I was supposed to have been gone. But I never claimed to be an honest pony.

No one was going to actually see a dirt colored "dirt" pony like myself though. I had laid on the ground near the side of the building in shadow and quietly watched as he met up with his "friends". I doubt he would have forgiven me if I got myself caught, but I also remember that I didn't care. My logical brain was telling me I needed to see this, less I forget.

His armor was back on, hiding everything but his head since his helmet was off. His fellow soldiers in similar garb flew down shortly after from the tower, one of them patting their comrade on the back between his wings and seeming to praise him for some reason or another. I couldn't hear from that distance, It shouldn't have been any of my business anyways.

He had to go back, I told myself while I watched the three of them take flight, heading to the clouds. I lifted my head, thinking to myself, wondering when was going to be the next time we would have a chance to see one another. He was smart enough to have found a way to send messages to my PipBuck, but it just wasn't the same.

I was supposed to have been gone, I reminded myself. He did not want to be seen with me. Something about it not being good for either of us, it was for the best I left before anypony showed up. He promised me that it would be alright.

I couldn't help but make a mental note, that he never looked back. Not even once, just to check.

"A long, long time ago, before the bombs fell, and even longer before that..."

Most of us were laid out near the fire, which the group had let smolder down just enough to let us see Cleave. The black-coated pony stood in front of the fire, letting what light it was able to produce to give him a eerie orange outline to his frame. We all had found our particular sitting or laying spots, each with coffee mugs that we were currently drinking some sort of tasty fruit mixture that Psych had produced from his chemicals and barrel. While it was crazy to think I had no idea exactly what had been used in the semi-clear green fluid, it tasted absolutely wonderful. Much better than anything we'd had above the clouds, I was already on my third cup.

Cleave stood above us, dramatically flaring out his mane with a shake of his head as he stood watching the group. Those red eyes just added to the effect he was trying to produce with the current atmosphere. Apparently, he liked ghost stories. Not too much of a surprise there. With a grin causing his teeth to look extra bright against his black coat, he continued.

"There used to be a pony family called the 'Bales'. Hay Bale had just moved his family from Appleloosa up to Baltimare where the soil was more fertile at the time. From there with what savings he had, he was able to buy some land, and over time increase that to more than just an acre or two."

At this point, Pyro raised a hoof into the air and began swinging it around.

"Ugh...What?" Cleave muttered with a sigh and turned his attention to Pyro.

"So what were they going to do with all that land?" Pyro asked after lowering his hoof, looking innocent.

Cleave glared at Pyro for a few quiet seconds before clearing his throat, to the amusement of Pyro who giggled shortly after while settling back down.

"Hay...they made Hay. Of course they made hay what else would they have made...rocks? ANYWAYS." That last part was said while Cleave again glared in Pyro's direction. "Mr. Bale, with his wife, had three children. One being a mare he named Little Bale. One day, Bale was expecting his grass fields when he saw a strange creature."

At this point Cleave rose to his hind hooves and reared menacingly, casting shadows over our group.

"In the middle of his field was a creature with the body of a dog, and the head of a rabbit. Bale had his gun on him, and he shot at the creature many times, but it just vanished. He didn't think much else of the incident and made his way back home to his family, but as they were finishing dinner they started to hear a beating noise outside the walls of their log home."

Cleave let his upper body fall to the ground with a much harder 'stomp' than normal. Lowering his head and smirking up at us from under his fallen mane while he used his tail to fan the smoldering wood behind him. Embers scattered upwards into the sky and died just as quickly as they raised. He was fairly good at putting on a show.

"Every night, the sounds would get worse. Bale and his sons tried each night to run out and catch the pony responsible, but each night they came up empty hoofed. Weeks followed, and the Bale colts and filly began hearing even stranger noises, rats gnawing at their bedposts..."

His back hoof lifted and pushed against a piece of timber that had fallen from the fire, causing it to scrape against both wood and ash in an awful crunching noise.

"...and then, the children would wake up with their blankets snatched from them in the middle of the night..."

Another wave of his tail, the embers brightened harshly against the gust before dieing down once more.

"...as time went on, as if it couldn't get any worse for the Bale family, they started hearing whispering noises."

A glance was given over to Tech's music machine, where he stood by waiting his turn. A quick few knobs were twisted into place with yellow magic and a soft static was emitted through the speakers. Cleave then continued.

