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// Prologue: A New Era 
// Story: Fallout Equestria: Wounded Worlds 
// by PonyThumbs 
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Prologue: The New Era

In the beginning, there was nothing... I'm kidding. There was Equestria and the Goddesses, Celestia and Luna. The mighty alicorn princesses that brought night and day upon the citizens of their modest country. The zebras were from a faraway land that nopony ever really cared or knew about. The only thing the two really understood about each other, is that they had what the other needed. Equestria was practically sitting on a two mile deep hot spot of gems and the zebra land had an overabundance of coal. The zebras needed the gems for their incantations and miscellaneous spells and the Equestrians needed the coal to fuel their trains. So, naturally, the two countries traded. There was harmony between them for over a millennium. But on one fateful day, trade between the two locations ceased. Equestrians were without their transportation and the zebras without their spells. The countries reached a boiling point and war struck. Equestria changed for the worse, for it hadn't seen war in thousands of years.  And as many know by now, war, war never changes. The greed, sickness, hysteria, and general lack of friendship tore the countries apart in anarchy. It was as if Dischord were there and behind the whole mess, but he had died along with the statue his soul was bonded to when Canterlot fell. When the megaspells struck, Equestria's greatest minds had prepared shelter for most ponies in the form of a Stable, or a fallout shelter, to protect them from the radiation and explosive force of megaspells. When the megaspells struck, everypony either withered away from the radiation or impact, or were safe in their Stables. That is, all except for the pegasi, who abandoned all their fellow pony after the strike on Cloudsdale. The day Cloudsdale fell would go down as one of the most horrifying attacks against pony-kind. Hundreds of thousands of pegasi were killed, injured, or left homeless. That day, the pegasi turned on their reserve cloudmaker and sealed the sky up forever. Nopony ever ventured from the stables to figure out what happened. Nopony ever left the clouds, such was the way of the Enclave. Our story starts here with a pegasus 150 years after the last of the megaspells fell. This is his tale. This is my tale.


Fallout Equestria: Wounded Worlds