I didn't stop it. I didn't choose to stop it, either. She's dead because of me, and all I could do was lay there. I wanted to stop it... Truth Gaze, you fucked up big time... No, I shouldn't call myself that anymore. There are no truths in the Wastes of a country ended by the war it started. Hell, there were no truths during that war to begin with. I've heard of the so-called great Ministries, and of what conspired at Maripony.
I've heard about the Stables, too. I am a descendant of the inhabitants of Stable 65. Was part of a settlement built out of the Stable. Anyways, I am the pony with no name, not anymore. This is my story, the one that is the most fucked up, and full of pain. I'm sorry to anypony who reads this after my passing. I don't want to hurt anyone with this story of bitter hatred and pain I have felt over these 3 years. Well, if you're brave enough, let's begin. It all started with a colt named Truth Gaze, in a small settlement named Axiou.
Fallout Equestria: Lost Dues
