she-ra and the assassin (she-ra/assassin's creed)

prolgue

A house sits in front of the whispering woods. A two-story house with four windows and a slate roof. An elderly man with grey hair and a ruff grey beard in dark robes stands on the porch. Someone else joins him out there in white robes with red high lits his blond hair and blue eyes. holding a baby wrapped in a red blanket. "They're coming," the old man says with a wispy voice. "What are to do farther?" The man questioned with a younger voice. "Take the child inside hide him and his sister," the old man says. "Yes," the younger man says as he turns to leave. "Get the others armed as well we'll make our last stand here," the older man says moving forward, the other man runs inside the building.

Towards the fright zone, an army can be seen it did not take long for them to find the house. Shadow weaver approach the man. "This is your last chance, join the horde or you'll be destroyed" her voice commanding. But the man did not flinch. He raised his hood over his head. Two of the horde soldiers in their armour move to attack the man. He raised his left arm grabbing the shock weapon that the soldier swing at him. The second one immediately charged him he raised his right arm and a blade extends from his wrist and slices into his neck. Within seconds he swings his arm to his left knocking the shock weapon away and slicing into his arm. Before the soldier had a chance to respond the man extends blade from his left wrist stabbing into his chest. He falls unmoving. Three horde soldiers raised ranged weapons. Tree arrows land in the necks of each of them. On the porch three people two men in the same robes as the younger man both with hoods covering their faces. The third a women in armour from a bright moon with a crossbow. The younger man joins the three his hood down. The two with longbows dropped them and joined the older man with the younger man. "Well let's show the horde why you shouldn't mess with the brotherhood" the younger man yells while he draws his swords. A good ten minutes into the battle and the assassin's where holding the line. "Fire the tanks." A hulking gorilla-like horde commander yell. Three green energy blast lands hitting the house the roof clasped down crushing the women. The younger man swings his sword dropping two more horde soldiers. He turns to the house, his hood falls. His eyes go wide. "Noooo" he screams. He starts to run to the flaming wreckage of the house. He's hit in the back. As life drains from his eyes he puts his arm up. He falls to the ground lifeless. The other two assassins were being overwhelmed. "There's too many of them" they call out be silence falls. The old man keeps fighting. The shadow Weaver approaches him. "enough" she says as she flings him aside. The old man falls unmoving on the ground. She walks up to the burning wreckage of the house being careful not to step on the body littering the floor. As she goes into the wreckage something grabs her leg. "You can't" a female voice in pain calls out. It was the lady with the crossbow.

"Such heroic nonsense" shadow weaver States as she picks up the crossbow and shoots her with it. Then she starts to hear crying. Baby crying looking around she finds the source of the noise. A baby under some rubble in the tattered remains for a red blanket. She picks the boy up. Still crying. She calls over one of the soldiers. "Take the child to the fright zone. He will be trained" she pass the child to him. The soldier nods and leaves.

A few hours pass. All the horde soldier had left. The old man spring to life. Breathing heavily as he looks around. He removes his hood. He spent the rest of the day burying the Dead. For the younger man, he made a headstone with the assassins logo.