"It was just whispers at first, sound like a poor, feeble, old mare's singing. Not long after, poor Little Bale woke up with welts, bites, scratches, and a number of other small wounds. Bale had swore to keep his family's 'problem' between themselves, but soon he decided he needed help, and called on his neighbor Jay Bird, a pegasus, to help."

He then sat down before us, getting into the more lengthy part of the story I guessed.

"Even with Jay Bird sleeping over, the noises continued, getting louder and louder until Jay couldn't stand it anymore. 'IN CELESTIA'S NAME, WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

He had raised his voice, throwing his hooves out to us in a desperate maneuver. It caused a few of us to lean back away from him, which he couldn't hide back a tiny grin at our reaction.

"Things did quiet down that night, but it was far from the end. As the nights followed the voice got stronger, and stronger...singing at the top of her old lungs, screeching, conversation with even more ponies that were not there...the poor family was tortured every night. And even we don't know what happened to that poor family, but the story is far from over there, but I'll have to tell you ponies that another time..."

By now we were all leaning forwards and listening intently to Cleave's ghost story. I never even noticed my flank seemed itchy, reaching around a hoof and brushing against my cutie mark's location. I turned my head around to see if I had anything on me to cause the irritation when suddenly raised above me was a massive figure in the darkness, clawed horns reaching down from the creature's head and claws thrusting out from its appendages, which just as suddenly caught fire at their tips.

Squealing I darted to my hooves and took a quick flap of my wings to shoot across the dieing fire to the other side, with the sound of laughing ponies following me. Blinking I realized the fire I had just flew over was being restored by magic, and there Pyro was, front hooves tied with sickly branches and a few tied into the top of his mane, the tips of the branches still barely alight as he looked at me with a smirk.

"Ooga-booga!" he half-snarled falsely at me before rolling into the dirt with a laugh as his magic pulled off the extra appendages and put our their ends. Stan having made his way over to his friend, where Pyro reached up for a high-hoof with the larger earth pony.

Cleave was also grinning at me, giving me a little mocking bow to the end of the 'performance'.

As Pyro was getting to his hooves, horn aglow with his magic to sweep over the fire to brighten it back to its former glory, Karma stepped out of no where behind me, head tilted with my coffee cup between her teeth, and holding it out for me to take. Lifting a wing and looping a feather forwards allowed me to take the chipped ceramic and bring the now-full again cup to my lips, to gloomily sip the heavenly tasting liquid down to cool my nerves.

The others around us had all moved off in their individual groups afterwards, chatting away with their own drinks in hoof or magic. Karma simply stood next to me watching her friends while I drank, and then hiccuped, with her snickering quietly after.

"Psych calls it Kungaloosh, whatever that means. I'm guessing its delayed 'kick' is sneaking up on you."

"Kick? Wait, this has alcohol in it?" Only ever having a rare taste of Wild Pegasus, I hadn't noticed.

"Well duh," She rolled her eyes at me, afterwards piercing me with a You-must-be-an-idiot look. "Of course it has alcohol in it, what's the point otherwise?" With that said she lifted a hoof and shrugged a shoulder at the same time.

"But it tastes so good and doesn't burn going down or anything..." Peeking into my cup, which I now found empty. Odd, it had just been full a few seconds ago. I lifted it upside down with a feather twist and shook it a little. Definitely empty. That's a shame.

"Don't let Psych hear you," She nudged her shoulder into mine, leaning closer to lower the tone of her voice. "His head is big enough as it is."

"THAT'S THE WAY YOU LIKE IT." Was heard to our right, where Psych, Mist, and Light were hovered over what looked to be like playing cards spread across the ground. Psych smirked in our direction as the other two laughed.

Karma groaned and slid a hoof slowly down her face before turning to the three of them.

"BITE ME." She yelled over.

"WITH PLEASURE." Came Psych's reply.

Karma's head lowered and gave Psych her best 'death stare' while he simply smirked at her, eventually she rolled her eyes and turned away from the group, heading back around to the other side of the fire by herself. I was left standing there, looking between her and the card-playing group before eventually turning to follow her, not knowing what else to really do with myself since I hardly knew these other ponies.

I found Karma having laid down next to the fire, slightly turned to where it could warm her side. It seemed like a good idea so I lay down opposite of her so we could face one another. I lifted the wing that was closer to the fire so I could enjoy the warmth hitting the feathers underneath, the other wing sat my cup down before folding to my back afterwards. During this movement she had turned her head towards me with a slight tilt and a raised brow, but she seemed to have shrugged it off once I laid down, and she was back to looking at the fire again.

