel “That sword is so getting me out of the cage.”

“Now this is so much easier, “Silver laughed, before unleashing electricity again, Mike absorbed it with the sword, as it started humming with more power before it flashed a great white. Everyone in the vicinity covered their eyes. A loud ringing could be heard as the white slowly fading away and instead a gleaming white sword was left. Silver felt the energy in his hands had died, as if he was out of power and decided to fight the classic way, picking up his rapier. Sash on the roof worried about Mike and Silver, as his eyes cleared from the white flash.

“You can’t beat me, Silver,” Mike said, holding out his sword, “This is the sword of Eden, I can strike you down from afar and I don’t want to hurt you. I told you I am sorry, I can’t do much more.”

“Well yes you can, you can give your life to me,” Silver said, thrusting his sword towards Mike. He parried it and kicked Silver in the chest. Silver felt the wind be knocked out of him, his rapier clattering to the floor as he kneeled on the floor waiting for Mike to come.

“This is OVER, stop this, revenge isn’t something that should drive you, it won’t change the fact that your father is dead even if you kill me,” Mike said, cautiously grasping the shoulder of Silver, Mike sighed, “ I know of your story, Sash told me what happened, it was the same day I asked for the job to be bodyguard for Light, Ash died because you weren’t fast enough to save her, you shouldn’t take your anger out on me, I was only doing the same thing that you were doing, protecting a loved one,” Mike looked at Anna, telling her to go with his eyes, but she shook her head. It was then Mike realised that Sash was there. Meanwhile Silver was listening but hearing Mike talk was making Silver madder by the second, every word was like a dagger to his heart tearing each vessel inside of him as he heard the specific words “weren’t fast enough”

“YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED, DON’T SAY ANYTHING UNLESS YOU KNOW THE WHOLE TRUTH!” Silver yelled shouldering Mike away, bringing out his hidden blades and shoved his right hand with all his might and pulled back. *End Song* What Silver didn’t realise that Sash saw it coming and was in the way, everything was such a blur to Silver that he didn’t realise that Sash had jumped down and intervened. Mike looked on with a grim state realising that Sash was in front of him, putting his head down in silence. Silver looked with horror at what he had done and as Sash gave one last smile he collapsed, the white screen enveloped Silver and Sash, exactly like with Ash. Silver fell to his knees and placed his hands over the wound trying to stop the blood flow but the velvet blood was already paved onto the street, it was too late. Sash looked at Silver one last time, croaking a bit.

“No, No, No, No, why Sash, I didn’t mean to, the blade was meant to kill Mike, I just…” Silver said, with tears in his eyes.

“Just what? Killing someone for revenge won’t help you. Look at Reign, he wanted revenge on you, love you being better than him and look where that ended up. It’s so that you realise the truth Silver, I have always loved you as a little brother, Reign never paid much attention to you when you were young but I did. When our father wasn’t around he always told me to look after you, not Reign, I need you to appreciate that me being your brother has been the best thing that has happened to me in my life. When you returned back from your crazy deranged adventure I was beyond relief, I was thinking of committing suicide on that day, so I decided to go to our home one last time, I was so close to putting a blade through my chest.”

“I want you to realise that what Mike did was exactly the same as what you did,” Sash coughed, the blood spilling down his chin as he continued, “You have to let go off the past, Mike saved his loved one, he protected the one he loved, that is what you tried to do with Ash.”

“I know that, you don’t think I know that already? It’s not because he did the same thing as me,” Silver sighed, “It’s because he managed to save Anna, while I couldn’t that’s why I am mad, why I can’t let go of the past. It tells me that I am a failure, not being able to do anything, that I had these talents but couldn’t even save the one closest to me.” Silver cried.

“Brother, look at me in the eyes and tell me this, would having your revenge save you? Would you change after killing Mike? Even if you managed to kill Mike and didn’t kill me, I would never look at you the same, I already told you the truth, you just have to believe it, I trust you will make the right decision when I go,” Sash sighed before coughing more blood “You are the last of our line, live to the fullest so that our bloodline can continue on, promise me you will live on.”

