There are many mysteries in the Wasteland. Some ponies speak of large snakes traveling through the jungle, others tell of long lost civilizations preserved from the old world. So many myths and stories it is sometimes hard to tell the truth from the myth.

One such myth is of the Stella Royale, a pre-war resort and casino built to be a shining light in the darkness of wartime Equestria. Ponies from all over were to be invited to the Casino's opening gala. Everypony who was anypony was going to be there. Or, so it was said by the Ghouls. These days some say that it survived preserved, a shining jewel in the Wasteland.

But like so many things in this world, the reality does not live up to the myth. As a Zebra Viatorem is about to find out, the Royale is nothing like what they say it is. The secrets of the Royale are yet to be uncovered. But, can she survive it?

A short fic set in my Fallout: Equestria universe that is loosely based on the Dead Money DLC from Fallout: New Vegas. Expect it to only be a few chapters long.