Around us I could hear the rest of her gang simply talking and enjoying themselves, Tech was behind their music machine, bobbing his head along with the music he had turned on down to a reasonable level while his magic played with random cords and wires he seemed to be trying to put together into some sort of pattern. Cleave had turned back to messing with the kettle he had originally dragged over, and was on the other side of the fire attempting to push it near the flames with his magic. The card-playing group had went back to their game, with Mist giving a hoof-pump in triumph when I glanced over, Light and Psych groaning as they pushed little silvery looking objects in the blue earth pony's direction as he grinned.

Nearer to the wagons where the firelight was darker stood Rainy, Stan, and Pyro. All three had drinks, Pyro holding his own with his orange hued magic, and the other two cups hovered in a soft white glow. With Rainy's horn shimmering in the same color it was obvious to tell she was holding the other two, one for herself, and the other for Stan, making it easier for the earth pony to lean over and take a sip out of his cup without having to use both front hooves to hold it.

"You are a very curious type." Karma said over my shoulder, which caused me to turn my head back around to re-notice her watching me once again. She was regarding me with a half-smile.

"Well, can you blame me? Ive really only learned about the surface through classes. I am finding most of this a lot to take in," I motioned around us with a hoof. "Specially in the short time period."

"I suppose your right, is it everything you expected it to be?" She tilted her head at me.

"Well..." I wasn't quite sure how to answer that. "In some ways yes, obviously the atmosphere for one. You got to admit, it is a bit dusty down here." I tried giving her a smile at that mild joke.

"Quite." A smirk from her, either my humor or dimness caused.

"But, we were always told that surface dwellers were savage. Your group seems far from it." Taking on a more serious note.

She didn't reply straight away at that, simply looking at me for a few moments before she turned her head to look back into the fire to watch the flames continue their flickering, it made her normally dark eyes seem to glow in the shifting orange light.

"There are plenty of ponies that are savage down here. But I could ask you the same question you asked me before, can you really blame them? We have very few real societies, resources, or safety. Some ponies can continue to remain sane and make do with what we have, but others in either desperation or choice decide to survive in other ways."

I remained quiet to her small speech, though I continued to watch her intently, as she seemed to be suddenly talking to herself, and not just me. Then again, I was used to that.

"We have gangs, raiders, cannibals, ghouls, and Celestia-only-knows what else as far as savage ponies go. That isn't even including everything else in the wasteland that wants to kill us. Going savage seems like an eventual occurrence, sad as that is to think. But it doesn't mean we deserve it."

"I did not mean to imply..." I leaned a little closer trying to apologize, and she only shook a hoof at my attempt.

"No, no, I know what you meant. You do not have to apologize. You can't help but think the only way you've been told to think your entire life. I know how that can feel."

I gave her a sideways glance as I turned my head towards the fire, folding my lifted wing to my back to match the other as I ruffled both in a uncomfortable reaction to the situation. Again, I was left not knowing what to say given the current conversation. Not including the fact the somber discussion was really doing a number on the buzz I had acquired from Psych's drink before, maybe it was time to turn the tables around.

"So..." I leaned closer to her and playfully nudged my shoulder against hers. "Why, 'Karma'?"

"What?" The sudden twist of her head in my direction with the wide blinking eyes instantly giving her away.

"You call me feather-head, but I am not entirely stupid. Ive kept from telling people my full name for awhile now, I can easily tell when someone is covering up theirs as well," I lowered my head and grinned at her from under fallen bangs in a mischievous manner. "So, again, why 'Karma'?"

At first she narrowed her eyes at my playful attempt to lighten the mood, even though I'll admit I was curious. She looked me up and down with that hard distrustful expression, that slowly softened as I refused to relent to her protective reaction. Her ears slowly folded back against her skull and she let out a quiet sigh.

"It seemed appropriate, all things given. An old life into a new one, sort of thing." She seemed even sadder at this and I realized how miserably I failed at a decent change to our moody talk, but her ears perked back up again in thought. "What about you?"

I looked to my left and right at her question, all the others seemed to be continuing their own conversations or games. Peeking over the fire I noticed Cleave had thrown a cover over his kettle that was now on the fire and he had made his way over to the card game to watch, and Tech was still at his machine happily playing and changing the beat of the music as he saw fit. I could turn the conversation around now, even if it was embarrassing.

So I leaned over, and whispered my full name to her, even though she hadn't given me hers.

