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// Prologue: Abandonment 
// Story: Forgotten 
// by Slipstream 
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Thump Thump. Thump Thump. Thump Thump.

This was the sound of Tranquilius's heartbeat as he slowly awoke. As Tranquilius drifted in and out of consciousness, his joints cringed in pain. God damn. He attempted to get up, only to find himself still laying on the cold, hard, sidewalk. As he looked over, he could see his own blood spilling from his arm onto the sidewalk.

A loud scream filled the fresh, summer air. The fresh smell of burning flesh was slowly wafting throughout the town, and Tranquilius gagged. As a creaking sound resounded on this part, a strained building could take no more. As he turned over right-side up, he could now see the horrors that were going about in town. Before he could fully get up,  the building fell over and crashed onto the adjacent road, only about 10 feet from where Tranquilius laid.

As hundreds of unfamiliar soldiers went on ransacking the town, Tranquilius didn't exactly realize who these bastards were. One by one, as they burned more buildings, they were going absolutely apeshit. He remembered studying about how the mythical humans did this in many of their wars. They made him sick to the stomach.

A plethora of screams in pain, agony, and anger resounded in the town like a bad headache. As Tranquilius finally lunged forward and jumped onto all fours, he was in extreme pain. But only one thing echoed in his head and was his main objective. The only thing left before he could ditch this place for good. His family. The soldiers were starting to go into houses now, looting and raping. Bodies filled the streets. Tranquilius couldn't believe his eyes. He took out his book from his left cloak pocket. He only used this in dire emergencies, but this wasn't a situation to be sitting around with your hand on your cock.

As Tranquilius recited a couple spells, white light started to pour through his veins. Light started to pour from his eyes, and the magic was starting to take full effect. A shield started to form around him, and soldiers were dumbfounded by this. 

Tranquilius eased his way around the crowds, until he found himself on 22nd street. Fucking fantastic.

"TREACHERY! CEASE HIM!" A brave soldier came charging at Tranquilius.

"Bzzzzzzt." 

The blood of the poor, uninformed soldier leaked onto the ground, leaving a slight stain on the field. Tranquilius opened his wings as far as he could, and he looked up at the sky. Calculus...projectile motion....TARGET LOCKED. Tranquilius jumped into the air, and bolted into the sky. As he flew, smoke was rising above the town. But he could see much, much more than this. But that wasn't his problem. The leaders of the town were ignorant for long enough, and he didn't want to always come around to fix their problems.

He quickly slammed to the ground, making the ground shake and pulling all the guards around him off balance. The Earth rumbled, and Earth started to rise out of the ground like mountains, piercing the manhood of many unwanted soldiers. A large fault temporarily cracked the ground between him and the main square. Good. He needed as much advantage as he could get. He galloped to his house, the 4th house down on the left.

As he galloped to the door, he realized something. Damn. He tried yanking on the handle, and the door wouldn't budge.

Where did I put my fucking keys... You know what? SCREW THE KEYS. Tranquilius looked at the door for only a moment before he knew what to do.

If this isn't going to work, I'll make it work, he thought. He pulled back, hoping he could barge the door down. 1, 2, 3, Go, Go, GO! As he galloped to the door, the brute force of his body hit the door. The door made a creaking noise, and sounded like the salesman was full of shit when he was selling his product. The wood on the door was made of hard oak...or more accurately, rotten oak, just as he had at least imagined for extra security measures.

As he pulled back again, sweat was rolling down his face. He needed to get to his beloved family before the soldiers retaliated and went for them too! 1, 2, 3! Tranquilius barged against the door again. Damn. One more hit, and this piece of shit was over. 1, 2, 3!

CRACK!

As the door unhinged, he turned the knob. The door swung open, and he now had access to his house. He galloped to the living room and skidded to a complete halt.

"Sweetheart, we need to ge-" Wait a minute. He then stopped mid sentence, and his jaw just dropped.

There, sat his wife and kids, on the couch. But....

NO! IT CANNOT BE!

As he slapped himself, he thought this was just another one of his many nightmares. Dear sake from the Gods above, if this was a dream, let it end, he thought. But this wasn't a dream. His whole family was gone. He started to sob bitterly. Tears ran down his face. His heart seemed like it was just pulled right out of his chest. His beloved ones.

"Oh my God, whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy...WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE WHEN I WAS COMING BACK FOR YOU!" Tears rolled down his face, as he stared at his family that existed no more.

