Heroes.
Some call me a hero, but I never was. The Great War? There was nothing great about it. 20 years of fighting and dying between Zebra and Equestrian forces left them drowning in each others blood, each fighting to the last. Cause when your species is on the table, nothing close to genocide will save them. Within a single day those bloody chapters of history came to a close, and began a new one under a different name… the wasteland.
When I was a filly, things were different. You see, you were expected to be a patriot. To fight in the bloodiest conflict the world had ever seen, was a honor. We all expected to come back heroes, but all we found on those corpse ridden battlefields was blood and mud. Fluttershy once said to me personally "that to end the fighting we must all become equal." Well I found equality on those fields… it was death. Death don't care who you are, how old you are, how well off you are or what you are. When he calls your name, we are all equal.
I left a world of blood and death and entered a nightmare.
In the wasteland, everypony is equal in the moment. I've killed for every reason imaginable. Money, power, ideologies, religions, and of course revenge. Raiders and slavers are an everyday threat, and everypony is ready to make a few caps off your death. The countless ponies that wouldn't mind killing you for a few caps. Factions rise, warlords fall, and along the way you might find what we all are looking for… friendship.
The multitude of ponies I have meet and gave me a second chance is more than I could have ever hope for. Everything I'm doing it's for them and for those who need our help.
Even now he calls me, as I write this. I march to fix my mistakes I've made. In the end I hope my friends can forgive me. If you read this, know that I am going to my death. Because death waits for nopony.