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// Ricordo 
// Story: Verità Camminatore 
// by Mr Foster 
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Verità took a moment to compose herself. She looked around at the ponies around her. Among them were the now older Fire Fly and Artiglio.

“What happened to Coco, and Dawn?” Asked Rainbow Dash.

“I will get to that, my dear. It is hard enough to remember them, much less to talk about them.” Said Verità, and Rainbow Dash fell back into her chair.

“Verità, take a moment. Compose yourself.” Said Ombra, who was sitting across from her. They had all grown old. Verità was now 46, as was Ombra. Fire Fly was every bit of 35, and Artiglio was at least 36.

Artiglio on the other hand, was still at his full glory. An Assassin to be reckoned with. More ponies had fallen to his axe blade than any other assassin of his age.

Lyra admired her big brother, and Octavia had a massive crush on him, even though there was at least 14 years age difference between them. His ocean colored coat rippled with muscles and bone. He was massive, and everypony could see that.

“Master, I think we should continue the story before the Tempests show up. Cadence won’t waste any time trying to find us.” Said Octavia, who was carving a treble clef sign into the wooden table.

“Trixie should have thrown them off. She’s extremely resourceful.” Said Artiglio, and I nodded.

“Trixie was once a Tempest, mind you.” Said Twilight, and Artiglio shook his head.

“Correction. She was a Tempest at one point, but that’s because we sent her to become one. She was a spy for us, and she still is. You shouldn’t hold a grudge like so, Twilight.” Said Artiglio, who hadn’t moved since he had sat down.

The six ponies of harmony sat at the massive table inside the Ponyville sanctuary, along with several assassins. It was a time of great unease. Mercenaries had been hired to kill the ponies of harmony by the Tempests, and the Assassins were all that stood in the way of them. A group of rag-tag ones at that. Apprentices were the main fighting force, with 4 actual masters, ranked Assassino. While we did have contacts, it was a terrible time.

“What was that?” Asked Lyra quickly, looking up at the ceiling. Dust slowly swirled off the ceiling, and the slamming of hooves on the weak cement made it apparent that a large fighting force was coming.

Verità whistled, and Octavia, Artiglio, Fire Fly, and a bunch of other apprentices took different hiding spots. The door flew open, and Trixie walked out, her smug smile ever apparent on her face. She had a bunch of Great Mild west soldiers with her, and she walked in, smiling smugly. Twilight growled.

“Not only have I thrown the Tempest’s off completely, but I have also gathered up a large amount of our allies.” Said Trixie, and Twilight uttered some nasty words.

A large group of Conquistadores walked into the room, covered in full body armor, except for their mouths.

“It is good to finally see a friendly face.” Said Artiglio, and the guards stood at ready.


“Bloquee la puerta!” shouted Trixie in their native language, and the guards immediately closed, and locked the door, standing in front of it.

“Thank you, Trixie.” Said Verità, who now sat down.

“Now, to continue my story…”