Clover's Creed

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My Little Assassin: The Creed Guides the Future

By: Your Antagonist (VegaKS03)

Sequence Zero/ Welcome to the Animus

Equestria 04 B.C (Before Celestia)

This city... she sure has come along way since the Windigo incident seven years ago.

I cast my gaze around the various brick and mortar dwellings that had only been trees and dirt six years ago. They were pretty frugal and run-down in appearance in comparison to what we had established back in our homeland, this fact was especially evident in the filthy back-alley I resided in at the moment. Nonetheless, it was still impressive, seeing as we had accomplished this much in six years building from scratch.

Heh, it’s actually pretty funny how we’ve made so many steps forward by working together, and now we’re trying to go backwards with all of this talk about racial superiority, it’s laughable really. If only the leaders could get along with each other,then there wouldn’t be any need forsomepony of my profession, but I suppose that such is the natural order—

“What are you thinking about, Clover?”

“Gah! What the hay!? I-I mean, Master Starswirl, how pleasant to see you!” I haven’t seen anypony pass this bench for the past hour, so when did he—

“Likewise Clover. So, tell me my student, what has your mind so occupied that it should cause you to allow your target to casually trot past you?”

I felt my breathing shallow and blood run cold for a moment. I whipped my head back and forth, scanning the streets cautiously in case any sign or hint of my mark remained. If I had lost my target this early in the mission, then that would have been weeks of planning down the drain. “Wh-what? I missed my target?! Where did he—”

“Ahahaha, Clover my student, relax; I’m only pulling your leg.”

I breathed an irritated sigh of relief before scolding Master Starswirl “That wasn’t funny, Master Starswirl.”

“Perhaps not, but it has certainly brought you out of your stupor, has it not?”

“...I suppose, but that was a little cruel of you, Master.”

“It was merely a means to an end Clover, as is the task at hand. There’s no wrong or right way to achieve a goal: as long as you succeed, that is all that matters. Do you understand?”

“I think so... thank you for the wise words, Master Starswirl— Master Starswirl?” I whipped my head back and forth searching for my master, but it was as though he was never even here. Oh great, now I’m being one-upped by that old stallion, but I guess he’s right:I should remain ever vigilant, my target could show up at any moment. I scanned the streets again, and—while there were many ponies trotting about—there was still no sign of the governor.

 I began inspecting my equipment to ensure that everything was in working order; all it takes is a jammed hidden-blade to turn a completely foal-proof mission into an absolute archaic failure. I lifted my right foreleg from underneath my robe and began inspecting the black bracelet that was secured to the circumference of my hoof. Everything appears to be fine with it, let’s see... I tensed my hoof and the bracelet reacted to the pressure, ejecting a small blade seven inches in length outwards before I loosened up, allowing the blade to snap back into the bracelet.

 I adjusted my white robe as well, pulling the hood further over my face, hoping to conceal my identity further: even though this profession requires discretion to being with, it wouldn’t help the unstable state of our delicate political system if they found out one of the “six founders” went around ending the lives of his fellow ponies. No, that would just cause more unnecessary bloodshed... Agh! I need to remain vigilant, I must focus on the task at hand. Alright, from the information the guild gave me, my target is a middle-aged tan earth pony, with an injured hind leg, so that should be a dead giveaway on his behalf. I exhaled my held breath and closed my eyes, piquing my ears to the hoof-falls of passing ponies.

Clop, clop, clop, clop

Clop, clop, clop, clop

Clop, clop, clop, c-clop

That last one... I can feel it, my target is in the same vicinity as me, but this crowd is still pretty dense.I guess it’s time to use that spell.

I began focusing my mental energies on my horn, the surge of magic causing a purple aura to envelop the medium. Once I felt I had enough energy stored, I redirected it through my still-closed eyes. When I opened them, the world around me was a dark blue color bordering on black, the vibrant hues had faded into nothingness, even the color of the ponies trotting along the street had been reduced to a scarce palette of blue, red, and yellow... Yellow?! Indeed, to my right there was only one yellow silhouette accompanied by two red outlines among the sea of blueponies. That must be him. Let’s see what you look like before the deed must be done. I dispelled the magic from my eyes in a light puff of violet smoke, and the regular chromaticism of the surrounding world restored itself in a flash of light.