At first she blinked, giving her head that tilt she seemed to usually produce whenever she was curious or confused. She then turned even further to give my flank a glance, looking at my cutie mark.

"I don't get it."

"Yeah well, neither do I. Apparently it has nothing to do with my mark." I shrugged, she hadn't laughed yet.

"Ah, I see....well I don't, but whatever." She turned away from me once again to look back at the fire, and we stayed quiet for a few minutes, but then I suddenly heard her snicker...

"So does that mean your parents were just having a really good time when they conceived you?"

And here comes the sex jokes.

"Or maybe your talent is good sex, you do have a sword on your butt!" She laughed fully now and pointed at my flank.

"Yeah yeah, get it out of your system." I sighed and propped my head up with a hoof, looking at her unamused.

"Are you a virgin? Wait, of course your not, that's how you got your mark isn't it? HEY PSYCH!." She suddenly yelled as she waved her hoof in the air drastically to get his attention. The dark purple pony perked up from his card game where he was holding his cards with his neon green magic.

"Maybe you'll get to join the mile high club after all!" She squealed in laughter and hugged herself, rolling onto her side in a fit of continued giggles. Whatever the heck that was, it was insanely funny to her.

Psych simply looked at her confused-like, Light, Mist, and Cleave looking between the two of them before Psych lifted a hoof and slowly circled it around mid-air near the side of his head to indicate his opinion of her. His friends shrugged, and they went back to their game.

I openly groaned at this, even though I was pleased to have gotten her out of her funk, now I had to put up with the immature jokes per usual. Thankfully though I noticed Rainy's group heading over to us, the three other colts behind her following as they made their way over. Karma noticed my misplaced attention during her laughter spell and sat back up mid-snicker to also notice the others heading our way with their cups gone.

She quickly stood up and opened her mouth to say something, and she just as quickly found my hoof thrust into her mouth to muffle whatever she decided to say. I had used my wings to draw myself up just as quickly and was hovering just barely off the ground while I used my other hoof to poke her hard.

"No. Don't you dare." And I removed my hoof from her mouth. She made a 'blegh' sound and stuck her tongue out at me.

"I don't even want to know where that hoof has been with a name like-"

"NO."

"Fiiinnneeee...You are no fun," She whined as the others stepped up to us, curious as to what was going on with a noticeable confused expression shared between the four of them. Karma gave them the best fake grin she possibly could and waved a hoof. "Hello!"

They continued to give us their confused looks before Rainy let out a small laugh and shook her head at the situation. She turned her head to look at the three colts behind her, and smiled towards them.

"Pyro, could you brighten the fire while Tech turns the music up. Stan, you promised us a dance last time."

Both blue and green stallion simultaneously lifted hooves and gave Rainy a salute before heading to their mentioned positions. Pyro stood next to the fire and lifted his magic covered horn to raise the fire up higher and brighter. Tech on the other hand pounced back behind his machine and quickly switched through a few 'settings' before reaching out and pulling out a hidden drawer.

"That DJ only wishes he had this!" He grinned while his magic yanked out a silvery looking circle.

"HEY. Careful with my music!" Light suddenly yelled over his floating cards as he hoof-pointed at Tech.

"Yeah, one of a kind, blah blah, I KNOW. Its my computer anyways!" Tech yelled back at him while his magic pulled the silvery circle behind the machine and out of my sight, though I heard him continuing to open and push random buttons. What I had originally figured was just a radio, was apparently a lot more than just that. Though I thought most computers had screens.

Meanwhile, Stan stood behind us, sitting down and using his left hoof to hold up his hat while the right was used to pull back through his mane. He peeked over at me for only a second, before turning and looking at Rainy and Karma. Both mares had shifted next to one another and were looking at Stan with a expectant expressions. This only served to make Stan blush under his already dark coat and glance away from the two of them.

"Pretty pleeaassee?" The mares whined together. Karma was able to look up at Stan with a wide-eyed pleading look due to her height, though Rainy being even taller than Stan was himself had to resort to a pout, letting her short cut bangs fall over her eyes pitifully, perfectly matched with just barely biting her lower lip.

Stan rolled his eyes even though the blush took on a more red-hue. Thrusting down his hat atop his head, giving us only a view of his muzzle as he grumbled to himself under the wide-brimmed hood.

"Alright."

Letting off happy squeals the two mares trotted in place on the tips of their hooves happily. Afterwards Karma suddenly lunged forwards and snatched a part of my mane in her teeth, catching me off-guard. All the while I had simply been watching the ordeal and the yank that sprawled me back to land on my rump next to Karma had come completely unexpected.