“I promise brother, with blood and tears” Silver said, holding Sash’s hand one last time, the cold feeling of death washed over Silver as the last words uttered out from Sash.

“I want you to know that I love you brother till the very end.” Sash whispered.

The white veil that surrounded Silver cleared up to find Mike, his sword still out its glow dying down. Silver prayed, to who he did not know anymore, as Mike solemnly tried to figure out what Silver was doing. Anna had clambered down after Sash had leapt in front of Mike, she could not believe that Sash leapt off and saved Mike, she was forever in debt to him but he was gone now. Anna hugged Mike closely as they still looked at Silver. He looked at Mike and decided it was best to stop his revenge and to listen to Sash for once in his life but his eagle vision activated and he realised that what was left of the Creed had stopped to look at the fight that had transpired. The sword of Eden reactivated, the precursor weapon reborn after the lightning, and the pieces that were missing realigned and reforged causing everyone to follow the beacon of bright white light.

Silver thought for a few minutes, thinking about Sash’s last words of living and back to Ash’s words of love. He was the last line of the Alder, the Creed shouldn’t be under his name it was too much responsibility and he looked back at the Assassin’s on the roofs of the houses, their eyes laying on him.

“Fellow Assassin’s I would like to say a few words, I am Silver Alder. The majority you know me already, I am the missing son of Light, I know you are confused, you now see that my brother is dead. The reason is because of my own doing and with that I am no longer eligible to be the Leader of the Assassin’s of America, however I am allowed to place a final will if you so call it,” Silver said loud and clear but took a deep breath for what was going to come out next, “Mike Assault shall be the Leader of the Creed.” Silver said loudly, the uproar of Assassin’s could be heard loud and clear, but when Silver raised his hands everyone was silent.

“I know the majority of you are saying that Mike is a traitor, in my eyes I thought he was one too, he murdered my father, but what makes us different is the intentions and sacrifices that were made. He saved his lover Anna, risking his own life trying to protect the one he loved, it was the same case as me, except where he succeeded, I failed. In failing I let the creed fall, as my disappearance led my father to become mad, losing two of his sons on the same day. One a traitor, and one a failure, he lost his mind, he was going to bring the downfall of the creed. And because of this it is my fault, and for that reason I am no longer part of the family line of Alder,” Silver said, before sighing, “You may argue against Mike being the leader, as a traitor is always a traitor, but it is us Assassin’s that are different from the Templars. The templars wouldn’t even glance at ordering the execution if you were a spy, but my father before showed them compassion and asked them to join the right side, to fight for freedom. Some of you now that are listening used to be part of the Templars,” Silver said pausing letting the thought sink through, to everyone listening, as they all started to murmur with agreement, “and with this I trust Mike will lead the Creed into a better future than what I can manage. So I say goodbye.”

Silver turned away ready to leave as everyone stared back at Mike, ready for what would happen to the Creed but before they could say anything, Mike kneeled on to his knees and held the sword of Eden in his hands as an offering.
“I will honour you, Silver, in making me the leader and sparing me a great sacrifice must be made, you have brought my family name from the grave into a new light. I shall not let you down,” Mike said, handing the sword towards Silver. Anna and the rest of the Creed stared in shock as he gave the one of the most powerful weapons in the world to Silver. Silver looked at the sword, the power within it danced before Silver’s eyes, and Discord egged him on to hold the hilt. Silver thought about the options, if he took it, neither Templars or Assassin’s could take and use it incorrectly, if he didn’t it would make Mike seem like a traitor anyway. Silver held on to the sword’s hilt and felt the power within him surge to a great extent. An audible click could then be heard in Silver’s head as the whole world around him blackened, everyone gasping as they witnessed Silver vanish into nothing.

Author's Note

So I say a huge thank you to MinigunMike who asked for his assassin to be in this story and I am glad he wanted to be open with.
So thanks for reading my story, where will this take us next (have a guess in the comments), and I will see you in the next chapter