Game of Circumstances

Games of circumstances

Prologue

It happened a beautiful day of summer in Equestria.

Sun shined, birds sang, foals played, grown-up attended to their affairs… In short, life followed its course peacefully. Not any clouds in the beautiful blue sky.

And then, all stopped. The birds flew away, the foals stopped playing and everypony frowned when they heard this noise, this loud, overwhelming, end-of-the-world like noise of thunder. And then they all ran for their lives as the wall of fire, smoke, flames and magic came to devour them all. Only the luckiest survived this hellish blaze, later called the ‘Last Breath’. And the earth quaked, the volcanos erupted, and horrible illnesses stroke the survivors.

The Equestria’s neighbors gathered their best magicians to create a magical shield that locked the survivors in the now destroyed land that’ll be called later the ‘Wasteland’, or the ‘Ash Desert’. But very soon, they discovered that without the Alicorns princesses to raise the Sun, the Moon and the Stars, the world was going to be only surmounted by a black and empty sky forever.

Fifty years later, the world was still plunged in the dark. With the magical residues, the surviving species like parasprites or bears mutated. The survivors were divided in factions everywhere in Equestria, and pillagers, slavers, mutants and Discord’s cultists were also here to make life crappier, if it was possible.

As incredible as it can be, my story begin here, fifty years after the Last Breath, in the middle of the ruins of Canterlot. I was nineteen, but it was already five years that I used to live alone in ruins, since my parents were killed by some pillagers. If you’d met me just then, you would have seen a young earth pony stallion with a filthy orange fur and a blond mane never cut and washed before wandering in the ruins with a 44 pistol in his bag.

My name’s Callixus, but you can call me Cal. Don’t know why, but everypony’s always called me like that.