Fall Out: Equestria By: Kkat

Chapter Thirty: Hunters and Prey

Chapter Thirty: Hunters and Prey

“What are you on the lookout for?”

“Two very angry types of movements.  Slow, lumbering, powerful movements and jerky, erratic, excitable movements.  Both coming for the kill.”

Virtues.

My first real advice, out of the Stable, was to find my virtue.  Well, no, it was to find a weapon, armor and friends.  And as daunting a task as that seemed, I believed I had succeeded admirably.  It was the advice that followed -- to find that defining positive characteristic that would get me through the darkest horrors that the Equestrian Wasteland could throw at me without losing myself -- that still eluded me.  Instead, I substituted other goals, other quests.  I was driven to make this blasted world a better place, a brighter place, for the ponies trapped within it.

I felt all my efforts had just hit a wall.

Red Eye was just too smart, too devious and too well-organized.  I underestimated him at every turn, and he used it against me with skill approaching panache.  Even his seemingly insane claim to approaching godhood was backed by a crafty and altogether horrifying plan.  The sheer cruelty, the coldly calculated butchering of unicorns in an act that would surpass murder, struck a blow to my very soul.  And yet, I could already envision his argument: what is the suffering death of a few dozen or possibly even hundred unicorns today for generations of safety and peace for millions in the future?

I tasted bile.

The Goddess was… insane.  And yet, she was effectively untouchable.  Immensely powerful. And her army of minions, while considerably smaller in number than Red Eye’s, were amongst the most formidable opponents in the entire wasteland.  And they were completely devoted, if not directly controlled, by her whims.  And her whims amounted to our extinction.

And she was such a potent telepath that even if I could come up with a plan, she would rip it from my mind before I could get close enough to her to implement it.