Fallout Equestria : Sundered Steel

Fallout Equestria: Sundered Steel

Prologue

Friendship... Friendship never changes. The wasteland is like a deep wound, with the help of a good surgeon you can mend a wound. it will leave a scar a reminder that nothing ever fully heals in all things, the wasteland has many deep wounds and many surgeons are needed to fix them, but this is the story of just one of those wound mending surgeons, a literal surgeon from a stable.

In a little wasteland town a wasteland doctor closes up shop for the evening, he wares a pale blue jump suit, long since worn threadbare, ragged and patchwork from many years of hard wear, three numbers still in bright sunburst yellow, stitched into the back, 127, his mane and tail now long since grown white with age, a few  weary stands clinging to colour, a pale scarlet. He begins to walk to his home, kicking up dust in the wake of another day the bright sun shedding its final rays on this day, as he walks spying into the distance a rising spire of civilization, the City of Detrot, a small smile creeps over his face as he turns home to see the door open, and his little filly waiting for him on the front porch.

"Daddy!" she cries out in joy seeing this age'd of ponies come home. Diving onto him and tightly hugging his neck, a rare tenderness in a world so cruel.

He says nothing carrying the greatest gift ever given to him inside his home, sitting in his favorite chair, a crimson high back, old and threadbare, like his clothing. He sits his little filly down on his lap smiling all the while.

"Daddy," The filly looking up at the elder stallion with bright eyed affection. "you promised to tell me a story when you got home"

"Hmm..." "I believe I did dearest which story do you want to hear?"

"Tell me the story of that Doctor. You know which one I mean Daddy! "

"hmm I think I remember the story, listen close its a long story..."