Fallout: Equestria - Last Legacy

Prologue: Blind Beginnings

What are you prepared to sacrifice?

A friend of mine once asked me that question.  And now I'm asking you.

I used to think that the memories of the dead were preserved in the living.  But that simply isn't true anymore.  The memories of the dead stay with the dead.  But that doesn't make them any less real, doesn't mean they don't still have an impact.  But trust me when I tell you that the cycle of heroes and villains has long come and gone.  Ponies are just ponies; always have been.  We're all united by the choice to make our mark on the world, in one way or another.

Is that what you were trying to teach me, Littlepip?

If you are to understand my current situation, and how I got here, you need to start at the beginning.  Before the war... before I lost so much of myself.  It all began in a little town, with little ponies, doing their little, everyday things with their little, everyday lives.  It is here that I choose to begin my story, and it is here that you must choose whether to listen.  The events that have transpired are my lineage, my mark on the world... my legacy.

But first, I should tell you a thing or two about friendship.

Well, it's a nifty little idea, to be sure.  It's got its ups and downs, and it packs a bigger wallop than a shotgun when it backfires.  It's flexible, too.  Comes in all shapes and sizes.  Some friendships are loose and detached, while others are as closely knit as kevlar.  Some may be a bit of both, and some are neither.  Friendship can be dysfunctional, it can be distrusting and even cruel, but above all else, it keeps the world together.  Even when it doesn't seem possible, it can still pull through so long as everybody involved is willing to work it out.  Friends find a way, even if there isn't one.  I'm sure you already know that though.

But what is friendship in the face of the "right" choice?  What if it's more than that?  What if it comes down to you or them?  What happens when you're faced between choosing the pony you love and a stranger who wants you dead?  Are you a monster for choosing the latter?  A saint for the former?  Some of us are monsters.

Some of us chose the stranger.

You see, it all comes down to one simple question.  What are you prepared to sacrifice?

My name is Everdawn.  I'm a survivor of the Equestrian Wasteland.  Pleased to meet you.  This is my legacy.