It has been 193 years since the Last Day, the day the world ended in fire. The Equestrian nation is gone, her ponies scattered, scavenging the ruins of the world that was, barely subsisting. The Zebra empire has fallen, bones of slave and Caesar alike litter the grasslands, the few remaining tribes wandering the plains in search of food and shelter. The war is over... right? Now, it's just about survival. When a mare wakes up on a lonely hillside in the Equestrian wastes, with no memory, no friends and very little chance of staying alive, she must look within herself for the strength to continue and endure. And, when her Cutie Mark is an old Equestrian symbol for justice it's almost a certainty that she's destined for great things. That or she just needs to find some booze and a good buck... or mare to get her through the night. She's not too picky or sober... or sane. She is The Mare With No Name and this is her story.

Edited by ParastarSarasva/Demichev