I found myself looking upon the sneering form of Governor Mustang Rosecloff as he hobbled down the street. His earth-pony guard detail had taken to pushing around some of the smaller ponies on the street, casting glares on the impoverished unicorns and pegasi that inhabited the district. As the governor passed me, he called me a filthy unicorn before spitting on me while his guard detail laughed. I usually prefer to keep my kills as impersonal and professional as possible, but something told me I was going to enjoy taking the life of this stallion.

I waited until they passed through the alley before standing up from the bench. I looked around the alley once more to ensure that no pony was watching me as I began charging my horn again, this time channeling the magic through my hooves as I galloped and jumped on the wall before me. The magic in my hooves held me firm on the wall as I began to climb up, but not three meters up the wall a young dirt-covered pegasus colt no more than five years in age trotted up and began yelling up to me. “Mister! How are you doing that? That’s awesome!”

I smirked at him before responding “How am I doing this? Magic.” I reached into one of the pouches on my belt and removed a few pieces of candy which I threw down to the colt, and suddenly more fillies and colts ran out onto the streets, swarming over the treats.

“Thanks Mister!” I heard them shout in unison as I resumed climbing up the wall.

I reached the roof of the building, taking in the view of our fair city after I settled myself comfortably at the top. All right, now where did you go,Governor... Found you. I saw the governor and his goons trotting through the streets towards the middle district, and if I had anything to say about it, they weren’t going to make it there. I began galloping towards the end of the roof, and leapt to the next one at the last moment, keeping my eyes trained on the governor as I trailed him from above. There were a lot of ponies present at the moment, but—

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing up here? You’d better get down before I throw you down.” I turned my head to face the source of the outburst, and my eyes fell on a pegasus guard wearing crudely built armor, and attempting to assert himself as a threat by brandishing his fully-spread wings. “I said get down, now!”

 I trotted past him wordlessly, ignoring his frustrated shouts, prompting him to stomp closer to confront me snout to snout. “I said off this roof top now, unicorn!”Just a little closer... “You have a problem with authority or something, or are you just deaf?” The guard grabbed me firmly in one of his forehooves and attempted to throw me off the roof, which is what I’d been waiting on the whole time.

I whirled around as quickly as I could, allowing my robe to conceal my movements and obscure his eyesight. Taking advantage of his confused state, I tensed my right hoof as I made contact with his neck. The guard blinked once or twice before his wings folded back to their sides submissively while he crumpled hesitantly to his knees, his eyes full of uncertainty as to what had just transpired. I twisted my hoof and withdrew my hidden blade, glistening in the sunlight from his blood, and I observed his eyes as they flickered one or twice before closing forever. “Sleep forever blissfully, my friend.”

With the first kill of the day fresh in my mind, I returned to my attention to the governor, who I noticed had made a new friend down below. I watched the pair as they made what I could only assume was idle chit-chat before glancing around suspiciously and exchanging some small parcels before parting ways. The way they exchanged those parcels made it clear that there was something significant about them that could aid the guild in its mission, and I committed that detail to memory before leaping towards the next roof.

I followed the governor and his goons from above until they turned down another alleyway, and I decided this was where would execute my mission. Like an eagle I watched them trot down the empty alleyway, completely unaware they were being watched.Better get this right the first time,I thought to myself as I reached into another pouch on my robe, withdrawing a smoke bomb. Without any further delay, I dashed the little ball into the alleyway below and it erupted with a grey cloud of smoke, followed by disoriented yelling that signified it was time to engage. I leapt off of the into the smoke with my hidden blade extended, and my hooves found purchase on one of the guards cushioning my fall as I drove the blade into his neck. The other guard flailed about senselessly in the smoke, and without missing a beat I turned around and bucked him to the ground as hard as I could, simultaneously withdrawing a dagger from my pouch with my magic and thrusting it in his back.

The only one who remained now was the governor himself, and I wasted no time as I reared up and shoved him to the ground, following up the assault by driving my hidden blade into his midsection. There was only silence for a moment as the realization that he would die overtook him, but he did not accept it peacefully.

