Twilight Sparkle was a scholar. She worked at the roman university, teaching the young literature and history. Her knowledge was unmatched by any in the empire, and she had been told many times that she was a good target for the assassin brotherhood. But she needn't worry. She wasn't just smart. She was an assassin.
She'd decided to train after one day. She was walking down the road through Rome, beggars coming, pleading for gold or food. Though she was kindhearted, she ignored the beggars. Pesky nausiances.(???) She continued through the streets, until two horses blocked her path. The beggars had gone, and upon the horses were two Templars. three more came at her from behind. She was thrown from side to side, until on accident, her fist connected with a bare-headed templar, who fell to the ground, grasping his broken jaw.
The other four Templars comenced attacking Twilight, who dodged them, and surprisingly accidentally killed three, and wounded the other. Then she ran. She ran home faster than her legs could carry her. She had nightmares, and decided to train in the ways of an assassin. But the nightmares continued. The same one over and over every day for three years, each time, her trying to change something, but it all ended the same way. Until one day, the fatal nightmare came true.
Twilight was teaching about ancient literature on the second floor of the university, when another scholar entered the room with a proposal. He took Twilight aside, and said, "Miss Sparkle, I need your help."
This was the same thing he said in the nightmares, but Twilight tried to convince herself it was a coincidence, and said, wavering, "And what might that be, Sir Worthy?"
He grinned evilly as he pulled a knife from his robe. This was the nightmare all over again. Twilight tried to make herself wake up, but couldn't deny the fact that she was in the cold, hard, reality. The scholar said, "I need you to die." and he jabbed forward with his knife. Luckily, Twilight's training in the brotherhood had prepared her for this, and he easily sidestepped the knife. She bashed the face of the scholar with her elbow, and recovered his fallen knife. Now she had the upper hand. She tried attacking, but when she knocked Sir Worthy to the ground, he shouted, "Guards, Guards! Assualt! Assualt!"
Twilight looked to the door, where five Templars had gathered: two in cloth, two in thin steel, and one in huge, thick, steel and gold. The cloth guards attacked first. One tried jabbing at Twilight with his sword, but she jumped back, into the headlock of the other. She pulled out her knife, and stabbed it into the enemy's knee, forcing him to let her go just when the other was preparing for a thrust. She fell to the ground, and the one guard stabbed his sword through the other. Twilight retrieved her knife just as he fell out the stone window. She then turned to the man who had just killed him. He tried bringing his sword down from above his head, but Twilight jumped, and swung her foot around, so it connected with the guard's left temple.
He was thrown into the wall, and settled on the ground, moaning. She picked his body up, and threw it out the window onto the ground below with his partner. They were now both dead. She turned to the door again, where the guards in steel started coming. During this time, the students had started cowering in fear in the corner, and the other scholar had stood to join the huge brute in the doorway. One guard she recognised as a knight tried to swing his sword into Twilight's left side, but she ducked, and spun so that the tome that hung from her belt swung through the ankles of the knight, sending him to the ground. Then she stood to see the other knight threateing the students with his rapier.
She charged behind him with one of the wooden desks, and hattered it over his head. He stood and turned to face Twilight, and jabbed at her with his rapier. Twilight jumped above his thrust, and kicked him right in the jaw. He dropped his sword, and cllapsed into the mass of students, who commenced cheering as they sucked him into a torrent of fists and feet. He was dead within five minutes. In the meantime, the other knight had recovered and ran up behind Twilight. SHe pulled her knife again, and jumped into the air, to do another air kick. This one stopped over his head, however, and when she dropped, she brought it back, forcing the knight to the ground in front of her. She walked over to the window, stabbed her knife into his throat, and tossed him out, too.
She thought, four down, one to go. and she turned back to the doorway. Instead of the brute attacking first, it was the other scholar, who was now barehanded. He tried to uppercut Twilight, but she grabbed her tome, with it's iron cover, and placed it over his fist. When he punched it, he let out a yelp of agony, and dropped to the ground, grasping it in one hand. She then commenced to knee him in the face, sending him backwards, unconsciouss. Then she brought her head up to look at the doorway, but it was too late. The brute was already charging her at top speed, and she knew how this would end. It would end just like every single one of her nightmares ended: with her death.
She was surprised as the brute's forearm pushed her chest up and out the window. She landed hard on the dirt, and expected herself dead. But she still lived! This was never the case in her dreams. The brute soon landed down, too, placing his feet on top of two of the three dead bodies between Twilight and the university. He pulled out a huge axe, and prepared to bring it down on Twilight. this is the end. she thought as she closed her eyes, waiting for the millisecond of shock, then the sweet embrace of death. But nothing happened for a few seconds, and Twilight opened one eye just in time to see something new: a third person! This huge warrior wearing steel-clad armor with orange symbols painted all over it leaped from out of view, and tacked the brute to the ground. Then the warrior pulled an axe from their belt, held it high above their head, and brought it down, embedding it into the Brute's facemask. The warrior stood, retrieved their axe, and turned to Twilight, who commenced standing. She could see that this warrior was a woman, a very unusual sight.
The woman grabbed her facemask, and pushed it up, to show a kind, yet serious, face. She said, "Well, howdy there," in an accent that sounded nothing like anything Twilight had ever heard, and she was the grandmaster of the great librarium! the warrior commenced saying, "I'm Applejack, and I jus' saved yer life. Now come on, them Templars aign't never good news." The mysterious warrior motioned Twilight after her as she ran off into the brush. Twilight unwillingly followed.