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// Morte di un Traditore 
// Story: Verità Camminatore 
// by Mr Foster 
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Fillydelphia. Ah, such a wonderful place. I remember all the fun times I had there. When I wasn’t killing, interrogating, or wooing Tempest agents over, I spent my time at plays, dancing in carnivals, and just having fun. Ahh, those were the happiest of my days. I had almost forgotten that Velgia has been slain as I left the Guild. The Axe pony had finished sharpening his axe, and was now lumbering over to the executioners block. I closed my eyes once again, thinking back on my time in Fillydelphia. 

“Verità! Wake up!” I heard a voice say, and I sat up. 

I rubbed my eyes, and looked around. In front of me was the Sanctuary master, who was angrily staring at me. 

“Get out of bed, and get going! Your informant is trying to leave the city!” I heard him yell, and my senses immediately returned. 

I shoved a pillow in his face, and stripped off my nightgown, and jumped into my black assassins robes, pulling my hood onto my face. I grabbed my sword, my knives, my hidden blades, and last but not least, my new weapon. A gun, as the vendor called it. It shot a large ball from my hidden blade, and had helped me in several occasions, shooting darts at unwanted drunks, or guards.  

I ran out the front door, still trying to wake up. I clumsily stumbled into a few ponies going about their duties, and then finally got to my senses. 

Think Verità! He lives in the west district of the city, so he must be using the west exit. 

I looked around for a way up to the rooftops. I was most comfortable being able to see the city as a whole, not being ensnared on the streets. I found an easy looking path, using boxes and some lantern posts, to get onto the top of the local restaurant. I immediately took it, getting to the top of the building in a matter of seconds. While ponies gawked at me, I just looked onward. I located the small gates that were my contacts salvation. 

Not today. 

I ran quickly across the rooftops, using swinging posts and wires to my advantage. In the past three years I had been here, my free-running had become amazingly skilled. I knew this place like the back of my hand. I knew all the right people, as well. Mercenaries, thieves, soldiers, guards… they would all look the other way if I committed crimes, out of fear, out of respect, out of the fact that I was doing it for the greater good. 

After about ten minutes of running/gliding across the city, I had reached the western entrance. Also there was my contact, hurrying through the crowds with his trophy wife and his foals. I immediately swooped down, and walked over to the guards. 

“Block the entrance,” I said, and the guards nodded. 

“As you wish, Verità,” said the leader of them, and they quickly walked in front of the door. 

I stood in the middle, masking my eyes, and giving a devilish grin to my contact. It wasn’t until it was too late he realized I was blocking the way. 

“Ah! Verità! I didn’t expect to see you here!” he said nervously, and I sighed. 

“Cut the merda, bugiardo. I suggest you tell the truth, or your family is going to have to see their father cut down in the street,” I said, brandishing my hidden blade. 

“You would never!” screamed his trophy wife, and I sighed again. 

“I would,” I replied in a voice lathered with fake sympathy. 

I stuck my lower lip out, and she was taken back. 

“Ah, you see, Verità, I have brought some of my own men with me,” he said. 

Almost as if on cue, a large group of mercenario appeared from behind him. They were armed to the teeth, and looked pretty vicious. None of them I knew, so there was no way I was going to get out of this using my charm and such. 

“You know, there is always a way to win fights these large,” I said, and the contact just chuckled. 

“How is that, Verità?” he asked, and I smiled sweetly. 

“By not fighting fair,” I replied with a chuckle. 

And with that, I raised my forehoof, aimed it at one of the mercenaries heads, and fired a shot from my gun. His head exploded, sending shards of brain and skull everywhere. Ponies screamed in fear, and then ran away. Even the Mercenaries ran for their lives. 

“So, you want me to give you information, right?” asked the contact, and I nodded my head slowly. 

“Okay, Heraldmane is having a party at his house tonight. I was invited, but, as you may know, I’m trying to leave, so I, uh, don’t get killed. Here, take it! You should get in with such nice clothes you have on!” he said, pulling out his invitation. 

“Don’t flatter me,” I shot back, taking the invitation. 

It didn’t have his name on it, so it must have been anonymous invitations. 

“You’re lucky. I might actually not hunt you down after this is done,” I said, and I motioned for the guards to move out of the way. 

The family ran out, and I chuckled. 

Well, if I don’t get him, The Tempests will. 

I walked through the city, talking to a number of mercenaries I had made friends with over the years. They had told me that if I was going to do a full-fledged battle, then they would be there to back me up. We were sitting at a small café on the eastern side, where I could keep a good eye on the mansion that overlooked Fillydelphia 

“Thanks guys, but I’m going to do this discreetly. I don’t want to attract too much attention now, do I?” I asked, and the Mercenaries laughed. 

“Oh, Verità. You can never do anything discreetly. Half the town knows you blew off a colts head today. I think he might be expecting you,” said one of the Mercenaries. 

“I doubt it. I’m sure his guards will, though,” I replied, sipping my cup of black tea. 

It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I was about to kill some unlucky cazzo who had pushed his luck too far. 

“Well, we’ll be there. Just remember, we can be killed, unlike you,” they chided, and they started to chuckle. 

“Okay guys, that was two years ago. My luck has probably worn off by now. Just because I took on a full patrol of Tempest guards does not mean I’m invincible. It just means I’m skilled,” I said smugly, and they all did weird moans of discovery.

“Oh, so she’s not invincible, she’s just skilled,” one said dramatically. 

I rolled my eyes, and punched the one who had said that in the shoulder. 

