Fallout: Equestria: Counting Stars

             Fallout: Equestria: Counting Stars.

"I could get rid of all these clouds in ten seconds flat!" -Rainbow Dash, Ministry of Awesome

"Yo, GW? You done with that recorder thingy?"

"Yeah i just finished, wh-"

"Your girl is up on the top deck. Go see her. I want my spot with this shit."

"Alright, it's already on though. Where again?"

"Top deck. Poop deck. Whatever, just leave."

"Alright, he's gone. Ahem."

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Light.

Light kills all, sustains all. All living things crave light. From the smallest speck of diatomic fungi, all the way up to the largest buffalo of the western plains, light brings life, sustenance.

But light is also terrible.

However many benefits Light can bring to us, nothing as great and as powerful as Light comes without a price. Light sticks its nosy tendrils of white luminescence into all the dark places it finds, grabbing the darkness and kicking it out to the Stars know where. Light intrudes. Light is nosy.

Light burns. It scorches. Even as it sustains the green plants, it also shrivels them up and kills them, mutilates them. Corrupts them into mere, weeping shadows of their former selves, all as it keeps up the charade of happiness and luck that ponies seem to associate with it.

Shadows, however, protect. They providing shade from the ever-present Light. Shadows hide and conceal us from the angers of the world when necessary. As terrible as the world can be, Shadows give respite from it, while Light simply pushes us back into the cruelty of reality. Light, because of this, overcomes Shadow.

I prefer Shadow.

My name is Lanthe of Glyphmark. Chances are, you haven't heard of me. Some of my recent acts have been slightly... less than heroic. My name has probably been wiped out from every archive in Equestria. But no matter how gruesome and wretched I may have become through the course of my numerous travels, no matter how many horrible acts I may commit as a result of my quest for legacy, one thing helps me to endure, even as the Stars themselves somehow manage to conspire against me and my companions as we speak.

I. Will. Be. Remembered.

I have no fear of Death, or even of the oppression of my people. My only fear, by now, is the fact that I will most likely face the fate of all the other ponies and zebras that have trod the same path before me. That I will crumble to dust, unloved, a mere footnote in the history books, if even that.

Yet, I still must keep to the Shadows, for if I do not, they will find me. They will erase me, bludgeon me off the face of Equestria until no memories of me are left in but thier own wretched minds. Thee Stars are relentless.

How, you ask, did I manage to get some of the most powerful forces in the known universe out for my head?

I will tell you the story of how I got here, up until this point, as I hide like a coward in these Shadows that have come to be my best friends. But for now, I must keep to them, for the safety of myself and that of my beloved companions, my only reason to live other than to carve my legacy.

For now, my children. For now.