Prologue
Fish
Fish strummed the strings on his guitar absentmindedly, his thoughts were not of the desert ahead, it was on Crystal. She was daring to try to reach the Nuclear Throne with him, if she died, he would never forgive himself.
He couldn't believe her, risking her neck in some legend. The only reason he had gone was because she had, he was not letting her face it alone. He looked over at Crystal's sleeping form.
The portal would open soon, and the wasteland would have them. This was his last chance to convince her to not go, but he knew it was no use. She was sure they were the ones, the ones to reach the legendary Throne.
Fish sighed, this was not how he had imagined his life to be after the Nuclear apocalypse had struck. He had imagined his new form and him would do so much good, but he seemed to be stuck on whatever side he was on.
Were they the villains or heroes? Did they even know if the bandits littering the path ahead were evil? Were they killing enemies? So many questions and so little answers. His cop days were over, but he still thought like one.
The portal shimmered through the air, it's purple swirling form mesmerizing him for a moment. Crystal Sat up and clinked as she rubbed her eyes,
"Ready?"
Fish nodded putting down his guitar and grabbed his revolver. Crystal picked up hers as well, standing up she held out a hand and helped fish up from the log he was sitting on. They both walked towards the portal, still holding hands.
Fish smiled at her, Crystal smiled back. No more stalling, it was time to face the quest every mutant must take. The search for the Throne. He took a deep breath, and they walked into the shimmering circle of purple light.