"War does not tell who is right. It only tells who… or should I say, what is left."
More than two-hundred years after the bombs fell; I was born, I was born blind, in a small little settlement called "Safe Heaven" Don't bother going there, it is not what it used to be, it is now "Living Hell". Even I cannot get there and liberate. My father, Erich Grayson, was finding a cure to for the ghouls, or at least to stop the 'ghoulification' as many called it. I was his test subject. He succeeded. But before he could deliver the cure to James, who was in Vault 101 at the time, we were attacked by the enclave, He hid me in the tunnels under our house, that's where he stored all of our radioactive chemicals, and the exposure gave me the ability of supersonic hearing.
I heard a gunshot then Victor came, we both knew what had happened. Victor was my father's most treasured friend, a ghoul yes, but one with good intentions. He took me to Grand Central, where I was the only "Silk fur" there. I made friends with the ghoul children. And another adoptee, like me she was not a ghoul nor was she a silkfur, She had scales... Sorry memories are getting to me… As I was saying, Her name was Atalia, she was a dragon, no not one of those massive, yet beautiful, creatures that knights go out and kill, you get the picture. Now we grew up with the respect of and to ghouls, respect to ancestors and a friendship that could not be found elsewhere in the world, well maybe it matched the friendship held by the "Lone wanderer" of Vault 101 and Amata.
When I turned eighteen, it was obvious that I was smitten with Atalia. She was so… hard to get. I tried to serenade her, but the attempts failed. So I took up my stuff and left GC. I made my way into D.C. And found an aged woman, she played beautiful music with her violin, I asked her to teach me, but mastering the violin would take years, years she did not have. So she told me of a friend of hers who played the guitar, it was hard to find him, but he was located. It took about two months to master it, but I did, he gave me his spare one which he scavenged from a custom guitar shop somewhere in the ruins of D.C.
Four months passed before I reached The Big Apple, I made my way to Grand central station. Everyone there missed my and greeted me with hugs. I looked around for Atalia, She had grown her hair. I smiled a looked at her. She smiled back and said, "The wasteland suits you."
I grinned and pulled out my guitar. "Why haven't you taken my proposal?" I asked
"Well, I wanted to see what you would do. Where were you?" was her reply.
"D.C."
"W-ay out there!"
"Just for you." I said in a whisper as I began to strum.
After that well Atalia agreed to be mine. I was very happy. We soon moved out of GC and built a small house near vault 63. It was still closed, but like 101 it opened soon enough, this story will be told later. It was hard living at first but the raiders soon learned of my 'ability' to see long distances and snipe with just about any gun. And well she knew her way around a super sledge. Our talents were soon reached to the factions of NYC, both of us joined the regulators, then we found the Brother Hood, they did not let us in at first, but they soon let us in because we took care of a Behemoth that wandered too close.
I enlisted as a runner, she made her way into the extended Lyon's Pride. After we got the training we needed we went back home.
We thought it was time to start a family so we tried for a baby and in 2 months we learned it was a success, I did become paranoid though and Atalia hated that. Soon after she went out for a little stroll in her power armor…. And w-was killed... Excuse me I need to gather myself...