PROLOGUE
Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria…
War. War never changes.
By the end of the second Celestial Epoch, the world had become a very different place…
In constant, seemingly futile attempts to keep the invading zebras at bay, Princess Luna ordered great patches of Forest cleared for raw materials to be used in the war effort.
The only two places left untouched were the Whitetail Woods and the Everfree Forest, the former for being an integral part in the turning of the seasons from summer to fall with the annual Running of the Leaves. The latter, Everfree Forest, was left untouched for a very different reason. The ancient magics that had kept it alive for untold centuries were now being used to keep it safe. The forest had learned to defend itself: with deadly precision.
The only team to successfully make it in and out almost entirely unscathed was that of Stable-Tec, where they had chosen the place for the last of their many Stables, bastions of hope for the remains of ponykind, should the worst happen.
As the war reached its final endgame, great horrific hours of pure balefire scorching and destroying the once-beautiful world, thousands flocked to the shelter of the massive underground Stables.
But even then Everfree fought back, only letting a small number past the treeline, and even fewer reached the Stable itself, deep in the heart of those ancient woods.
Even now, nearly two hundred years later, the forest still fights back, letting few who have entered ever leave.
Because war… War never changes.
FALLOUT: EQUESTRIA
Shadow of Everfree