He had so many memories with his beloved Rachael and his 2 children, Aiden and Samara. So many memories. God damn. You could take away a man's house, you can take his money, and you can even take his dignity. You can't take away his memories.

As his family lay in a relaxed, laid back position on the couch...headless, it was obvious the soldiers entered from more than one side of the city. Sneaky bastards, to say the least. But this wasn't the end for Tranquilius.

As Tranquilius opened his wings, he heard a loud explosion from outside. As he galloped out the terrace window, he cursed under his breath. He didn't realize the window was there, but really, did it matter? He then did a sudden swoop, and dived toward the ground. He had a plan, but he didn't know if it was going to work. After today, he was never going to be sure to himself ever again. 

As the wind drove against his face, his adrenaline was rushing. He started to remember the first day he flew. Such freedom. Such valor. Whoops, ground coming. He then did a back flip, and faced upward toward the big blue yonder. Shit, he needed to turn upside up again, or else he would encounter vertigo for the 6th time this week. He then halted in mid air, and looked down on the forsaken town.

The horrid scene filled his eyes. Burning buildings. Corpses filled the streets. The town was in complete dismay. Then, as quickly as it started, 5 abreast and 50 down, the soldiers started to leave the city in both directions. As the holy council left their buildings, they had just woken up. They usually woke up after everypony else did, and after all, they stayed up late the night before. But what they saw was different. Tranquilius refused to help them from their own blasted ignorance this time, and it got almost 85% of the town killed.

Tranquilius still had light pouring out of his eyes, and to them, it looked like he had done this to the town. They didn't bother to look slightly west, as they saw the Templar rushing out of the town. The priests were on good terms with the Templar, and they didn't want to ruin it.

"YOU, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" The High Priest screamed into the air.

Tranquilius gulped. He started to become extremely nervous, as he needed to explain the situation immediately. As he then hovered to the ground, he turned off his field. He didn't want to fight. He was tackled to the ground by a local guard.

"I-I can explain!"

"HOW DARE YOU JUST LEAVE YOUR CITY, AND KILL YOUR OWN FAMILY LIKE THIS!"

"B-b-but, I didn't! Sir, those people did it!" He said as you pointed in the distance. They were now out of sight due to the fact that the visibility was low on that day. Just his luck.

"Those people? Yeah, the imaginary people did it! How fascinating. They did it, but you never stopped them..." the Priest said starting a smirk.

He couldn't believe his eyes. He was the one getting blamed. After all that trauma, he was the one.

"You will exit this town! You are a disgrace to my ancestors!"

"It is YOU who should leave the town, O thou insolent foal! Your infernal ignorance is the thing that got us here in the first place! GAH!!" Tranquilius's blood started to boil.

"And what are you going to do about it?" He looked Tranquilius in the face.

Tranquilius suddenly remembered who these people are, and who the priests really helped. The Templar. As a tear rolled down Tranquilius's face, the Priest laughed. 

"Now, you are going to exit this town in exile. After 3 days, we are going to send guards out to go fetch you if you are still near." As the guard got off of Tranquilius, he said one last thing to him. 

"You little foal. Stand up, and start walking."

"Fine." Tranquilius started to grow a smirk on his face. Enough is enough, fool. Time to show you who I really am.

"ARE YOU DEAF! I SAID, START WALKING!" The priest was yelling at Tranquilius now. The priest had almost popped a vein.

Unbeknownst to them, he had all the weapons he owned on him. Tons of knives, swords, spears, and other war collectibles. And now that everypony he loved and cared for was gone, he had one last option. As he placed his hand under his cloak, and put his hand on his left sword, he started to walk.

"Keep walking."

"I am."

As the guard followed behind Tranquilius, he said something that he and everypony else in that town would forever regret with their lives.

"Oh, and Rachael has some nice pussy.

"Excuse me?" Tranquilius stopped in his tracks. Did he just hear what he thought he heard?

"You heard me. What are you going to do about it?"

Tranquilius recited the most powerful verse from the book of light magic.

"O, thou magick book, release thy mighty powers in me.
Thy wind, thy fire, thy sky, thy Earth. This shall cause thy mighty birth."

Light radiated from Tranquilius. The guard stepped back, almost in awe. Guards started to form their ranks, and they were going to attack Tranquilius now.