"Hey!" I narrowed my eyes at her as she let go, only to find her and Rainy had already brought their attention back to Stan who was standing nearer to the fire, off to the right at Tech's position behind his 'computer' as he called it, the earlier quiet music had switched off, and there was the distinct sound of him clicking something into place. Only then did he lift his head up from behind, and raise a hoof to push a red button on top of the machine.

I couldn't hear anything at first, well, except the soft static sound. But then, a stallion's voice emitted over the machine's speakers in a low soothing tone. It was strange to me, just the voice echoed softly as he spoke of dreaming and stars, and Stan was softly rocking his head to nothing but the tone of the long-dead voice.

I looked between Rainy and Karma, the two had leaned closer to one another and were smiling as they watched Stan, which brought my attention back to the stallion as he reached up with to the hat that had covered his face once again, having paused as the other unknown stallion's voice softly died through the air.

Suddenly, music blared out in a rising crescendo. I had heard music before, though sadly not as much as I would have liked and the instruments having been used were unknown to me, but there was the unmistakeable sound of hoof beats in the background, and the singer's voice raised above the sound with a boastful effort, quite different from the intro he'd produced before.

The words sang and about the time before, about love and flashing signs, and before I realized it Stan had brought himself closer to the two mares near me, causing me to back up slightly in the usual startled reaction I had been throwing around as of late. He had thrown himself onto his back hooves and stood, giving his larger body a twist around the two of them that curved his hips along with the music. His face still hidden behind his hat, and his tail flicking to draw under both Rainy and Karma's chins, the two mares produced equal squeals once more, and giggling.

Stan apparently had far better balance then I'd given the earth pony credit for, because he was still on his back hooves and had drawn away from the mares and back to the fire. Letting the light trace his form in gold as it followed along with his dance, he had raised his hat with a flick of his head in a upwards motion as he let his back hooves slide and stomp through the dirt, drawing up small dust clouds that hovered and faded around him.

I realized I was watching this pony's particular talent because when he suddenly touched a front hoof to a hip and swiveled around in a curve that drew his tail in front of him to swish and drag over a particular area I found my eyes drawn to, I felt my face going hot and knew I must be showing red through my off-white coat while my eyes darted back up. Swallowing even as the girls whistled appreciatively at the suggestive motion.

Grinning from ear to ear, he fell back forwards with a slight turn that caused all four hooves to slide across the dirt as he turned his body this way and that with both the music and the words the stallion still drew out across the speakers. The hoof beats continued stomping and clapping in the background, and I noticed both Rainy and Karma following along with beating their front hooves against the ground. Behind the fire, I could see Pyro having a grand time letting his magic manipulate the flames into dancing along with Stan.

I noticed the card-playing group having paused their game, watching both Stan and the girls while bobbing their heads along with the tune. I noticed Mist Blade was missing from the group, but upon turning my head I noticed the blue pony having snuck up behind Rainy and had innocently poked her in her flank. She startled, which caused Karma to jump as well. Mist only gave the two of them a grin and politely bowed in Rainy's direction, tilting his head and nudging it towards Stan in an invite to dance.

Rainy smiled, and turned her head towards Karma, who nodding her head and jumped up to step in front of Stan while he continued to dance. He slowed down just enough for Karma to join him and she laughed as she did her best to follow along. Next thing I knew Rainy twirled into view with Mist right behind her. All four of them moved together as the song continued, and all I could do was sit and watch, though it was hard to keep a small smile from forming.

I had been to my fair share of get-together and parties before, but none of them seemed nearly as laid back as these random ponies shifting and moving to the music in no real pattern what-so-ever. When suddenly Tech swirled into view dragging a rather scared looking Cleave along with him in some mock-up of a couple's dance I couldn't help but laugh.

Light had moved over to his machine while using his magic to turn up the volume once more, while Psych could be seen trying to sneak into the dancing fray towards the two mares. This only found him suddenly muzzle-to-muzzle with Mist, each stallion looking just as startled as the other. The girls laughed, drawing both of their attention, as Stan had pulled them to their back hooves and had a hoof around each of their waists, giving both Mist and Psych a rather smug smirk.

With both purple and blue stallion grumbling to one another at the side now, Stan suddenly 'tossed' Karma in my direction. She skittered to a stop with a heavy gasp of air and simply grinned at me after. With a lunge and a hoof thrown around my neck I was just as equally tossed into the dancing group with a laugh, where she then followed and pulled me to my back hooves with her.

