Canceled for good: making new fic

The dust formed in sheets across the Unicorn's hooded robes. Her face was masked, sheilding her throat from the biting dryness The wind blew against her, and her eyes began to bring a stinging pain, dry as they were. She could barley make out a small shed to her left, off the path that she had been following for the entire day (she could only guess at to how long she was travelling, but figured it was around 5 hours.) Se was close enough to the building to make out some details; Small shack, but it appeared to have held up well to the wastland. She circled around to the door, and - with great force - managed to open it. Inside, she found one candle and lit it, the orange glow casting light across the broad walls. looked arounf at her surroundings. A mattress on the floor. A few boxes, empty. A chest, but unless it was unlocked, she couldnt get into it. She took her map out from a pouch slung across her back and gazed across it, her eyes darting from one side to the other, finally resting on one focused point. The candle was running out of wick, and the tired unicorn snuffed it out and walked over to the mattress, eager for some rest.

She woke up, the wind making the entire shed creak with agony. She hardly had time to open her eyes when she heard footsteps outside. Pony? Or Necromane? She couldn't tell, the sound of hoofs was almost drowned out by the wind and creaking of the unstable wooden structure she had taken refuge in. The hoofs were circling the building: of that she was sure. And she also knew that if... whatever it was, managed to get to the door there was a good chance it was either a Necromane, a bandit, or by some miracle, a traveller. Keeping an eye on the door while he rears traced the hoofsteps around... almost directy towards the door. She could her it trying to open the door, for what felt like ten minutes, then silence. Moments passed, and the door was kicked in, and flew to the opposite wall, givng whatever it was from the outside instant access to the unicorn and her spoils. She kept low, and watched as a hulking figure entered the shed. The first hoof in gave the unicorn a shock, a few holes in it and it appeared to have been eaten away. But she knew better, she recognized the hoof of a changeling  from ten miles away. But this time, it was a mere ten feet. The changelings have been growing to cope with life in the harsh world, but those that are left behind soon become the skeletons you'd find when you wander around the wasted plains. Each step it took gave a thud, and clattered the armor it wore. It looked around, it's aqua eyes  not seeing anything of use to it, it walked out to the plains. The unicorn got up, slowly and quietly, and held herself close against the wall.She could hear the armor clanking with every step it took... *clank*...*clank*...*clank*..... silence. Then a grunting, some beast was all she could tell from the sound. She took the smallest of peeks out of the doorway, and saw the changeling, lying on it's side. But that wasn't what  got her attention. It was the Necromane, ripping chunks of the matte-grey flesh through even the armor that was being worn seconds ago. A Necromane is a hairless beast that was forged from the bodies of dead ponies and the sould of dead changelings. The mouth was stitched into a wide grin, and the eyelids were stitched open, giving it a phycotic gaze. Chunks of meat flew from the body of the changeling, and with each bite, the Necromane's face became more and more soaked in blood. After a few more minutes, the Necromane had satisfied it's hunger, and set off into the plains, hunting for new prey. The unicorn watched the changeling, it had probbly bled to death while being eaten, but she tried not to focus on the gritty details. She walked over to him, and opened his packs, hoping for something useful. She'd take just about anything she could get, but there were the things she would always hope for. A book, some candles, any form of food, and so on. 'Let's see what we caught today.' she thought to herself, and empties the pack onto the cold, dead earth. A can of apple cider. Some sketches. A small book, written in Gryphonix. SHe could easily read it, but decided to save it until those long nights. But for now, she took out her map, and found her way back to the path she had been following for the days earlier. 'Just a few more days.' she thought to herself, and she picked up the pace, eager to reach her destination.

~-Wicar, three days later-~

The hooded unicorn approached the gates of the city, one of three still standing after the Changelings decimated Equestria entirely. "Greetings, traveller. Im going to have to ask you to put your hood down so we can make sure you aren't a changeling." said one of the guards, masked and armored. The unicorn complied, and put her hood down to reveal a smooth violet coat, with a deep purple mane, with a single lighter purple stripe slightly off center. The guard checked her off, and opened the gates for her. She looked around, paticularly on the roofs of the buildings that have been patched up a bit to make them more liveable. Finally, her eyes rested on a pegasus who stood on the roof. She gave a nod, and flew down to a building on the greound level, and motioned for her to follow in. She made her way through the crowds, and closed the door behind her. The cyan pegasus looked at her, and took off her gas mask, which rustled her rainbow mane, and revealed a scarred, mauled face from years in the plains. Rainbow walked up to twilight and gave her a hug, and started crying softly. "Twilight, I... I thought you were gone." she said, trying to hold back the tears. "No, im here. But, where are the others?" Twilight asked, sitting Dash down in a chair . "Well, we're all in town. Except Fluttershy." she said, sinking her head. She shut ehr eyes, still forcing the tears back. "Where did she go?" Twilight asked, patting Dashie's back gently. She didn't get a chance to answer. "She went off to research them beasts you see over yonder." said a cowgirl's voice, from te doorway. Twilight looked up, and there were her freinds, wearing smiles and happy to see her. But, in 20 years, they had all changed in their own way. Pinkie Pie's hair is going flat, and she hasnt thrown a party in over a year. Rrity has started wearing common clothes, not caring about the accesories. Applejack is stronger than ever, making a solid living growing and harvesting the cities crops. They all exchanged hugs and a few words, when a knock came at the door. Before anypony could get to open it, it swung open, and three armed guards barged into the small house. Two of them had shoulder-mounted rifles, and they were loaded and aimed into the 5 confused ponies, "By order of our great princess Luna, you are hereby ordered into the Royal Courtyard, but we cannot disclose the reasons for this." one of the guards explained. "But... we were all told that Luna dissapeared at the seige of the Polaris command facility, sucked into the void." Twilight told them, confusion reigning supreme. "Well, you were told wrong. Now, move out. You all still have your special gear, it was preserved for all this time." he told them, walking them out and up the broad cobblestone roads and past the bustling market stalls of ng in the soulless condition of the plains.