For those of you who have read Project Horizons, I'm sure the mechanics of Balefire eggs intrigued us all. For those of you who haven't, I'll explain briefly.

The balefire egg is an alchemically created megaspell, the point of which is large scale destruction. The most interesting part of it is what the spell that has been enhanced is. It's actually teleportation. The balefire bombs warp a large radius of land around them to another dimension, simultaneously moving the stuff from that dimension to this one. For the sake of simplicity, we'll call this dimension Necronia. Balefire is merely the atmosphere of the other dimension. Think of it as a flaming, necromantically charged ozone layer. After the bomb goes off, it swiftly swaps the city it targeted with the same amount of space in Necronia, swapping its incredibly destructive atmosphere with the city in question.

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Now, what if someone were to sabotage the missiles before they were launched? What if, against all odds, somepony felt like this level of destruction was wrong, and reset the teleportation parameters to somewhere, anywhere else? What if, instead of being annihilated, the cities hit by balefire were transported elsewhere, to a new world lacking such sophisticated destructive energies?

Welcome to the Luna Logs

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(Yet another sidenote: If you have a character you would want to see in here, I don't mind adding OCs! Feel free to send me a description of a character you want to submit through a PM. Be sure to be thorough with your description, so that I know what they look like, their talents, and how they behave. I might modify them a bit to make them fit in the story a little better, but I'll generally discuss it with the owner of the OC beforehand. You aren't allowed to get mad if I do something wrong though, since I don't want to accidentally call down a hoard of haters on my head! XD)

A gryphon has a negotiation with some bandits about the keeping of their captives.

Midnight has always been seen by her soldiers as a fair and just leader, but she rarely gets a chance to talk to the new recruits one on one. One night she leaves her quarters and meets up with a young Private, who reminds her of why the NCR is fighting in the first place.

Takes place prior to the events of Fallout Equestria: Wasteland Jewel.

Cover image was made by IAmArtsDesire, credit goes to her.

Fallout Equestria is full of stories from Heroes and Villains.

In this story two soldiers from Equestria wake up 150 years later to a world they once called home, although the world had changed they're mission had not which is to save what's left of their country.

New Vanhoover was never a big place or a big deal. It's just a small town in the Southeast area of Vanhoover with only a hand full of settlers. But each one has their own quirks, personalities, favorite type of beverage (mostly), and they come from all walks of life. Some are big and some are small. Some are cheery and some are grumpy. It's a melting pot of races and individuals making a living in this small Wasteland town. And each one has their own story to tell.

A collection of short stories that take a look into the lives of the residents of New Vanhoover.

CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN
The Northern wastes, a place once believed to be completely void of life aside from ghouls in what used to be the Crystal Empire and the frost Mirelurks who live in the frigid waters of the frozen sea. So it might come to a surprise to learn there is a Stable located here, very few knew of it’s existence until the Outcast and the Forgotten Knights made themselves known to the Equestrian wasteland.

Before that, the Stable laid there buried under the snow with only two living inhabitants both in cryogenic sleep. These two are about to play a major role in the future of the ponies in the Equestrian wastesland.

PART ONE of my Eternal series of stories

This story is in dire need of an editor so if you're interested send me a message okay.

Removed the Fallout Equestria in the Title since this story has little to do with the original so sorry in advance

set 200 years after the Day of Sunshine and Rainbows

A short little one-shot, explaining the importance of words in the Wasteland. Sometimes, they're more important than anything else.

Disclaimer: There's been no proof-reading and no editing to this. It's all off the cuff.

The northern wastelands, for 200 years covered in eternal frost after the megaspell holocaust. Life here is hard and crude. This thin line between Equestria and Crystal Empire has become a warzone between three powers: the Grand Pegasus Enclave, the Caribou Dominion, and a small contingent of the Steel Rangers.
Crossfire, a young member of the last faction, survived the attack of the pegsi as well as the other Ranger. Fearing of the punishment for "desertion", he and his new friend Magenta wander on the northern wasteland in search of the misterious "Snow Spectre", hid under the white shroud of the snow and ice.

NOTE: This is still "Legends of Transylvania." You're not crazy, the story has been renamed. I just liked the original name more, so I deleted the old story and kept the name for the official story moving forward.

Stories are passed down generation after generation. Over time the tales become mixed and confused, sometimes forgotten. History gets intertwined with legend and turned into simple mare's-tales spoken to young ones at night. Details may be forgotten - however, the weight of which they warn is not.

Stable 17 was built in secret within the region of Transylvania in northwestern Equestria, safely situated between the base of Smokey Mountain and Vanhoover. The one and only Stable of its kind, it was built to protect the native thestral ponies who resided in the area in the event of a catastrophic war. These ponies -- commonly known as 'bat ponies' by the other races of Equestria -- sported fangs and leathery wings. They were secluded and otherwise shunned by their neighboring ponies, but under the reign of Princess Luna, a brief chance was given to preserve their future.

Transylvania, with its economy driven mainly by farming, saw little to no action in the war and was blissfully spared by the balefire that consumed Equestria. Though no bomb fell in the region, the destructive magical radiation from the bombings still seeped across the mountains. The thestrals of Transylvania holed themselves within their protective ring of mountains, never daring to explore the wastes that lay beyond.

Midnight Wind, at least that's what they call me. I grew up within the confines of Stable 17 where I was certain I would live peacefully and die peacefully, all alone as an outcast among my people. See, I was born among my thestral kind but for some reason or another, I popped out of the womb as half a pegasus. Maybe it was genetics, maybe it was destiny, all it did was make my life miserable.

Things got worse when the Overmare learned that I was elected to take her position, she wasn't too happy. I was forced out of the stable, finding myself stuck out in the open world of the Transylvanian wasteland. I had no supplies, no friends, and no knowledge of the new world before me. With a grievous wound received upon my escape, my life was sure to end quickly.

Well, my life would have ended if it wasn't for another pony who was kicked out with me; none other than Scarlet Rose, the Overmare's own sister. A mare who seemed to blame all of her woes on me.

Things would only continue to spiral for me as I became plagued with visions and dreams of another era. Stories of alicorns, wars, and the fate of thestrals on the brink of disaster.

Night by night, secrets tucked away within the forested overgrowth of Transylvania's lands began to become ever present. Every step that Scarlet and I took seemed to whisper the tales of legends. Scarlet and I not only had to overcome our own differences, but together we would soon be tasked to protect the sovereignty of Transylvania. Maybe even the very existence of our dying thestral race.

Huge-normous thanks to Kkat for creating the world of Fallout Equestria!

Thanks to all of you crazies who stuck around for this story to revive itself. Seriously.

*COPYRIGHT*
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO HASBRO INC. FOR OWNERSHIP OF "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

A buck starts broadcasting over a radio frequency. It sounds like a confession of some sort, but is it really?

This story is just a simple one off that I had the sudden inspiration to write. If you would like to read a longer story with more substance, feel free to check out my other FoE story: Fallout Equestria: Icicle