I very nearly stumbled, not being used to standing in this manner, but her front hooves connected with mine and helped me to stay upright. She then motioned towards my wings with a nudge of her head before suddenly twisting the two of us to the side to dance along with Rainy and Stan.

Opening my wings I found with a few feather-flaps I could easily keep myself aloft with her as we moved. And as the one song switched to the next I found myself lost in the movement, sound, and light. Sometime along the way I remember both mares lifting their heads and singing along with the music, as we all moved in pattern with Stan's dancing. The night continued, there was much more drinking, singing, story telling, and dancing to be had once we all had drank far more than I thought was healthy. We even ate at some point, some soup-mixture that Cleave eventually got nice and hot from the fire. And the hours slowly slipped by without any of us noticing.

A disgruntled purple pony was making his way back to the wagon to grab his sleeping blanket. He was perfectly fine with letting the others continue their party, and it didn't look like he was getting lucky any time soon with either of the only two mares in the group, so he might as well call it early. At least someone could be awake in the morning with more than two percent of their brain cells left.

On his way he noticed Static working on something in the dark. It was on his way, so he stepped a little slower just enough where he could get a better look as he passed. In what little light Static's flash light produced between rapidly switching back and forth, he could tell they were energy weapons of course. But the make and model on the other hand...

With a 'hmm..' under his breath, he continued to their personal supply wagon. A curious thought starting to form.

The next thing I remember is a very loud clanking sound of metal upon metal banging into my already pounding head. I never remembered falling asleep from last night, but apparently I had at some point, and now found myself shuffling backwards away from the offending sound with a groan.

Blinking my blurry eyes open in an attempt to focus, I noticed my armor bag having been thrown in front of me. Blinking further caused the purple blur in front of me to focus into Psych's frame, glaring down at me.

To the side I noticed Stan and Karma laying near to one another, and Rainy poking her head out from one of the wagons, watching me with confused expressions. Well, except Karma. She had her ears flattened to the side of her head and was looking very worried. Pyro stepped out from behind the wagon and moved to stand behind Karma and Stan. With the rest of the pony gang all standing about near us and watching intently I had a feeling that whatever was going on, it couldn't be good.

"Apparently, a little tiny bit of information was left out about our feathered 'friend' here that maybe we should have been informed about, don't you think Karma?" Psych's voice came out nice and calm besides the scowl and the slight snear at the word 'friend'. At the end of his question he looked over at her.

"Just wait a minute, I was going..." Karma started.

But she was interrupted by Psych's magic gripping the entire bag and violently whipping it open to scatter pieces of my armor all around me. I'd thrown a hoof up to keep anything from hitting my head, but it only made me notice my helmet skidding to a stop directly in front of me.

"Enclave." Psych's voice had lowered into a hateful tone.

If it was quiet before, it was dead now. They all looked to me, and their expressions all changed to either distaste, worry, or further confusion. Light looked troubled, while Cleave and Mist both narrowed their eyes at me hatefully. Stan and Rainy had instead looked to Karma with worry-filled glances, while Tech and Static looked more confused than anything else. Pyro stared, distrustfully before turning his head away.

Karma started to stand up, opening her mouth as if to explain...

But I tossed out a wing in her direction, in a motion for her to stay quiet as I looked to her. She could only look back for a few quiet moments before slowly laying back down, trying to avoid any of the other ponies gazes in her direction.

As I pulled myself to my hooves, I realized why she had told me before that to be seen with the armor on would be a bad thing. Even though I didn't completely understand why these ponies seemed to completely change their attitudes at simply one word, I at least felt that I owed it to them to try and explain myself. Even if it was short, I had shared time, food, and drink with these ponies. None of them had wings, but did that even really make a difference?

I gave my body a shake to remove some of the dirt I had acquired through the night and cleared my throat...

"My name is Cloud Nine, and yes. I am from the Enclave."

Author's Note

(Fallout Equestria: TQF Wiki Article)

The Legend of the Bell Witch - Do you know how hard it is to find a ghost story I could semi-ponify and make sense? UGH. lol.

Kungaloosh is copyright World of Warcraft.

And as far as I am concerned, the pony world can have a DJ, which means to me that yes, they can have CDs. It just makes sense to me! But of course these would be very rare since they are easily broke.

Even though I know there are hardly any people reading this, to those of you that are, thank you. <3