The Lone Wanderer; Equestrian Tales.
Author's Note
This passage is in no way ment to be offensive, as I am not a really religious person. I do go to church, but any offense is purely unintended. This was written because it seemed appropriate, and was not meant to be offensive. If anyone has a problem with this chapter, please skip it and go to the start of the story.
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Prolouge
God sobbed, his tears washing over the desolate wasteland that was once his greatest treasure, his greatest creations reduced to nothing more than scraps, dwindling even further as they refused to stop killing each other. He cried, as those made in His image descended further into Satan's domain, and plunged the entire world into chaos. He wept as the Chinese decided to destroy his treasure, for they had decided that none should live if they could not have the world.
200 years later, God looked upon what had been His greatest treasure. He stared almost lifelessly as greed, selfishness, cruelty, and ruthlessness ruled what had once been a beautiful planet. His word had been forgotten, as most of the Bibles had been destroyed when the bombs went off. He stared for a long time, but He saw nothing. As he started to look away, he heard something. "...Bible. 'I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely. Revelations 21:6.' It was your mothers favorite verse. Hold this verse close to your heart, and she will never truly be gone."
Someone still knew of His word! He focused upon where He heard that. God saw an infant staring at her father, trying to understand what he was saying, one who He saw as the future of His world. God watched, as she grew from infant, to child, to young adult. He watched as she was chased out of her home, and was thrust into combat. He watched all of her choices, both good and bad, as she began her journey. He watched her struggle, trying to stay on the side of the values that she had been taught, of justice, and succeed most of the time. He watched as she saved the infant deathclaw, and it begin to follow this soul. He watched as her soul tore itself apart, conflicting ideals causing her to make many choices, both good and bad. This tortured, lost, yet noble soul traveled through the wasteland, actually redeeming many.
He watched as she saved the slaves, and her father. He watched her go to her fathers project, and watch him die. He watched as her love for her father fuel her hatred to those who had killed him, as she tore through any in her way. He watched as she freed the one known as Fawkes, as she had her vengeance on those who had killed her father, and as she saved the lost dog from dying alone. He watched as wherever she went, she brought new life, new hope, to the wasteland, and watched as she was faced with the noblest of virtues, Honor, selflessness, courage. He watched as the failed creations took her, and how she won the fight. He watched, and waited.
He Watched as she went back to her project, and took it back. He watched as she was faced with that greatest of virtues, Sacrifice. God watched, proudly, as the Lone Wanderer fearlessly step into the chamber, with those she saved refusing to let her do this alone. He watched as she followed in her fathers footsteps, and felt now was the time to act, for someone who had done as she had, had saved what was left of His creations, she should be rewarded. As the life faded from her body, He acted, by searching for a world free of this conflict, where she and hers, could live in peace. He took her to the one place where He knew she wouldn't have to fight, where if conflict did arise, she would no longer have to fight alone.
And so it was that the Lone Wanderer ventured forth from Vault 101 intent on discovering the fate of a father who had once sacrificed the future of humanity for that of his only child. The Capital Wasteland proved a cruel inhospitable place, but the Lone Wanderer refused to surrender to the vices that had claimed so many others. The values passed on from father to child – selflessness, compassion, honor – guided this noble soul through countless trials and triumphs.
But it was not until the end of this long road that the Lone Wanderer learned the true meaning of that greatest of virtues – sacrifice. Stepping into the irradiated control chamber of Project Purity, the child followed the example of the father sacrificing life itself for the greater good of mankind Thankfully, when selected by the sinister president to be his instrument of annihilation, the Wanderer refused. Humanity with all its flaws was deemed worthy of preservation. The waters of life flowed at last – free and pure, for any and all. The Capital Wasteland at long last was saved.
So ends the story of the Lone Wanderer, who stepped through the great door of Vault 101 and into the annals of legend. But the tale of humanity will never come to a close, for the struggle of survival is a war without end, and war – war never changes.
The Lone Wanderer; Equestrian Tales.
Goodbye Wasteland, hello...PONIES?
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