As the guards pulled out their swords, he closed his eyes. For you, my dear love,  He thought. All for you. Time seemed to stop, and his mind went blank. Tranquilius learned this in assassin training. As he completely cooled down, he was ready. As his emotions blazed hotter than a thousand suns, he opened his eyes again. They turned from a pure, white light to a dark, pitch, midnight black. Pure hatred consumed his eyes. He was the killer and the destroyer of worlds. He was Tranquilius Alphus I.

As the guard slashed down his sword, he leaped out of the way and did a barrel roll. He then pulled out his sword, and sliced it through his neck. 



"AAGGGH!" Right after, Tranquilius thrust his hands forward, and almost 50 guards flew back, unconscious.

As the guard coughed up blood, more guards surrounded him.  He pulled the sword out of his neck, letting him bleed to death.

"Come and get some, little girls." He didn't just want more death. He wanted revenge.

"GET HIM!"

Wind and fire started to rain from the sky. He had something that not even Celestia herself had. He had the all the Gods' power in his hands, and he was the son of a Demigod.

As the guards approached him, he jumped up in the air and kicked one guard in the face. The Guard was sent sprawling to the ground. Another guard approached, and he took a quick SLICE at his neck, leaving the next guard's head drop to the ground. The battle was to continue, and Tranquilius wanted to kill every. Last. One. As he jumped in the air, and bolted into the ground, a huge fault line cracked the Earth open. Some of the Guards were swallowed right into the Earth.

As more and more approached, the mountain of bodies grew higher and higher. Kick after kick, punch after punch, he was getting injured from the fight. His magic was starting to wear off, and he had to finish this battle soon. As one guard socked him in the face, he desperately sprawled back. Another guard grabbed his head, and Tranquilius thought it was over. But he had one last trick up his sleeve, quite literally speaking.

He grabbed the unsuspecting guard by the shoulders and pulled him toward the ground, next to himself. The guard was confused for a second. Then he kicked him as hard as he could in his manhood. The guard then passed out. Tranquilius grabbed the other guard by his neck, and popping out of his sleeve, was a sharp knife. These were his wrist knives, and he used this in the end of battles. The guard let out one last cry, and fell over. He was dead.

As he hobbled to the Priest, the Priest looked in horror. 

"So, mighty Priest. Where are your filthy guards now?"

"You are going to hell Tranquilius."

"If I'm going to hell, you're going to go first, dickweed."

He lifted his sword to him, and he sliced down. Blood gushed from the Priest's side. The Priest fell over, and let out one last cry of pain. Tranquilius then finished him off, stabbing him straight through the heart. As he saw others fleeing, he looked. Then, a building started to crumble. 

Tranquilius thrust his hands forward again, but then yanking them back. As the croud of people looked up, it was too late. The building fell, and those people were dead.There were no more remaining. Everypony there was now dead, except for Tranquilius.

As he looked up into the sky, more and more tears went down Tranquilius's face. All of it was gone. But he needed to get himself together

"Keep yourself together." he said to himself, coughing. He was in really bad shape. That magic had really used all of his energy. As he rooted through the Priest's office, he needed to find a way of transportation. He then found this basket, with a curious machine inside. There was a huge sheet covering it, and as he turned it on, it started to inflate. Tranquilius carried it outside as it got bigger. A hot air balloon. As it started to lift off the ground, he jumped inside. He had all his most prized belongings. A couple cloaks, his weapons, and a picture with his beloved wife and kids in it.

As the balloon lifted, he closed and locked the strong composite basket. As he laid down, Tranquilius started to black out. He was bleeding, and all the first aid was gone. The balloon started to drift east, and he started to drift in and out of consciousness. Did anypony ever love him? Would anypony ever love him again?

As he started to lose consciousness, he saw his whole life flash before his eyes. He was one of the few real assassins left, and everypony hated him for it. He had used up all his tears, and quite frankly, he was too tired to do anything. He just sat there, and waited for the sky to eat him up.

In his mind, he was forgotten. Lost, abandoned, forgotten.  Alone in this desolate world, without anypony to ever care. Then, as he covered up the wound with a ripped off part of his cloak, he stopped the massive bleeding. He was in extreme pain and agony. The balloon then was drifting east, toward a land he didn't know. This land he was drifting to, was called, Equestria.

He looked up into the sky, and made one last prayer. "Save me, O mighty Gods." Then, blackness.