A stone crashed through the window, interrupting Ombra before he could continue his story.
“Merda! You must leave!”
“If the mercenaries are your friends, why the hay are they trying to kill us?!?” asked Twilight Sparkle, terror evident in her voice.
“I will answer your questions later, now leave!” countered Ombra.
“You’ll get killed!”
Ombra looked highly sceptical at that, but his reply was serious.
“My survival is optional, yours is not.”
The heavily emphasised word was in stark contrast to Ombra’s cold, calculating speech from moments before. It was a plain sign that there would be no reasoning with him, he had his orders and he intended to follow them. Twilight had no intentions of being alone on the road to Canterlot, however.
“And if you get killed who’s going to protect me?”
Ombra startled the lavender unicorn by answering her question with a short, surprised laugh.
“The mercenari are not so skilled, Twilight.”
Ombra sounded confident, and so after a brief moment of hesitation Twilight teleported away.
Ombra lost his cocksure demeanour, and with a small prayer to his Princess burst out of the small shed they had hidden in, prepared to fight.
Only ten minutes later, Twilight nearly jumped out of her coat when she heard the sound of gentle hoof-steps walking toward her. Hiding herself with a liberal application of illusion magic and a conveniently placed bush, she waited. Her fears were silenced when she saw the telltale white robe of Ombra, only to be reawakened when she noticed several tears and spots of red on the once pristine garment. Chills ran down her spine when the Assassin looked directly at her with his disturbingly dead eyes, and did not look away. It was as if he knew exactly where she was. Twilight dropped the illusion and crawled out from the bush.
“You’re hurt...” she intoned, sad to see a pony wounded on her account.
“Così è la vita, I will recover. I must keep you safe, all other things are secondary. Come, let us walk.”
And with that, they struck out for the nearest safe place Ombra knew of. As they walked, the Assassin continued his story.
Authors Notes And Translations:
Merda=Shit
La Verità=The Truth
Così è la vita=Such is life
Mercenari=Mercenaries
And that is why Twilight Sparkle is marked as a main character, and why there is an alternate universe tag.
Well, if you're gonna do it...
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845406 Oh, its the first half of an open ended expression. I meant it in a positive way though.
'If you're gonna do it, do it like that' or something to that effect.
846139
Ah, alrighty then
846530 I Have finished the second chapter of the sidefic. It's pouring out of my head like a pitcher of cold water. Also, I like the way you've made it like he's telling a story.
Another question: Is Ombra now old, like Ezio in Revelations? Since there's a Alternate universe tag, I'm not exactly sure. But, all I can say is that the story is AWESOME!
-Storm
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He isn't young, but he's hardly ancient either. I'm pegging him at forty-six during the "present-day" sections of the story.
846639 I see. Smart, not making him a crippled old man, but not super young at the same time.
846649
Precisely. Old enough to be wise, but young enough that his body hasn't quite failed him yet. Think Ezio at the beginning of Brotherhood.
846656 Damn it, the only thing I can think of on Ezio is his beard!
Ombra lost his cocksure demeanour, and with a small prayer to his Princess burst out of the small shed they had hidden in, prepared to fight.
Hey, hey, hey. Stay out of my SHED! I'm kidding. Just had to say that. Storm has a good point, I can't stop thinking about Ezio. I like the way you put Italian in the story every so often.