Prologue

There was a storm quickly brewing outside. The usual grey sky was black with coming thunder and lightning and rain. The clouds were looming over a small city of nests hidden in a mountain valley in the Northeastern sector of Equestria. These nests were not like the average bird’s; they were built with care, given walls and a roof to allow a family to peacefully live there.

A male griffon, dark in color and large in stature, opened the door to his home, calling inside, “Rosita, I’m home!” He heard the feminine voice of his mate call him from their room.

“Quick! In here!” Rosita called with urgency in her voice. As the male came, he saw what was happening. Tucked next to Rosita’s even larger form, brushing against her soft tan fur, was an egg. It was gently rocking back and forth. The egg was hatching.
1 “Spire, it’s happening! It’s hatching,” Rosita said with rising glee.

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Minutes later, the storm began. With a crash of lightning, the egg cracked, and with a boom of thunder, a young griffon crawled from the remnants of his egg. He squawked loudly with his first breaths of fresh air. Already waiting for him was his mother’s beak, The hatchling’s first meal was the finest brahmin steak his father could find, already chewed up. The meal put him to sleep soon after.

He had his father’s dark grey feathers with lighter grey fur underneath. They were still all fluff since he had no age yet, but that only made him softer to hold. His parents had not gotten a look at his eyes yet since he had not opened them, but they were amber, like his mother’s.

Spire and Rosita made a warm, protective circle around their child, cuddling with each other. Rosita gave her mate a kiss on his cheek and whispered so as not to wake the baby, “Asher…” Spire looked to her with a confused expression. “We should name him Asher. He… looks like an Asher.”

A few moments of silence passed as Spire processed this, and he nodded. “Asher is perfect.”

“Our little Asher is going to do great things for the Wasteland,” Rosita whispered, really just wanting to say the name again. It made her feel so proud.

Thunder roared outside as Asher stretched his legs, yawned, and kept sleeping. Both parents gave the child a kiss.

Footnote: Game Start

Author's Note

Here we go! Let's get started shall we?