The Tempest Shadow you have come to know never tried to conquer Equestria. She never joined the Storm King's army, or is even known as Tempest Shadow. In fact, she never even left her homeland to start with.
No, Fizzlepop Berrytwist, in this Equestria, survives alone, as she vowed in her younger years, but as a wandering hunter, killing who she must and gathering what she must to survive, although she is no raider... she experiences no pleasure from the lives she ends, and only does so in times of necessity. She travels by day, living off what little the land gives her and making her home wherever she is at the moment come night.
And in-between living today and living tomorrow are the Wretched Hive, the ghoulified remnants of the changeling species and a threat far more dangerous than any band of raiders; if anything, they're the one thing keeping the likes of them in check.
Fizzlepop may not know it, but her actions may very well save what remains of a dying world... and the Wretched Hive are going to be part of it.
This story takes place twenty-five years before the events of Fallout: Equestria. This story is not canon to it, however.
Part of my Fallout: Equestria Trilogy
