I had to rewrite this chapter because of a few mistakes, one was using a character name that was already taken, and so, I apologize zZ Sky Ninja Zz for using one of your character's names. I did not look as thoroughly as I should have for taken names. All is fixed now, though.

Chapter 1:

I cautiously walk along the crowded streets of Canterlot, the capital of Equestria, attempting not to draw attention upon myself. I continue down the street until I find myself outside of the building I am looking for. I walk in to a familiar voice.

"Hello, and welcome to Micheal's Grocery Store," said a light green unicorn with dark green mane, and a cutie mark of a cereal box. "How can I help you today?"

"Hello Micheal, I am here for the usual."

"Dravan! I am sorry to say that I do not have much to give you today, we almost completely sold out yesterday."

"You know that any bit is enough, since I normally would be unable to have any if it isn't for your kindness."

"I will be right back with your food," Micheal said as he went into the back room to put the food left over from yesterday into a bag for me. Right after he left, three ponies entered the store, and I knew them all too well.

"Well, well," said Star Shine, a unicorn with a grey coat, a bright yellow mane, and had a constellation for his cutie mark. "If it isn't Dravan Khuun. Here to see if your talents are in selling groceries?"

"As if he could, he is more antisocial than a hibernating squirrel," answered Cornbuck, a red earth pony with a yellow mane, and a cutie mark of an ear of corn. He lives in a farm outside of the city, and he is not very bright.

"Even his clothes show that he is antisocial," piped in Cloud Streaker. "Those robes are nothing if not concealing." Cloud Streaker is a dark blue pegasus, with a red and white mane, and a cutie mark of a cumulonimbus cloud.

I just stood there, knowing that if I did anything out of hoof, I would become noticed, and then questions would be asked. People would find out that I live on the streets, and the guards would kick me out. It has happened to many of the homeless that try to make a living on the streets of Canterlot. I cannot let it happen to me.

"I want you kids out of my store," said an angry voice from behind the counter. "Now!" Star Shine, Cornbuck, and Cloud Streaker left in a hurry, since everyone knew that if you made Micheal angry, you and your family could go days without homemade food.

"Thanks Micheal."

"Of course, but why didn't you stand up for yourself?" he asked as he levitated a bag onto the counter and slid it across to me.

"You know what would happen if attention is drawn to me, and the pegaus' dad is a guard."

"I still think those kids should be taught a lesson, though."

"As if they would take that lesson to heart."

"If you lecture loud enough, for long enough, even the sleeping students begin to pay attention."

"Wise words from your father?"

"Yep."

"Thanks again for the food."

"Come back tomorrow."

"I will," I assured as I began to walk out the door.

"Oh, yeah. One more thing, Dravan."

"Yes?"

"Word has reached my ears that Princess Celestia's sister, Luna, will be returning today from her thousand years of exile in the moon, so the guards will be more diligent. Try to keep your head down, and that hood up."

"Thanks for the warning. Safety and peace."

"Upon you as well."

As soon as I left the store, I used my magic to bring my cowl up and over my head, concealing both my dark grey face, and my white and dark blue streaked mane. I start heading towards an alleyway that I knew had windows that were close together. I dodge guards going in all different directions. There are definitely more guards than usual, perhaps even double. I eventually make it to the alleyway, I undid the latch on my saddlebags, and put the groceries in it. I had to place them around my dark blue tipped wings, so that it would not get uncomfortable.

I quickly climbed the wall, going from window to window, to reach the top. As soon as I got to the top, I began galloping along the rooftops, leaping from building to building, galloping across ropes that intertwine above the streets, and eventually ending up at my destination. Even if someone had seen me, they would never have been able to catch up to me, and if they had wings, I would lose them in the maze that is Canterlot and it's crowds.

I arrived at the place I called home. A rooftop with another rooftop jutting out above it, which served great for when it rained. I took off my saddlebags, which involved stretching my wings above me and using my magic to have it slide along them, and quickly opened and took out the food from Micheal. Which is half a loaf of bread and two apples.

