Verità Camminatore

by Mr Foster

Onorare

“YOU WHAT?!” Screamed Veglia.

“I failed, Padré,” I said, trying not to show the tears in my eyes.

“How could you fail? It was an easy kill!” shouted another council member.

“Another Assassin got to him before I did,” I said, as tears steadily streamed down my face.

“You poor excuse for an Assassin!” shouted another one.
They were testing me, I knew it.

“I’ve had cats with more power than you!”

“Why did we take you in again?”

“You worthless pezzo di merda!”

“You know, I could have just taken my feather, and bathed it in his blood, make it look like I did it. I could have just faked the kill, and made you all proud. But instead, I chose the path of honour, I chose to not lie. I wanted to continue to be honourable, to show you that I was ready to put my honour, and the brotherhoods, before anything else. I expected ponies like you to understand, seeing as how you are some of the most honourable I’ve met. But sadly, you just judge me like everypony else would,” I said, and the council room fell silent.

Murmurs filled the air, as they tried to figure out what they would do.

“Well, I’m proud of you,” I heard Rosso say.

I turned, my face covered in awe. He gave me a gentle smile, and I heard some of the council members murmur in agreement.

“I am as well. I’m sorry for my outburst. I think you do deserve to be part of the circle,” said Veligia, and I bowed gratefully. I suddenly felt a weird prick on my skin, near my hind leg. I realized that my cutie mark appeared. I guess I was destined to be an assassin, after all. All of the other assassins had the symbol as their cutie mark, so that’s what I expected when mine came out.

I was pleasantly surprised. Instead of the actual symbol, a modified version was imprinted.

Other members of the guild gasped in surprise, and one of the elderly ones clutched his chest.

“Truth walker…” said Velgia, who stood up, “I must talk to Luna. I will be back.”

I stood there, keeping my stiff, upright state, waiting for Velgia to come back. In a matter of minutes he came back, a smile on his face.

“Angel, welcome to the Creed. Or should I say… Verità Camminatore, truth walker.”

It had been years since anypony had called me that. The axepony had just now walked in, and was now sharpening his axe. I gave out a deep breath. I remembered that morning, when I saw the other Assassin. Just like me, except serving under the Princess. I closed my eyes, and fell into my memories once more.

“Now look, Verità, don’t cause any commotion. Remember, blade in the crowd. You are silent death, a master of cloak and dagger stuff,” said Rosso as he puffed thoughtfully on his pipe.
My next assignment was to check on Princess Celestia. No killing, no fighting, just a quick check up. I hadn’t seen the princess in person, so I was quite excited.

“I know, Rosso. But we’re equals now. You don’t have to give me advice,” I said, and Rosso just chuckled.

“But, I am wiser than you,” he said, and I nodded.
I pulled my hood over my head, and spread my metal wings.

“I’ll see you soon, my friend,” said Rosso, and I smiled.

“See you.”

I landed on the top of Celestia’s castle, quietly planting my hooves on the roof. There was a stained glass window on the side, which I could easily access, and would give my good oversight of the meeting. I jumped from post to post, edge to edge, occasionally using my wings as stabilizers.

Finally, I had made it over to the window, and had full view to the meeting. On the outside, it looked like it was going over fine. But through my eagle vision, I saw that it was a mess. Two of the ponies, Celestia and a colt, looked perfectly calm, even relaxed. Everypony else was glowing with fear, one even had a slight hue of anger on him. My eyes scanned back over to where the two calm ponies were standing. On Celestia’s right hand, there was the young colt, not much older than me, standing there.

Celestia’s guild

I had been taught about how there was once one group of Assassins, but when one day, a great Assassin, named Altair, angry with Luna, branched the creed into different guilds, one for each Princess. Later, some of the more evil assassins branched off, and formed another guild, which then absorbed enemies of the other two guilds. While they never had enough balls to actually attack us, they had come severely close on several occasions. The Tempests

He just stood there, looking over the fearful crowd with a smug look on his face.
I smiled to myself, and jumped away, unfurling my wings in midflight. I flew back to the Guilds headquarters.

“So? How did it go?” asked Veglia, and I smiled kindly.

“Bene. It was fine. Nothing to report,” I said, and Velgia sighed.

“She never does anything interesting, does she?” he asked, and I shrugged.

“I have another assignment for you. Ever heard of Maneherald?” asked Velgia, and I nodded.

“He is part of the Tempests, and he needs to be taught a lesson,” He said, and I nodded.

“Have you told the others yet?” I asked, and Velgia shook his head.

“This is just for you. Do not return until it’s finished,” he said, handing me a small feather.
I nodded, and went to my room to get ready.

“I’ll see in a couple… weeks, months, years? I don’t know, kiddo, but you better get back here soon. You know how I am when I’m lonely,” said Rosso when I returned, and I chuckled.

“I’ll be back soon enough, papa,” I said, smiling.

He nodded to me, and I turned to the chariot. I took a big breath, and stepped on.

“To Fillydelphia,” I said, and the Pegasi whinnied.
As we launched off, I heard the horns blowing back at the guild. Then, I heard the screaming that chills my bones to this day.

“Velgia has been slain! Velgia has been slain!”

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Translations:
Onorare: Honor
Pezzo di merda: Piece of shit
Verità Camminatore: Truth walker
Bene: Well, Good.