Sgt. Dust Excision, #323 603rd Elite Guard Force, Specialized Medic and Expert Marksmanship in Sidearms.
…Sgt.. Dust.. Ex.. Huh?..

Dust was a soldier, a guard and a fighter in the Great War. Though, being good may not all be that great. As a marksman in sidearms and simpler types of pistols, and a medic, he had a lot on his plate. He had been chosen for an off-hoof task that he wasn't aware of, which resolved in cryogenic experimentation. The Ministry of Magic had something to do with it, but he can't put a hoof on why. All he knows is that… He wasn't wiped out with the rest when the Balefire bombs fell. He can only make out shattered fragments of the landscapes and a few scattered memories, though many of them don't feel correct, or real. He doesn't know why, but he knows one thing for sure. He is Alone. Nopony knows him, or would believe him and his story. This is a new world, and it is an unforgiving one. One that definitely cannot be endured without help.

Sgt. Dust.. Excision…Hm..

This is a first story of mine, and I hope it is a good read for everypony! I've built on this story in my mind and I finally have enough to work with to write a story. FoE is Kkat's creation, so thank her rather than me. I wouldn't be writing this if it wasn't for her creation.