Equestria's Assassins: Bringer of the Night

by Moonshine9012

Chapter 1: The Telling of an Old Tale (Part 1)

Hey everypony! I'm relatively new to writing fan fics, so please help me by commenting what you did and did not like. Constructive criticism is welcomed and encouraged. Thanks so much, hope yall enjoy the story! Note: Italics are in first person past tense. Regular text is first person. You'll understand.

Chapter 1: The Telling of an Old Tale

March 24, 1065

I never thought I'd get the chance to write of my beginning or of my adventures. The Order is very strict on what we write about and record. I guess that should be expected from an organization built upon lies, death and secrecy.

Don't want the wrong things falling into the wrong hooves now would they? I mean, I don't have anything against them being secret and all, it's who we as an Order are. I just wish they wouldn't have to lock away personal stuff and let ponies like my friend Blue write about his flippin tuba! Stupid tuba...

But I digress. My beginning starts not from within the Order, but in a small cloud home in Cloudsdale almost sixty years ago.

I was born to a pegasis mare named Rose Wind when she was twenty five years old. My father's name was just Sunshine and he was twenty nine. Father had an interesting name because he was apart of Princess Luna's royal guard, so there was almost nothing sunshiny about him at all.

I am an only child so my parents didn't have to worry about keeping up with any other foal but me when growing up. My mother was always sweet, gentle and kind. My father was the gruff guard I always saw him as but deep down, I always knew he had a soft heart.

I grew up in Cloudsdale for most of my early life. I was always excluded from things other foals did because of how I looked then (and now.) Speaking of which, I don't think I made myself known yet. My name is Night Bringer.

I have jet black colored hair and tail. Red eyes, who's pupils are like that of a snakes. I have an all grey coat and wings. My wings I definetly got from my father as they are bat-like wings. I had not acquired my Cutie Mark at that time so I was also teased for that.

I never knew why my parents name me Night Bringer. I guess it had something to do with my father being part of the lunar princess' royal guard.

Anyway, while I lived in Cloudsdale, I got to get to know a cyan pegasis by the name of Rainbow Dash. She didn't care what other foals said, she got picked on a lot at the time to. The others always called her Rainbow Crash for some reason.

I always defended her and she I. We became great friends til I moved away when I was twelve. I lost contact after that for a while but I met her later in life but I'll get to that later.

Whenever I wasn't hanging out with Rainbow, I was reading. Dash always referred to me as 'egghead'. I didn't care though, I loved books to much.

My favorite book in the Cloudsdale Library was called 'Legends of the Order'. It was a book containing every legend about the Order of the Assassin's. I probably read that thing a thousand times.

My parents frowned upon my reading of this book however and always scolded me when they found me reading it. At the time, I didn't understand why my parents were so harsh on it. I ended up finding out sooner then I wanted to.

When I was twelve, my parents and I moved to Canterlot so as my father could be closer to the castle and not have to be away from home for months at a time. The life I know now started six months after I had moved to Canterlot.

It was a cold and snowy night in December...

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That was... interesting I thought as my parents and I walked out of the theater. My father had had the day off today and had wanted to take me and my mother to see a play that the Canterlot Players put on every year: 'A Christmas Carol'.

At first, I hadn't wanted to go. Just a bunch of bad acting I had thought. Coming out of the theater though, I was to say the least, less skeptical. It had been a rather enjoyable play that didn't bore you to sleep half way through.

I had enjoyed it so much, I had started to imagine myself as characters of the play. My fantasizing was cut short though, as my mother said, "Night? Night Bringer. Come now, we have to get home quickly before this snow storm buries us."

I blushed at my foalness and hurried after my parents, who were already half way across the street. As I caught up to them, I smiled sheepishly, trying to hide my embarrassment. My mother just chuckled at me as we continued to walk.

As we got to the other side walk, the snow had picked up it's pace and a chilling wind started to blow. My parents and I hurried underneath a store awning to escape the snow temporarily. I looked up and saw that the store was called 'Scratch Inc.'

"I know a short cut through an alley to our apartment from here. It'll cut at least ten minutes off our walk and save us the trouble of freezing half to death" my father said as he wrapped his massive wings around us.

As we started to walk towards the alley, I noticed how warm his wings were and decided to snuggle just a little closer to him. He noticed and nuzzled my face a little, making me laugh.

"So, what did you both think of it?" he asked, flashing us one at a time with his rare smile. Excitement started to build in me again but I quickly subdued it. Stop that Night! Your twelve now. You can't go prancing around around in excitement like a five year old with new toys! I scolded myself in my head.

"It was alright" I answered, trying to pull off a Rainbow Dash attitude but failing miserably. My father laughed and my mother rolled her eyes. "I think it was a wonderful play. Thank you for taking us Sunny" my mother said as she nuzzled my fathers neck.

I chuckled a little at the use of my father's nickname. Only my mom was allowed to say it and it made him blush every single time. His dark cheeks turned a bit pink as he cleared his throat and said, "I'm glad you enjoyed it Rosey." He in-turn nuzzled her back.

As we walked to the alley way, I couldn't help but stare at both of them has they nuzzled each other every few steps. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like for me one day.

As we neared the alley way, I started to think. Hmm... I wonder about me. I mean, I don't have any close friends right now. The closes would be Dash but she's back in Cloudsdale. I wonder if it could be that grey earth pony I saw at the theater. She looked older then me but she had the most beautiful purple eyes....

As I started to imagine about my new found crush, I didn't notice that I had stopped or that drool was dripping from the side of my mouth. My parents in-turn stopped and stared at me for a few moments.

I snapped out of it as both my parents cleared their throats and looked at me quizzically. I blushed furiously as I shook my head to clear it then wipe the drool from my mouth.

