Fallout Equestria: End of Peace

I found myself face down in the crimson snow.

Wait a second, snow isn't supposed to be red—it's supposed to be white.

Excruciating pain shot through my chest and my right foreleg.

The world grew darker, losing its vibrant hues. Was I on the brink of death?

Sounds of battle echoed all around me. A pony's panicked voice pierced the chaos, shouting, "Raiders!"

Impossible. I must be in the afterlife, for raiders haven't been seen in years since the Lightbringer brought back the sun.

The world blurred, making it increasingly difficult to see.

"Someone, quickly stabilize Rook!" a concerned voice called out, referring to somepony named Rook.

Memories flooded back. I am Rook, a blue unicorn with a matching mane, my cutie mark depicting a spear and shield.

I was being dragged through the frigid white snow by an unidentified pony. my vision is fading, as the darkness encroaches.

I need to keep my mind active.

I know how to stimulate my thoughts. I just need to recall some Equestrian history.

Approximately fifty years ago, the Lightbringer restored the sun, ushering in a new era of peace for Equestria—a period that was short-lived.

Raiders and slavers dwindled from large groups to small tribes. However, a new figure emerged, uniting them under a new banner, heralding an age of raiders once again.

In response, a faction known as the Anti-Raider Alliance (ARA) was formed to rebuild Equestria, with their primary goal being to eradicate raiders for good.

Following the failed raid on the reestablished Ponyville, courtesy of the ARA's military force, the raiders either abandoned their criminal ways or fled north to perish in the Crystal Empire's treacherous weather.

And now, here I am, bleeding out in the snow, at the mercy of raiders, mercenaries, or some other group of criminals.

It's ironic. I always thought I'd meet my demise from overindulging in chili or succumbing to the bitter cold, but not like this.

This is becoming tedious. Perhaps I should drift off to sleep. Yes, a nap sounds rather pleasant.

Then darkness engulfed me as a desperate voice cried out, "Rook, don't you dare die!"