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// Prologue 
// Story: Fallout Equestria: Fly Away 
// by Freeflyingwolf 
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Fallout Equestria: Fly Away
Prologue

War.
Why would you ask about that?
Who told you war never changed? That’s such a silly thing to say; of course it changes. Everything changes over time.
Don’t listen to those lies, it’ll give you nightmares. Listen to momma; we live above those afraid of war. We live in the clouds; away from all that sillyness down below. Up here, we have no wars. Up here, we are safe. How could we not be, with the Princesses so close?
See? Just look up. You can see both Princess Celestia and Princess Luna together today. No, no, don’t be silly, dear. The sun and moon are not wild, not like those…ruffians down below the clouds. You see, my darling, the poor Princesses didn’t have much time together after Princess Luna was freed from that horrible Nightmare Moon. 
Oh, it may seem like a long time to us, but to them, it was much too short. So they make up for it now that they are gone from this world. Where? Why, they’re above even us; they are up there, in the everlasting space. I know it’s hard to believe anything being higher than us, but it’s true, my little bumbkin. 
I’m getting off topic; see what you do to me? They still control the sun and moon, but sometimes, they miss each other terribly, so they move closer together. Then, they don’t feel so lonely anymore.
The rest?
Oh…you mean the ones below. The grounded ponies.
No, no we…the sky must stay covered. It would make our poor Princesses very, very sad to see what their little ponies have become. That is why we must keep the clouds closed. Not just for us, but for the Princesses. If they saw how terrible their once beautiful and lush—it means green, dearie, full of life—land of Equestria has become…well, it would make them sad.
No, love, I haven’t seen down below. Most pegasi haven’t, but we’ve heard. It’s still too toxic and full of bad ponies. Personally, I hope we never go back down there. I love it up here, where it’s safe and full of nice, pretty ponies. Don’t you?
No, you mustn’t think that way. I know you have a kind heart, dearie, but you can’t say that. The Enclave don’t like it when we talk like that. Fluttershy would be proud of you for saying such a thing. We named you after her, you know. Still…don’t leave your poor momma or the Princesses, alright? Will you promise me? That’s a good dear; give your mommy a great big hug and we’ll have some cookies. We can make your favorite.