Fallout Equestria: Moon's Blood

So? You want to know my story?

There is a lot of stories and tales in the world, and heroes aren't rare. We are all heroes in a sense, everypony, from the humblest villager to the cruelest slaver, passing by wanderers, prospectors and like me, stable dwellers.

I guess you heard stories from other ponies before mine, so I don't have to remind you the basis about what happens in these times.

You know, the NCR, the Light bringer...

My story began almost... one year, maybe, before her own.

If you think she saved the wastelands all alone, then I could say you're either stupide and credulous, either you didn't listened her story with attention.

She was helped by her friends, of course, but also indirectively by ponies like me, who did things too, but...

Excuse me, it's going to look like a bad joke or a pun...

But the actions from ponies like me are hidden, and slowly die in the shadows of the Light bringer.

I won't complain about that. I might not have my relatively calm life by now if the Light bringer didn't hidden me in her shadows, even if it was involuntary.

The best would be to ask her personally, but I don't think anyone could enter the S.P.P tower like that, and even if this pony could, I don't think she could answer any question either. It would be like talking to a vegetable, boring monologue in perceptive, right?

But we're not going to talk about her, there's already too much ponies claiming to knew her by the time she walked in the wastelands.

Before I begin my tale, maybe I should remind you some little things from far before me, very far. It could be obvious, but without it, my story should have never happened, like all the other stories in the wastelands.

Equestria was not like that before, only two hundred and fifteen years ago, it was a magnificent place. There were the ponies, zebras, griffins, and all others. The ponies, however were made of "three" races: unicorns,  pegasi and the earth ponies.

They builded the land of equestria together with Friendship and Harmony, all of this for more than a millenia.

A magnificent world, isn't it? So what happened?

Industry.

Everypony wanted more than a highly inflammable cozy house with a rusty lead pipe for water in the deeps of countryside. So they builded, with concrete instead of Friendship and steel in place of Harmony. All of this rolling on money.

And with industry came a need. The need of coal.

Equestria didn't have coal to harvest, only giant field of gems.

Zebra lands needed gems, and had enough coal to literally throw it by windows.

So, Equestria and Zebra land became friends, exchanging their resources.

So what could have broke it?

A bloody mess.

That's not a pun...

A succession of fucking bloody mess.

Death of soldiers, a school massacre.

Then war, more deaths, more fights, more kills and then, at the paroxysm of the war...

Destruction.

One day, the megaspells fell, with balefire, fel magic and other horrors... Millions of ponies died, and a few hidden in the Stables.

Time passed, the land tried to reborn. But the scars of war were, and are, still visible.

And so, my time came.