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// Stealthy's flashback and Origin 
// Story: Cross Eye and Stealthy: A story of two assassins 
// by Harpus109 
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 "Assassin profile:Applejack (AKA Stealthy)
Born 7/5/82, Sweet Apple Acres to Apple Cider and Apple Fritters, both deceased due to unknown causes. 
Height: 4'9" (all fours)
5'7" (hind or front legs only)
Eye Color: Emerald

Background: Applejack grew up on Sweet Apple Acres, being cared for by her brother, Big Macintosh, and her grandmother, Granny Smith. Granny Smith passed away the summer of '99, due to lung cancer. Macintosh joined the armed forces, but was discharged due to a newly formed cocaine addiction and getting into a firefight with friendlies during an operation."



Applejack sat at the kitchen table in her home on Sweet Apple Acres, struggling to hold back her tears as best she could. Earlier that day, at about 3AM, Granny Smith had been rushed to Ponyville hospital, wheezing and unable to breathe. Applejack had torn off after the ambulance, following it all the way to the hospital. As she rushed into the room where her decrepit grandmother was, she was traumatized by the sight. Granny lie on a gurney, an oxygen mask over her face, doctors and nurses alike all around her, attempting CPR.

"Nurse, we need a defib unit, STAT!" The nurse rushed to grab one out a nearby case suspended on a wall. The doctor placed the paddles on his hooves, laid them on Ms. Smith's chest, shouted "Clear!", and removed the paddles. The doctor bowed his head, the sounds blaring from the heart monitor breaking his will. "Time of death... 4:59 AM...".

Applejack's eyes widened at he mention of the word "death". Her whole body shuddered as she walked slowly out of the hospital, her face covered in tears. Every once in a while, the tears would fall off her tangerine toned coat and hit the ground, moistening the dirt in the spot where the orb of salty water fell. After she arrived home, she went out to the acres and acres covered by apple trees, attempting to find a good sturdy tree. After finding one, she backed up towards it, rearing up and giving a good, strong, rib-breaking kick. The tears fell as hard as she kicked. She kicked that tree, again and again and again. She pounded on the tree until the sun rose, around 7:30 that morning. Big mac and Applebloom were up at this point. They had slept through the whole endeavor. Big Mac approached her that scarlet morning, with a confused look on his face. 

"AJ, what's wrong sis? You OK?" He then noticed the two large hoofprints, each print about 6 inches deep into the tree. "AJ, you don't normally kick that hard, there's definitely something wrong... Look at me." Applejack looked up, her eyes red and puffy from all the crying she had done in the past 3 hours. "It's Granny Smith, Big Mac... They rushed her to the hospital at about 3 this morning... She died 2 hours later.. I been out here kicking this tree ever since I got back to the farm... I didn't tell you because I didn't want you waking up Applebloom because she has school today..." Big Mac embraced his little sister, holding her tightly against his chest and kissing her on the forehead. Big Mac was on the verge of tears. "I-it's ok, s-sis... We'll make it th-through this.." Big Mac burst out into tears, his normally bleak face turning into a face of depression and sadness. His face stayed the same that entire month. Applejack then managed to compose herself, hardening up. "Now that Granny's gone, you're gonna have to run the farm yourself..." Big Mac shuddered, realizing the large responsibility now thrown upon him. "Since you're running the farm now, I'm going to take up my calling in life..." "What calling is that, Jacqueline?" "remember that highly confidential package I received?" "Uhhh, I think so." Big Mac turned his head to the side, thinking of what package AJ was referring to. "OH, I know which one you mean." "Well, inside of it was a letter. Just a letter. It told me that recently, an outbreak of people known as "Templars" had arisen, and they need people, well, assassins, who can help them. And now, I'm taking them up on that. I'm joining the Assassin's order." "AJ, are out of your mind?!" "No, Big Macintosh, I'm not. I'm unable to die, due to the fact that it's all virtual, but I feel all pain. I'll find other ways to support you financially, I swear." Big Mac sighs as another tear rolls down his face. "O-ok AJ..." "I'll be fine Big mac. Trust me." 

The next day, Applejack took the letter, filled the out info on the back, and sent it back. A shuttle bus came and picked her up the next day.

Suddenly, she snapped back into reality.