“You guys! Anyway, any new news about Canterlot?” I asked, and they all shook their head. 

“Just the same old crap. Pony eating Griffons. I heard they have somepony like you dealing with it,” said one of the Mercenaries, and I just sighed. 

So he is working for the Princess I guess. 

I didn’t show any resentment about the assassin. Even though he was part of another guild, a hostile one towards mine at that, he was just like me. I knew who he was, the small foal who had killed my brother, and sent me on this wonderful journey. I would have to thank him later for that. 

“Ah, I can see the nobles are starting to arrive,” said one of the waiter ponies, who had come over to refill my cup of tea. 

I watched as the chariots drove by, leaving behind trails of dust. I drank the last of my tea, and stood up. 

“Well, it has been good talking with you, gentiluomo. But I must take my leave. I will hopefully see you in the near future, my friends. Addio!” I shouted back, as I walked behind one of the carriages. 

“Addio!” 
“Goodbye, Verità! Good luck.” 
“Farewell!” 


My memory was cut off by the feeling of a boot on my back. I was pushed over, my neck exposed on the rock I was laying my head in. I heard the guard laugh a little bit, as I grunted. 

“I’m sorry, assassino. Did that hurt?” he asked and I sighed through my gag. 

I closed my eyes once again, thinking back to my stay in Fillydelphia. 


It was sunset by the time I had made it up to the castle, and I fit right in. Everypony was dressed in dark, formal clothes, and it made me blend right in. 

“Your invitation, la mia signora,” I heard someone say. 

I realized I was at the front gates, and this young colt was taking invitations. 

“Here you go,” I said, handing him the invitation. 

He was a young boy, no older than sixteen, and this was about to be his worst day ever. I felt bad for him. 

“Ah, I think I may have some spare coin for you,” I said, pulling my coin purse over my head. 

I carefully opened it, and handed him 50 gold pieces. 

“Grazie signora!” he said thankfully, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the coins. 

I smiled at him as I walked in, looking around the small stairs that led up to the beautiful garden courtyard. Inside, couples were dancing to beautiful music, eating, and having small talk with the stallion of the night, Heraldmane. He wore his tempest cross proudly on his vest, and made no sign to show that he knew I was here. 

I walked over to the snack bar, trying different cheeses and such. Heraldmane may be a bad guy, but damn, he sure had some good taste. 

“You know, that cheese has been aged finely at my cellar down in the southern area of the city,” I heard a formal voice remark. 

I looked over and saw Heraldmane standing there, looking like the most important person in the world. 

“Well, it taste’s delicious, sir,” I said, and he smiled. 

“I don’t think I’ve met you, signora. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Heraldmane,” he said, bowing. 

“I am Mi Amore Fabiana. It is very nice to meet you, my lord,” I said, bowing. 

I had taken my hood off, as well as my belt that showed I was an assassin, so I only looked like a mare that could defend herself at this point. I guess I had taken liberties with the alias. 

“Ah, such a beautiful name. Well, I must go and entertain my other party guests, but I will speak with you soon, Fabiana,” he said. 

I smiled at him, and then waited until he left, still watching him as he moved through the crowd. I then slipped away from the party, into the mansion. 

“Hey, you can’t be here!” said one of the guards, and I smiled innocently. 

“I’m sorry, but I have lost my way. Can you lead me back to the party?” I asked, and the guard came up to me. 

“Right this was, signora,” he said. 
I wasted no time dealing with him. I unsheathed my hidden blade, and killed him right there, letting his blood slide down the shaft of the weapon. 

I wiped my blade on his shirt, and continued on to the roof access. I dispatched two more guards swiftly, making sure they didn’t attract any other ones, and then finally found the roof access. 

I climbed up onto the top of the building, looking around. The sun had set a purple glow to the night, and it made the party look so much more beautiful. Couples were dancing to fast paced music downstairs, and Heraldmane was right below me. 

“Too easy, I’ve spent three years preparing for what, an easy jump ‘n go?” I asked myself, and then sighed. 

I jumped off the roof, my hidden blade poised downwards. It wasn’t until it was too late Heraldmane realized what was happening. I plunged the knife through his throat, and slammed him into the ground. 

“What… the…” he gargled, and I pulled my feather from my pack. 

I rubbed it across his neck and then put it back. Guards were circling me now, but I didn’t need to deal with them. I spread my wings, and flew into the sky. 

That is, until two Pegasus guards flanked me. 

“Submit yourself, assassino!” shouted one of the guards, and I shook my head. 

I bled speed, and hit both of them in the face with my metal wings. They tumbled towards the ground, and I saw them create their own little dust craters. 

“Pfft, amateurs,” I muttered to myself. 

I landed on a rooftop, and ran to the Fillydelphia sanctuary, quickly making sure I could lose my heat. 

“So, did you get him?” asked the Sanctuary keeper and I nodded. 

“He isn’t getting back up,” I said, raising the bloody feather. 

“I guess you’re going home now.” 

“I hope.” 



That hope would come true, but not in the way I wanted it to. I felt the cold touch of the axe blade against the back of my neck, as the executioner was taking his final practice swing. I thought back on my recent events. 


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A/N

Translations: 
Merda: Shit
Buigardo: Liar
Mercanario: Mercenaries
Cazzo: Prick
Addio: Goodbye
La mia signora: My lady.
Mi Amore Fabiana: My love fabiana


Okay, so, now that I have most of the near story finished, I will be posting these daily.

Big thanks to Vedavyasa, and his Story Ombra Della Lama