Fallout: Equestria Swift Tale

Prologue

"Unlike it matters...no one cares about my past."

I'm not sure why I'm talking into this box computer arm thing I found, It's not like any pony is going to listen to this or care to listen to what I'm ranting about. Maybe it will comfort me when I'm dying alone or at least let some travelers have something to listen to as they walk a long road to where ever there walking too. Well if that is the case I thank you for listening to the ramblings of Swift McGlides traveler or my cause of death whatever comes first. So I guess I should talk about my early life as a foal. At a time before the war a much different time and how I surprised my parents (Who were both pegasi mind you) to the fact that of all odds I was born a unicorn...I was a small white fluffy unicorn with a dark black mane with a wave at the end with two cute green eyes.

At first, it was my destiny to be a great flyer like my parents before me. My father had taken the liberty after he found out I was a boy to naming me Swift McGlides after his great-grandfather (Who had won lots of racing medals back in his day). So when the day that should have been that happiest day of their lives turned sour. As my mother had a difficult pregnancy as my horn was ripping against the walls of her womb and all most drowned in a pool of blood. (It was not fun for anyone of us) So when they saw my horn they also checked for what was going to be my wings...

Instead, they saw little baby stubs where my wings were going to be if I had them. My parents started to freak out as they saw me. Dad started asking mom is the baby was theirs and mom started asking dad if there were any genes that could cause this. The doctor said it was a birth defect that causes my wings not to fully develop and to all insult to injury I was a unicorn and I could never glide nor swiftly glide through the air like my parents wanted to so...as well as I couldn't stand on clouds and my parents would have to carry me everywhere. They wanted to send me to an orphanage as no Pegasus wanted a child with a birth defect or a unicorn child. The doctor also said that there was once another case similar to this when the parents were both earth ponies and they had twins one with a horn and the other as a pegasus.( I think they had something to do with cake but I can't remember).

So that's how I the unicorn got a Pegasus name...it's not that bad...it's better than something with sparkle pants or other names that make it sound like all unicorns are female. I was lucky that I at least that my parents decided to move to ponyville so I could roam with the ground walking ponies. The house was more of a small two bedroom, one bathroom and a living room that connected to the kitchen. (It was better than the hotel room we had to stay in as we were moving).

So I grew up in ponyville with the rest of the ponies in that small town. I didn't really get along with the other kids and they bullied me because of my lack of wings. (By then I called the things number one and number two). And I would just be with my parents most of the time. They tried to hide them with a large cloak and I felt much more confident in my self that I could go outside and enjoy Celestia's amazing daylight and sometimes I would climb out on the roof to watch Luna raise the moon. As soon as I was older about 6 years old I was interested in what this magical bone that was growing out of my head could do. I could see the other unicorns levitating stuff like teacups to their mouths to sip it and some unicorns could to other stuff. (To a 6-year-old seeing magic being used for everyday activities was amazing). So one day I decided today was the day that I lift something off the ground with my mind and horn. I looked around for something to lift and I spotted a strange looking vase and that was to me the perfect test subject for me to lift.

I aimed my horn at it and shut my eyes and concentrated with all my might as I felt the magical energy flow through my small body. I heard a familiar sparkling sound of magic that I heard from the other unicorns and one moment I was doing something (I couldn't see) and the next moment I heard a crash of the strange looking vase as some strange powder tickled my nose. I opened my eyes to see a scorch mark on the wall and a broken vase with the powder dumping out off of the shelf. I didn't know what to do it didn't look like I lifted up the vase...but instead, I vaporized it.

Being the curious pony I was I licked the powder. It tasted funny...like it was burnt. As I turned my head I could see my parent's horrified faces in the doorway. My mother started to cry and my father was lost for words. (Turns out I was licking her mother's ashes that were in the strange vase). And the rest of the day was blurry I started to pass out as I have used so much of my magic and strength to not only make the scorch mark and vaporized the vase. The next day I woke up in a hospital and I had lots of eyes looking at me. My father, mother, and some doctors. In my mother's hoof, I could see a letter for a magic school for gifted youngsters. They were going to send me away to this school and I don't blame them. (after all, I didn't want to kill them by mistake.) So they packed my bags and said my goodbyes as they dropped me at the front of the magic school.(It was a college) It was in Canterlot the home of the princesses and I stayed there to learn as much magic as I could. I felt if I couldn't fly I could at least make my parents proud with my magic talent...or I thought it was.

My would keep in touch with my parents as I would send them letters magically and they would write me back and give them to the mail mare (That I hoped I would meet again if I could.) She did have trouble finding my room and sometimes hit the door on her way out. Maybe it had something to do with her eyes or something.

After 10 years of learning different magic spells from a simple healing spell (learned it after I fell down the stairs and broke my leg and was sent to the hospital again so I spent the time healing to learn to heal my self and others.) And a shield spell. (I felt that it would be a good spell to learn to block any attacks or other things) I never needed to learn an attack spell (But I would later know one by heart) I was still a "blank flank" normally a pony would find their cutie mark at a young age but for me...it never showed. So not only did I have thing one and two but my flank was void of any mark. So back to the old cloak as I was kind of embarrassed. So as I got older I did manage to find someone I liked a cute mare by the name of Sarah Flame Heart. (The mare I would soon fancy and would soon to be my mare-friend) The cutest mare I have met. Her purple mane and her blue eyes to her soft grayish white fur. (or hair I'm still having trouble with that). And her cutie mark of a heart on fire (I guess that's why her nickname was heartburn). How we met was a classic love story when stallion meets mare that whole thing but what really brought us together was one day...

