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.

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