Fallout Equestria: Mercy

by ArmexFics

Rating: teen
Tags: Crossover, Dark, Alternate Universe, Adventure
Length: 348

The story of a young unicorn trying to find his place in the wasteland. The story takes place a decade before the events of the original FoE.

10 years before The Day Of Sunshine And Rainbooms, a young unicorn, Blackflint, is left orphaned after his village is attacked by a raider clan. Lost and distressed, he is found by a mysterious hooded unicorn that teaches him the skills he needs to stay alive in the harsh world of Fallout Equestria.

Note this story is set in the Fallout Equestria universe created by Kkat.
I recommend reading the original first, as not only is it an amazing piece of literature, but it will flesh out the world in which the story is set.

The story is written in the third person, as it focuses on multiple points in time and doesn't always follow Blackflint.

This is a side fic, which means that it is not part of the official cannon (though I will be sticking to it as much as I can).

I can assure you that I will not turn this into another Project Horizons. One is enough.

I most likely will take a long time writing each chapter, simply because writing is hard and I want quality over quantity when it comes to my writing.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-28 19:56:14 UTC

Chapter 1: Open road

Prologe

“He killed them!”

The pistol trembled in Blackflints grip as he levitated it at the crippled raider.

“He set them on fire! He laughed! He made me watch!”

The raider lay still, eyes wide with fear as unicorn pressed the gun to his head. A voice came from behind Blackflint, It was calm and gentle.

“Will killing him bring them back?”

Blackflint’s face contorted.

“No but-“

“But what?”

Blackflint spun to face the speaker.

“If I don’t kill him he’ll go and kill more ponies. How many has he killed already?”

The pony he was addressing stepped forward and placed a hoof on his shoulder. He was wearing a black hooded cloak that hid his face.

“Maybe, but he was only following orders, you know this and you still blame him?”

The hooded pony spoke quietly, almost whispering as Blackflint snarled.

“HE DID IT! HE WAS THE ONE WHO SHOT THEM! HE CHOSE TO!”

The hooded pony stepped closer, the soft light from Blackflint’s pipbuck catching his purple eyes.

“Killing is all he knows, all he has ever known. He did as he was told because that’s all he knows how to do.”

The hooded pony pointed a hoof at the raider.

“If you kill him his master will find another pony to replace him and his death will have been for nothing. If you want somepony to blame, somepony to kill to prevent more innocent deaths, blame the one who sent him. Killing this pony is a waste of a life.”

The gun began to shake in Blackflints grasp. It remained pointed at the raider for a few moments before it was slowly lowered. Blackflint turned to the raider.

“Who told you to attack my village?! TELL ME!”

He snarled. The raider stared at him in disbelief as he hesitantly answered.

“Y-you aint gonna’ kill me?”

“Not if you tell me who sent you”

The raider looked conflicted, his eyes darting from Blackflint to the hooded pony. Blackflint spoke again, this time more calmly.

“All I need is a name”