She had done it, Project Purity was a success. The Wasteland was saved. She was going to be reunited wih her father and mother. She smiled, and welcomed death, as she was tired. Tired of the Wasteland, tired of the endless demands thrust upon her, tired of killing, tired of life. The Lone Wanderer closed her eyes and laughed, as she felt her body shut down, ready to be with her parents, and finally meet her mother. As her life faded, she felt something, like a higher being approved of her actions, and felt like the weight of all she had done had been lifted, leaving her feeling as unburdened as she had felt when growing up in the vault. As her eyes closed for what she felt was the last time, she thought she heard a voice, telling her to rest, and that she would be rewarded for her actions. As she pondered that, she felt everything go dark. The Lone Wanderer felt at peace as she died.

Celestia sighed, looking around at the castle she had once called home. It had been nearly a millennium since she had banished her sister, yet the pain was as fresh as it had felt the day her sister had surrendered herself to the wickedness that had consumed her. She took a sip from the bottle of wine she had brought with her, the liquid painkiller going down her throat, but not soothing the pain she felt within her heart. This had become a nearly bi-monthly tradition with her, simply teleporting to the castle during her free time, and just sitting there, reminiscing of times long forgotten by nearly all but her. History had warped her sister from a lonely pony trying to find the same affection as her big sister, into a heartless, cruel monster who would devour their souls. She felt tears trailing down her eyes, giving light sobs, as she remembered that day. For her, it was a day of mourning, yet for her subjects it was a day where she had triumphed over a monster.

She longed for a companion, someone who didn't see the crown, someone who wasn't trying to further their own agenda. She longed for somepony to see Celestia, the mare who was broken, yet tried to stay strong for her ponies. She longed for somepony who would question her decisions and insult her if they felt she was wrong, not for somepony who blindly followed orders and feared the very ground she walked upon. These were the thoughts going through for her head when she felt something in the castle with her. The mare stood up and sent out a 'sonar' wave of magic, startled when she felt it come back before it had even left the room. She turned around, and beheld a unconscious pony about ten feet from her.

Her instincts went into helping mode as she started towards the pony, only to be halted by two different sets of growls. Celestia took a closer look, and noticed a large dog standing protectively in from of the pony, it's black and gray fur disguising it until the last second, it's hackles raised and teeth bared. The second creature was more confusing. It was clearly very young, as evidenced by its body still having the soft features of youth. It was bipedal, with leathery gray-brown skin, short stubs on its back and head. The back paws reminded her of a dragon, while its face looked almost like a cross between a ape and iguana. The front paws gave her a start, for what possible reason could a creature so young need such large claws?

The two creatures stood in front of the pony, which must have been their master, and growled. Celestia tried to make herself look as non-threatening as possible, as she didn't want to get attacked when she was trying to help. The dogs growling lessened, but she could tell it was still wary. The other creature refused to back down. "I just want to help." Celestia whispered, trying to convince them to let her by. It seemed to work, as both dog and creature stopped growling and slowly stepped aside, keeping within striking distance as she stepped up to the pony.

The first thing she noticed about the pony was how young she seemed, 21 at the very oldest. The second thing she noticed was her armor. It was metal, and that was all that she could tell about it. The helmet had fallen off and was a few feet away, it's faded white, green, and gray paint standing out against the nearly black floor. As she looked closer at the pony, she began to notice even more about her.

The pony before her was a thestral, a breed of pony that disappeared after the Nightmare moon fiasco. She was larger than the average pony (Luna adult size) and was very muscled. Her coat color was unidentifiable, accumulated dust, grime, and what looked suspiciously like blood turning it into a mottled gray-brown, and had places where it was darker, like it had piled up there. Her mane was in a better state, a dark red streaked almost purple strands. Two short fangs poked out from under her top lip, but inside that slightly opened mouth, Celestia could see a shorter match on the bottom jaw.

But what really stood out where the scars. Countless scars zigzagged across what she could see of the pony, some deep, some long, some short, but all noticeable and impossible to ignore once noticed. The wings were tattered, so frayed and full of holes that Celestia almost feared that she would never fly, if it weren't for those wings matching her own mighty wingspan. A curious looking gauntlet was attached to her left foreleg, clicking incessantly as her magic swept across it. Celestia was just about finished with her examination when she reached the pair of mismatched eyes, one reddish and the other an almost yellow color when she realized that the pony was awake and staring directly at her with the expression of a cornered predator.

Author's Note

Creatures; baby legendary deathclaw

Dogmeat

Armor; T-51b armor off of Anchorage dlc.

Weapons; Gauss rifle, Lincons repeater, combat shotgun, Deathclaw gauntlet, Fat Man, Flamer