In the Wasteland, there is no hope. There is no point in living, and there is no reason to fight. Day to day survival is all that matters to most. Some have gained power, usually by obtaining simple weapons like guns, and a study supply of food. These ponies terrorize those who are just trying to survive.

For a stable dweller, there is no reason to open their door. There is no reason to venture forth, no reason to fight for others. There is safety in the stable. But there comes a time when some find the need to leave the stable. They must learn to survive in the wasteland. Will it eat away at their soul, and leave them as ruthless as all others, or will they stay a shining beacon of light for the wasteland?

This is a work in progress. Chapters will be released one at a time, often with some mistakes. Chapters will be edited as they are released. I plan on making this as long as the original, but it will take some time. Writing a novel this big is not easy.