“W-why? Why have you chosen to kill me, assassin? What have I done to deserve this? I only want what’s best for my tribe.”

“You say you want what’s best for your tribe, and yet you treat the other tribes like they’re garbage? It’s time for you understand that there are no longer three tribes, there is only one now. Earth Ponies, Pegasi, and Unicorns all share the same plane of existence and we must rely on each other to prosper.”

The old stallion chuckled at my sentiments before continuing, “Feh, you’re nothing but an idealist; there can never be true unity between the three tribes, they’ve already begun plotting against each other. It only makes sense for there to be one superior race above the others.”

I shook my head disapprovingly at the fallen stallion whose head I cradled in my forelegs. “Perhaps that old fashioned self-serving mindset is why this has befallen you. The ideals of one tribe reigning over the others is one that has long passed since the days of old equestria.”

 The old stallion reached into his cloak pocket and handed me what I assumed was the parcel from earlier. “I-is that so? Well, you’ll see for yourself kid. It’s simple pony mentality, hay it’s simple politics: somepony has to be at the top. I—” Governor Mustang coughed up blood and I could feel him growing cold in my hooves, he wasn’t much longer for this world. “I just wish I could stick around a little longer... to...see... who...”

“You don’t have to worry about that any longer, now sleep forever my brother. May harmony be done.” I released his head laying it gently upon the ground, as I swept my fore-hoof down his face to close his eyes in eternal slumber. As was my tradition, I left two coins on his eyes in the hopes that the ferry-stallion would accept the payment and guide the governor into the next life. Without another word, I trotted out of the alleyway towards—KZZTT—The guil—KZZZZZTT—So I could report my success—KZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTT

1025 Modern day Equestria

What? What’s happening, why is everything so white? What happened to clover?

“Umm...Sir, we have a problem. She’s fighting the memory, her mind keeps rejecting the treatment”

“Ms. Sparkle, I need you to calm your mind.”

“I’m going to see if I can stabilize her... if that’s all right with you...”

“Fine, fine, do what you must. Ms. Sparkle listen to my voice, and you’ll realize that nothing that you’re seeing is real. Is all just a recreation of the past, it can’t hurt you.”

“D-doctor, it’s not working! Is she going to be all right?”

“Oh, just give it a moment, the first time’s never easy...”

“But... but... we’re losing her.”

“That’s enough Ms. Shy!”

“Doctor, if we keep going like this then she’s going to suffer a breakdown in mental activity, and I’ll never forgive you if that happens.”

“A-all right, just stop staring at me like that!”

“Oh, I’m sorry doctor, commencing desynchronization protocol.”

The white static disappeared before my eyes, replaced instead by some strange triangle-shaped logo that read “Abstergo Enterprises”. Shortly after, the whole thing moved away from my face and I was staring at the ceiling for a moment when two concerned faces loomed over me. One of them I recognized as my friend Fluttershy, and the other was a middle-aged earth pony with beady eyes and a white beard wearing a lab coat. After a moment or two I recognized him as Doctor Irkin: the stallion who offered Fluttershy an internship with Abstergo Industries on the grounds that I volunteer to test a machine of their own design.

 “Hello Ms. Sparkle, how was your first experience with the Animus?”

“Doctor, that was amazing! I had no idea I was related to Clover the Clever! Or that he... he...”

Doctor Irkin raised an eyebrow at me as he responded, “...was an assassin?”

I nodded solemnly, still trying to digest the fact that one of the original founders of Equestria was an assassin. Having been raised on the ideals of friendship, harmony, and love, it was a little tough to swallow. But my mind was still swimming with the idea of learning so much about the history of ancient equestria firsthand, and through the eyes of one of its founders no less. But at the moment I was fascinated by the machine that allowed me to peek into the memories of one my ancestors, and all of the history that I was only one Animus trip away from discovering. A more pressing question came to mind as I realized I’d probably been laying on this thing for hours: “Where’s the bathroom?”

---->>Sequence Zero concluded,

---->>Begin Sequence One Boot-up Protocol