I trotted up to them, still blushing and trying to hide my face. As I caught up to them, my parents started to walk again, with me in tow.

As we turned down the alley, my mother looked at me and said, "So what were you thinking about Night?"

I cleared my throat, trying to stall for time and said, "Uhhh....."

Mother stopped and put a hoof on my shoulder to stop me as well. "Night Bringer..." she said in a no nonsense voice.

I stuttered, saying, "Y-yes?"

"Tell me." she replied.

I sighed and said, "Well you see, I was-"

We were interrupted by a shout as a hooded pony jumped from the shadow's, standing on hind legs, a knife in his left hoof. My father immediately jumped in front of my mother and me and shouted, "Stay back!"

The hooded figure chuckled and said, "Now why would I do that? I've got you right where I want, assassin." He said this last word with such venom, I thought I could see some dripping from his mouth.

I looked at my father from behind and said, "What does he mean 'assassin' dad? Your a guard."

My father opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted as the hooded one laughed and said, "Such an ignorant, pathetic pony. Of course he's an assassin. You really think he was just an ordinary guard? Pught"

He spat on the ground as he finished then turned back to my father and said, "You really think you could hide from me, assassin? You killed my brother and now I will have my revenge."

With that, he sprang towards my father, knife extended towards his throat. My father knocked it away with one hoof, then karate chopped the figures neck with the other.

The figure flew a few feet to the left and into the alley wall. My father jumped towards him but was thrown back as the figure kicked him in the chest. The two continued to exchange blows as my mother and I stood watching, worry etched on our faces.

After a few minutes, the two broke apart and began to circle each other. Amazingly enough, the figure had managed to keep his hood up the entire fight. From what I could tell, there was blood dripping out from underneath the hood and bruises all along his body.

My father was doing no better. His nose was bleeding at an alarming rate, his face was purple and red and he limped a little every time he put weight on his left front leg.

The figure limped towards the knife he had had, for it was lying on the ground a few feet away. He stood on his hind legs again and picked it up. "You are strong assassin. I wonder if your family is as strong as you!"

He jumped and landed right in front of my mother and I, knife raised. My mother hugged me closer as the figure lowered the blade. Then, I heard a scream of pure rage as my father lunged for the hooded figure.

I could only see the figures mouth but I will never forget the sinister smile that crossed his lips as he spun around and caught my father by the throat. I lunged for him but he kicked me with a hind leg and I went flying into the alley wall, stunning me.

He kicked my mother under the chin, effectively breaking her neck with a resounding crack. She fell over, her eyes still open and blood starting to trickled from the side of her mouth.

"NO!" I screamed as I ran over to her body, hugging it as tight as I could. The hooded figure chuckled and, with that smile of pure evil, said, "Now you feel my pain" and stabbed the knife half way through my fathers heart.

I was crying my eyes out and hugging my mother so tightly, I barely heard what he whispered to my father. "This is for Zephaniah" he said before completely stabbing through my fathers heart.

Blood gushed from the wound as the figure removed the blade and let my father's body fall. I crawled over to hit and grasped his hoof. He looked at me with wondering eyes and said barely above a whisper, "Take... t-the blessing... of the Assassin...., m-my s-son." I felt a tingle in my heart as he said this then I heard him breath his last and his body go cold.

"No dad, come back! Please! You can't leave me!" I screamed as tears of agony and sorrow pored down my face. I cried as the hooded one stood behind me, staring. My sorrow slowly turned to rage as I got up and turned to face him.

I let my anger well up inside me as I stared down my parents' killer. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and lunged at him, screaming, "YOU SON OF A BIT-UGH!" The figures hoof came up and punched me in the throat, throwing me back.

I felt something give way in my neck and suddenly found it extremely hard to breath. As lay on the cold ground, blood starting to flow from my mouth and struggling for breath, the figure slowly walked up to me. He knelt down in front of me and said, "Your a fighter. A pathetic one but a fighter non the less."

I glared at him as I continued to struggle for breath, snow starting to cover me like a white sheet. The hooded one continued, saying, "I will let you live, for now. So you can always remember who defeated the greatest Master Assassin in three hundred years."

With this, he pulled back his hood, revealing a black and white striped zebra with an earing and black mohawk. "I am Paladius of the Templars, now slayer of the Great Master Assassin." He pulled his hood back up and spat in my face.

He then ran to the alley wall and free climbed to the roof and vanished into the darkness. I stared at where the zebra had disappeared for a moment before starting to crawl towards the street.

As I crawled, I continued to cry as I passed my parent's bodies. As I neared the street, I began to loose consciousness from the lack of oxygen and loss of blood.

I got to the side walk and noticed two ponies exiting a club to my right. They started in my direction and stopped when they saw me. "Help!..." I managed to croak before I passed out. The last thing I thought was: I swear I'm going to kill that zebra, no matter what.

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I have to take a break from writing for a few hours. My hoof and eyes are starting to become pained and I am hungry. I will go and see if my wife has made dinner yet. Hopefully she will have been back from her orchestra practice by now..

Hey everypony, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I know it was a little short but I still need to get into the swing of writing this. Anyway, please comment and review!

Comments

[GroanyBrony]

It's shaping up to be a good one Take my thumbs up, a favorite and a mustached Spike

The only thing that distracted me from the story was a few spelling errors here and there. Other than that however it was a very good start to what I hope will be a great fic

[djElectrOctavia]

ME GUSTA MUCHO!

[Tempname10732]

I can safely say that I'm looking forward to more.

[Moonshine9012]

Thanks to all three of you: for the encouragement and the first to review

[Rarelygood]

Ok you see this comment? Good this means you caught my interest. Write or.. die you choice.. XD

[PonyScribe]

Assassins Creed? this is going to be good, ill read it later, and we'll see if another piece of art if made...