Disclaimer: I do not own the name Simon Belmont, nor do I wish to affiliate myself

with those who made the castlevania games. I am only using his name for use for

this OC. Also, this is not a rip-off of any other fanfic that involve the process this OC

goes through.

The war between worlds. That's all that I can remember, or think of, for that matter. A war

that was fought for nearly twenty-six long, desperate years. I was finishing my "prodigy

core classes" in a vault the remaining humans produced and manufactured, using the

most simple and least complicated tools. If your thinking this is a rip-off of fallout 1 to

game 13 then, your wrong. Humans used the idea, only for the plan to back fire. Anyways,

I was finishing my core classes when the door was melted off the hinges. Using the

sounds as a distraction I nabbed my bags and tent kit with a small supply of food and a

handgun the human race could still make, a TT-33 Tokarev, M1911 colt, and a revolver I

learned to make comparable with a scope and use the simple 44. Cal. Magnum rounds.

As I ran past my classmates, I heard their screams of agony, and yells of desperation, of

sacrifice to save the last of the humans from the pony's that had long ago taken a disliking

to us, until our ambassador was killed by suicide, he jumped off of the balcony on their

land after finding out the human race was asked to relinquish everything. They were to

become slaves to the pony's. When the news reached us, we were devastated. After that

we declared war on them after a second ambassador was found dead, multiple stabs to

the chest and arrows in his back. As I managed to slink around while the royal guards

went about killing those who were still alive, I gasped as I found my sister, Jade lying in a

pool of her own blood, a neat little hole in between her eyes was proof enough for me. I

closed her eyes before sneaking out of the vault.

I ran. I ran and ran and ran, for eight miles Until I stopped in a desolate town. Small but

still big enough to be called a township. Walking along the desolate road I heard whispers

on the wind, the ghostly screams of joy and laughter coming from the playground nearby. I

heard the sound of cars, trucks, and so much more, only to realize...I'll never hear them

again. Humans were soon to be extinct, with no one to drive these cars. I heard rapid wing

beats, stopping and turning around, there off in the distance was seven scores of pegasi.

Turning tail and running, I landed into a large hedge near the playground. Laying under

there I found the skeleton of a young infant, a piece of a spear head lodged into the upper

abdomen straight to the lower abdomen. A single tear was shed.

7 minutes later

It took seven minutes for the Pegasi to leave after checking every house in rapid

secession. After they flew off, I got cocky and clambered out and walked back to the

vault. After seeing the camp they had set up a mile outside of the vault. Staying to the

shadows, I crept into the vault, only to come up on a guard pissing on a corner of the

wall. Due to his back being to me, I thought on my feet as quickly as I could. Sliding a

knife off of a dead soldier, I silently plunged the knife into the side of his skull through his

ear, while pressing my hand to his mouth. He screamed for a few seconds, biting my hand

in the process. He went down as quietly, as if he was just asleep or in a coma. I never

really liked killing, but it had to be done. For the glory of the last of human kind and all that

shit. As he bled, I kept the perfectly usable Bowie knife with serrated over-blade, and

continued on my way down to the vault were sounds of handguns firing gave chills to my

spine. I ran along corridors filled with the bodies of both unicorn, earth pony and human.

We're the only thing that mingled in peace, was the blood. I turned a corner only to see my

best friend get executed by a unicorn with his piss gold mane in a tied up pony tail.

Angered I threw a sword I picked up along the way and stuck him in the side of the chest. staggering around for a bit, albeit a bit to dramatically, before falling over with an anguished cry. everyone in the room looked at me before I shot them. I shot them till I had no more ammo in my guns, before picking up a fallen PPSh-41 with the drum mag I layed waste to those who tried entering from the computer rooms. I heard coughing from the line of dead. I threw away the gun before searching for who coughed, before finding him. the general of the vault militia. "sir! sir speak to me general." I practically yelled. he coughed a few more times. he had been shot between the eyes. right were the bullet was lodged was where the hardest bone in the body was located. it had stopped the 9mm round but was allowing him to bleed onto me and himself. before he passed he grabbed his dog-tags and ripped them off, grabbing my hand, he put the blood soaked metal/tin/tungsten* alloy tags into my hand. 'remember us. soldier… *gasp-wheeze* remember us….my friend …..' that was all I had left of him. the man, Joshua berknow, general of the 118th militia force, was like a father to me, since all people in the vault were, essentially, orphans. I pulled a table over cleaning it by pouring some water from forgotten canteens onto the table wiping away any blood, before placing his body, still bleeding and warm, onto the table. ironic that he loved birch wood so much, since he was being layed on a birch wood table. He put his generals cap on his chest before placing his- no, Joshua's favorite side arm on his chest. placing his hands in a clasp he prayed that he would go to a better place. as he finished his prayer he heard yells and angry yelling along with the footfalls of hooves on metal. as the neared him he just stood there, waiting for the end.

but the end never came

honestly this story came to me yesterday. and I just want to say this won't end here. after I fix my latest f*ck up, I'll continue posting chapters as normally as possible.