Years after the Fall of the Known World, survivors and Stable Dwellers rose from the ashes and began to rebuild something in the remains of what used to be Civilization. Some fight the Good Fight to make it a better place and some seek to turn it into a living hell for everyone but them. Then, there are some who don't know what to make of their lives.

This is a story of one such stallion.

With no memories of his life except for his name and a few notes on his Pip-Buck, he walks the Wastes trying to make sense of the world and recover his past, helping anyone he can in the process.

[Author's Note: First fic, blah blah. This will probably update a bit slowly, forgive me. Tell me how much you like/hate it and notify me of typos and goof-ups. Cheers!]