"Wow, he wasn't kidding when he said he almost sold out yesterday," I said to myself. I levitate one of the apples up and took a bite from it, letting the sweet juices spread across my tongue as I chewed. I savored every bite, making the apple last almost twenty minutes, before I moved on to the bread. It is somewhat stale, but I fully expect that, and it is still like manna from heaven upon my tongue. After the bread I eat the other apple, making every bite count.

As I attempted to grab something else, I realized that there is no more. My stomach growls in protest at this fact. I looked up at the sky, finding that the sun is only halfway along it's path across the sky. I decide that, since there is so many guards patrolling, that I would stay here, and I began to sing. I sang about one of the major, life-changing times in my life. I sang about the hours after my parents' deaths.

I awoke to a sound, and an odd smell, and, since I was just having a dream that was almost real, I was disoriented. I slowly got up, which was only the difference of a few inches, since I was three at the time, and I crept towards the door, using everything my father had taught me on being quiet. I slowly opened the door to something I never would have expected...darkness...at a time that my parents are always up, and they always have the lights on when they are up. I sneaked down the hall, stopping twice, once to grab the knife my father made for me, and again to look in my parents' room, and nobody was in there, I grabbed the 'Emergency Saddlebags' and continued. When I was almost to the living-room, I heard a whisper that, if somepony else were in my exact location, they would not have heard it, but I did. Thanks to the enhanced senses passed down through my family.

"We need to get out of here as soon as possible," said Mysterious Voice Number One.

"Is everything ready?" replied Mysterious Voice Number Two.

"Yep."

"Then let us go."

I heard the door open, and as I came closer, I realized what the odd aroma that I had been smelling was. Kerosene. I heard a match head being struck against the igniting strip, and the door close, followed closely by the sound of the hungry flames of the match touching the gasoline. Eagerly leaping across it's surface, and lighting more things on fire.

Everything was consumed in less than a second, and I knew that I had to get out of there, I galloped through the flames at the window, and jumped through it. Falling off the cliff that our house was next to, and opening my wings to pull up before I hit the ocean. I flew as fast as I could, ignoring the pain of the cuts from the glass, of the fire licking at my right foreleg, of having the knowledge that my family was killed, and I focused on putting as much distance between me, and what was, but can never again be, my life.

I ended the song prematurely, since the rest of the memory is still muddled. Considering I nearly drowned, and awoke to a mare of stars singing and carrying me the rest of the way to Equestria, I expect nothing less. I thought of the events that I could remember before The Incident.

When I turned two, my parents began teaching me. My father taught me how to use my wings, and taught me how to fight. My mother taught me other languages, history, and how to use magic. Both of them together taught me how to climb, navigate, and how to see without being seen.

No amount of good memories can outweigh the bad, though. Especially when the bad outnumber the good. The hours after the Incident just brought about more pain. During the Incident, I was pumped up with adrenaline, and unable to think clearly, but afterwards, when I was lying in a hospital bed, I had plenty of time to think clearly. Plenty of time to let sink in that not only my parents were dead, but I had completely forgotten my sister. After I realized that, I also pieced together that she was dead, and it was my fault.

I quickly shook my head in attempt to clear my mind from those thoughts. "Let the past be the past," I recited one of my father's favorite sayings, "but that doesn't mean you can't learn from them."

I lift myself up, deciding that I should go actually do something, not just sit around here all day. I hear music coming from the castle, and begin heading off in that direction.

There you have it, Part 1 of my first project. If you have any suggestions for what I need to improve on, just let me know.

I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or Assassin's Creed

Nor am I affiliated with Hasbro or Ubisoft

I do own Dravan Khuun, Micheal, Star Shine, Cornbuck, and Cloud Streaker

Part 2 is coming soon. Can't say when, though. School is too unpredictable.