War…war never changes.

At least, that's what they always seem to say, whenever telling the stories of the wasteland, and it is the truth...for the most part. For while the weapons may change, the reasons may change, or the way war itself is waged changes, war itself never truly changes. It didn't change thousand of years ago when the griffons waged war against Equestria, or when the zebra's did the same during the Great War, and it certainly hasn't changed with the wars that periodically happen all across the great Equestrian Wasteland.

No, the truth of it is war never changes, but ponies, ponies always change.

Now in most of the stories back out west, our story would start with a stable dweller, or it would start with a descendant of a stable dweller, following them as they explore the wastes with eyes innocent to the horrors it held. But this tale of the wasteland, the heroes of our story are not stable dwellers, at least not all of them. Instead, they are two ponies brought together by the hooves of fate, though some may just call that happenstance.

One was an experiment bred within the labs of the last of the equestrian flying fortresses, a dream of the Enclave which only wished to exist as a free being and liver her own life. The other is a surface born thestral from the Marejave wasteland, a stallion who is running from his past, and from the demons which have cost him so much in his long life.

This is a tale of how these two ponies help reshape part of the wasteland, and help set in motion events that would help to restore what was once lost in the last days of the great war. For while Equestria may have been torn apart by fire and death; the lessons of friendship…or rather, the magic of friendship never truly dies, as long as there are those.....who believe in it.

Author's Note

And so it begins.