We didn't want to remember, We didn't deserve to remember. Our connection to Unity was gone, no mother to give use directions, or to protect us from ourselves. In her place were memory's we wanted to throw away, we only wanted unity.

Memory forced to the surface as we flew as far as we could. A name, once we were called Prism Paint, and had a cutie mark of a rainbow on canvas. We had never saw a real rainbow, only read it in books, painted it on wall, sang about it to our son. The son we let die. Paintings of rainbows were worthless to the wasteland, but our body was worth enough to feed him. We sould have don better, been a better pony. Memory's of his batter body in our hooves, trying to protect us, good boy, foolish boy. It was all our fault, we let him die, and without him life was not worth living.

The goddess called out to us, understood our pain, promised to take it all away. We embraced her, and in return she took all the pain away, giving us a new body, a new existence. But with our mother gone, Prism Paint would returned. All the pain mother saved us from would returned. We had no wish to be Prism Paint again, we wanted to die as part of unity, not as that sad useless mare.

Our wings were cold and sore from flying for so many days on end. flying so far over equestrian that the clouds and land had gave way to water and clear sky. It expanded as far as our eyes could see, becoming nothing but blue below and above. The day became painfully hot as the golden ball radiated heat down on us, the nights became bitter cold with the silver ball providing light. When clouds did come, they brought warm rain down onto us. It had become clear that we were lost, the perfect place for us to die. Alone and forgotten.

Flying passed the rain, we saw it for the fist time. A rainbow stretched across the sky, far more beautiful then what we had seen in books. It felt like it was calling us, like mother was there telling us to hold on. We had to get closer, we had to touch it with our hooves. Simply looking at it melted away all the pain, made us forget all the bad things. The rainbow became all that mattered...

*Crack*

We screamed, as the pain ripped through our body. We had been shot, we were in the middle of nowhere, and we had been shot. By instinct alone we turned invisible and flew down, saving us from a second shot that would have ended us. We had just seen a real rainbow, we could not die just yet until we had touched it.

Below us was a ship, all alone in the water. So we descended to get closer and see who it was that shot us. The ship grew larger, so very large, and its structure strange. It was not until we were nearly on top of it when we had realized what this ship was, a city. On the highest point was a large flag, depicting the image of a green circle of thorns with a red teardrop in the middle. Hanging just below the flag was a dead pony, a hook through it's back legs was the only thing holding it as it dangled in the wind.

The clean air of the sky was replaced by that of the smell of rotting blood, and rust. The sound of singing and fighting filled our ears, and slow rocking filled up with unease, making us feel sick, so very sick. If we had anything in our stomach, it would not have stayed there long.

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Fallout Equestria: Chumming Waters

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Saint Roseland protect me

Hold your Rifle for all to see

Thundering loudly through Luna's night

Keep me safe till Celestia's light

In noble battle did she fall

Protecting us from evil's thrall

Now she leads us all

keeping us from sinful fall

Saint Roseland protect me

Hold your Rifle for all to see

Thundering loudly through Luna's night

Keep me safe till Celestia's light

In noble battle did she fall

Protecting us from evil's thrall

Now she leads us all

keeping us from sinful fallt

Author's Note

Thanks to everyone who gave this story a look, and at least read the prologue. I'm not the best writer, but if you enjoy this story even a little, that makes me happy.

Now I can't go thanking people without thanking Kkat for making the story Fallout: Equestria the one that started this all.

The Music in this is based off of Wasteland 2 an excellent game, if a bit text heavy, but any fan of the Fallout games and never played this, go play this game!