Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria...

When Balefire baptised all of Equestria, life itself was nearly extinguished. As the dust settled, little was left save for shattered ruins and broken hopes, shadowed beneath a cloud-filled sky, the survivors crawling from their shelters to eke out a meager existence amid the remnants of the past.

It was far above the surface that last shreds of Civilization held firm. The pegasus ponies, whose capitol of Cloudsdale was obliterated in the Last Day’s first strike, closed off the sky in grief. Proclaiming the surface lost to it’s fiery fate, they turned their backs on the surface world. Anypony who defied the new Council’s ruling would be branded as an outcast forever, and cast down to the hellscape below to die.

It was here that the greatest minds and strongest warriors the pegasi could produce gathered for their greatest undertaking yet... A great return; a new war nearly two-hundred years after the first.

Even as the dust settled and corpses cooled far below, the pegasi turned back to a culture of war... Just as in the days of old, ponies divided themselves and fell to chaos, distrust, and discord.

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This fic will be a starting point for stories to come, and is also a prequel to a work-in-progress piece entitled 'Fallout Equestria: Finding Harmony' by RedSquirell456 (the author of My Little Metro and Whisper Sun, Silent Moonamong others) that will feature some familiar faces.