My new Fallout Equestria side story opener

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I wanted to post my opener for my new FoE side story and wanted to know what ya'll think.

 

good, bad, or indifferent does it sound interesting: (i dont even have it named yet)

 

 

The old pony sat behind his desk, pen hanging from his mouth as he wrote his words on the page. This story was old and he paused for a moment as he sifted through the stack of notes. Words to him were like a puzzle, when placed in the proper order the story would reveal itself and this story had many pieces to fit. The years of toil and torment made his body shake but to him, it was as an old hat that fit snugly on one’s head. He continued in silence as his words flowed across the parchment, he could feel the warmth that they gave him. He enjoyed writing; it was the one thing that he could always turn to in this fretted and ill-fated world. He sat there by the candle light as the calm, cool night air washed over him through the open window. A small rock adorned the small pile of papers holding them firm to the table under the light breeze that flowed in. Across the valley, he could hear it; the Beast was coming for him and it would soon be upon his doorstep.

 

He squinted at the paper, the light growing dim as it faded into the night. He rested his quill upon the parchment and began to write but then hesitated as the shaking in his neck muscles quivered. “No,” he said aloud to no one. “I have to do this. The answers here, I can’t give up now.” But unsure of what to do next he set the quill back in the holder cup.

 

 “There is a saying among those who speak of war and how war never changes but I find that this is only a partial truth. For if it were not for change then war would have no purpose. No, war is but the sword for Change thrust upon the world to satisfy the Beast.

 

My father had named it, “The Beast,” because to him “Change,” was like a cosmic animal that was forever hungry. Forever feeding off our fears, flaws, and faults, driving us mad and breeding deceit, despair, and hate until even memories, lay twisted, altered, and reshaped, scattered upon the winds, drifting into nothing more than piles of ash, hidden deep in lies and deceptions.

 

But the irony of change is that its greatest strength is also its greatest weakness. For change by its very nature is imperfect. With every step The Beast takes, it sets in motion events, upon which play out the truth of it’s of its own inconsistencies, a pathway through which change can only go one way… forward.”

 

He removed the rock from the stack of papers and began flipping through them. He knew that there are some memories that even The Beast found too bitter to taste. Its riddle buried deep in his past, his answer he prayed, lay buried in a paper stack. He looked at the paper once more; in big bold print, it said “Memories.”

 

“It doesn’t make sense. None of this makes sense!”

 

Frustrated, he closed his eyes. “The answer is here, it has to be.”

 

He put his hooves up to his temples and rubbed them in a vain attempt to sooth the growing headache then looked over his work. He was so tired, tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of…

 

He sighed then laid his head upon the desk. “Memories, Like everything in Equestria, it’s all just fading memories.”

 

Edited July 27, 2014 by Argumedies

[Argumedies 1,748]

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well its been a few days and got no reply so I guess the story must be totally garbage