So as a project I was told to write a 5 front and back report about the history of an important figure of pony kind and dressing up was optional so me wanting to be a good student I chose to dress up. I choose Princesses Celestia as I was the easiest to pull off. So I looked for a potion recipe to grow out my hair and I dyed it like hers as well as build my own crown and neckless. (For some reason I wanted to be a princess after all maybe I was suppose to be an alicorn but that was a long time ago and I yes...for a project I did dress up as Princess Celestia.) As I was writing my report I would be painting her cutie mark on my flank. As I was building my own pair of wings I would be editing it. Then when the time came to read my report and show off my costume. I was a perfect copy of the princess of the sun. All my features matched her and I walked into the class with my report and turned to the class and I was shocked...

The princesses were in the classroom as well as my parents...
(The school was very interested in my project that they sent word to the princess and my parents).

To make matters worse the class started laughing at me and this one unicorn. (Who was an asshole started cracking jokes and started calling me Swiftlestia that would be my code name.) I felt embarrassed, no one else was dressed up and to make matters worse they were laughing at me...not with me. Then an idea came to my mind. I WAS the princess at least in there so I decided to improvise. I jumped up on his desk and with a voice, I never knew I had I yelled him her voice.

"If I was the real princess I would have the guards send you to the Canterlot dungeon for disrespecting me!"

I yelled at him. Everypony was surprised. And they shut up so I could do my report. When I said guards and dungeon the two from outside came in all confused. (I forgot about what I wrote but it was a great grade). The princesses enjoyed it and Celestia invited me for tea after it was over. My parents were impressed that their hard earned bits were being put to good use. After that was over Sarah found me and pulled me to her room. She had a scene of humor and loved the fact that had the guts to dress up as a princess in front of the class, Tell the ponies in class to shut up and make the princesses smile.

The next morning we were cuddling together after a night of romance.

So that some of my happy memories...well...I would like to take a minute so just sit right there and tell you about...wartime.

War broke out on my 20th birthday and last I checked I was 24 when I was unfrozen. The same day I was also graduating from the school and a law was passed that all abled ponies that could would a firearm and could help in the war effort was forced into fighting in this war. I was part of this Unit with Sarah. No matter how many days past of fighting and death. Our love was stronger than the weapons that wounded us. We kissed before every battle. I would fire two 9mm submachine guns (I called them the twins) and Sarah would wear a fireproof jumpsuit and use a flamer mounded on her battle saddle and she would run at the enemy and burn them alive. That was her favorite thing to do. She was insane but she was my pyro-lady-aic and was not like other girls. And that is what they both liked about each other. We both had our problems and together. Sarah with fire and Swift with his blank flank stubs. (They were bigger and started to give me back problems so health potions and some drug I didn't unknown was a must)

Everything was perfect with the two of us together...but there is one day that haunts me forever...

We were fighting the zebra scum (I don't care anymore.) and I saw her burning them to death as I was shooting the twins I looked at her and winked and she winked through her gas mask and continued to melt the flesh off the zebra's bones as their blood boils. It was around midnight and it was going to be a thunderstorm as she was on a roll...But then there was the shot of a sniper rifle as it hit her flamer causing it to explode in her magic aura and she was thrown back. I saw that and I radioed my team that heartburn was down and I ran over to her...But another shot from the rifle and this time I saw the sniper and I looked back and was blown away as the second flamer exploded. As I was blasted back I heard the scream of my lover burning to death. (she was blown up and burning to death from the inside.) I was wounded but I didn't care. I saw her burning and...and...I snapped. I screamed a un-pony scream out loud as the rain started and the sky turned gray. I shut my eyes and aimed my horn down the battlefield and with all my might and rage I vaporized a whole row of zebras ( 6 zebras and 3 ponies). In my mind, it only had one task...

Kill them all...

And my first target that mother fucker that shot my lover. I knew where he was at and I just ran at him. I was going to pass out from my fatigue after using my magic but I didn't care (something was driving me to go on). I was getting shot at and I was bleeding from my wounds but my eyes were on this one zebra. He tried to run but I was faster and I stabbed him with my horn and lifted him up into the air. He was still moving and I pushed him deeper. I felt his blood drip down my horn onto my face as I said to him in a deep and angry tone.

"When I see you in hell...I can promise ...PAIN WITHOUT END!"

I pushed him fully on my horn and I fully killing him as the rest of the zebras fled as they saw me like I was a bad omen and then I passed out... I could tell you how I wanted to kill my self to end it all. But I can't remember it right now. So I guess that is a story for another day.

The rest of my memories are blurry because I just woke up from a long nap after...Well, I can talk about my self later...Right now...I ate some pony...I just tried to kill my self...I want to leave the stable...End recording.