A Fool's Hope

"Under a silver sky I wander
These broken highways have become my home
Alone in a world of rust and ruin stay
Through grey civilization's dust I roam"

The sound of a radio echoed in the barren wasteland, fallowed by the sound of hooves "And my wasteland soul, Never will be truly whole! My only remaining goal now to survive!" Came a voice as clear and sweet as a bell almost seemed to float through the air. Its owner soon coming into view. A dark blue coated mare with a bright light blue mane and tail.

Final Hope was this pretty mare's name. Or at lest she would normal of been counted as pretty, Her coat and mane covered in dust and bandages on her forelegs and strangely enough her horn, marking her as a unicorn. Her flank covered so badly in scars that it was impossible to tell if she ever had a cutie mark or if she was still a blank flank, but for a mare her age the latter was unlikely.

Suddenly she stopped and without a word shut off her Pip-buck her bright pink eyes went from cheerful and kind to cold and steely. Dropping to her stomach she pulls out her gun, a silver and black rifle marked with the name "Silent Song" on one side of the halt and 146 marks on the other each marked a life taken by the gun, by this mare.

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The Wasteland had been harsh. Especially on the poor filly known as Spell Tome. When she was younger, she had a beautiful purple and green mane, the friendliest attitude and appearance from her soft and shy eyes, and her yellow coat was soft and almost flawless in appearance.

Now she was a fifteen year old mare, who's mane had been cut so it just barely goes past her cheek, a hard, cold, untrusting look on her face, and her coat had been cut, bruised, and burned to the point you could hardly tell what her color was. The wasteland really changed this filly, and not for the better.

While out scavenging for some ammo to the shotgun she recently found, Spell looked up and saw a mare with a rifle far into the distance. She quickly put together that she was being aimed at. She put down her shotgun next to her, and held up her hooves. She'd rather be captured than murdered

"Now kick it away!" She demeaned keeping her sight set on the young mares horn. One spark and she would never use magic again. If she didn't die of the shock first that is..Slowly the mare got up and made her way towards the mare her sight still placed on the mares horn. "Nice and easy now hunny" She says her eyes still cold as ice. "Nice and easy.."

Spell Tome sighed angrily and kicked her gun away from her and towards the mare with the rifle. She worked pretty hard to get that gun, and she won't be too happy if she doesn't get it back from this crazy mare. She was getting closer and closer as Spell stood still, trying to not provoke her. She stilled showed no fear, just annoyance.

"You want me to dance for you too?"

Final chuckled, "Sorry love but you need two for dancing, and we just met~" She says before placing the young mares Shotgun on her own back. "Well come on then..its getting late, place gets crawling with Rad scorpions at night...and not the friendly type sadly enough." She says sighing before hitting a button on her pip-buck causing the music from earlier to start playing, the cold harshness in her eyes almost seemed to melt away with the first note.

She moves behind the mare well more like bounces behind her "Well? Get going, if you don't wanna die a agonizingly painful death by poisoning and being ripped to pieces." She says with a giggle and a grin.

Spell Tome growled and trotted along, with this psychotic mare pretty much leading her from behind. She seemed nice when that song was playing. Or at least nicer than she was before. At the mention of Radscorpions, Spell picked up her step, deathly afraid of those big nasty creatures. Without looking back and while trotting, she began to speak

"Will I be getting that gun back soon? And what do you mean by 'the friendly kind' of Radscorpions? Every one I've seen tried to eat me."

"Of Course Silly Filly...After a few repairs that is..." She says, the shotgun looked like the only firing it would do at the moment would of been backfires. If that mare had shot it...Final cringed at the thought. "In the mean time you shall just have to join me for dinner.." She then frowns "Yes...Jeffrey's are hard to come by...They are really nice...about the size of a pony and just the cutest thing you'd ever see!" She says before slowly a small house appeared before them

It was clear it belonged to this mare. She nudged the young mare forward"Go on...Welcome to my little patch of heaven!...Don't forget to wipe your hooves on the mat" She says smiling a wide slightly crazy smile.

Spell Tome wiped her hooves before entering this mare's house. She was very confusing. She wanted to ask what a Jeffery was, but she couldn't be bothered to care at the moment.

It had been a while since Spell had actual shelter. Or an actual meal. She was pretty happy to join this mare for dinner. She may be insane, but at least she came off as friendly. Might as well give her a shot, right? And she was willing to repair the gun for her. She sat in the first chair she saw and relaxed.

"Am I gonna have to pay for this, or do some favors for you?"

Shadow Jet is sitting cleanig his knife in te wasteland when he looks up at the sun guaging the time till night "Well I if I can't find shelter I will be killed." So he stands up puts on the cowboy hat he picked up along the way and starts heading toward the faint outline of a house on the horizon

The last few weeks have been pretty bas he started running out of food and water he broke his right wing and he ran out of cider

As Final started floating dishes onto the table the sudden clicking of metal could be heard before suddenly a radscorpoin entered the room. A robot radscorpion. A body mad od shiny silver metal its tail curled above it topped with a very deadly looking spiked barb. Its eyes glowed a bright friendly looking green as it rushes over helping Final set the table letting off the occasional beep and turning of gears.

Spell Tome watched as dishes were put onto the table. She was all ready to eat, until a robotic radscorpion made its way into the kitchen. Seeing that, Spell jumped from her seat and levitated herself to the ceiling. Her heart was racing and she was shaking and sweating in fear.

"What the buck is that?! Why is it in your house?!"

Shadow Jet keeps walking and finaly reaches the house where he hears Spell's scream so he stops draws his dagger and busts in the front door head first and brandishes the knife at Final Spell and the radscorpion