Stories are passed down generation after generation. Overtime the tales become mixed and confused, history gets intertwined with legend. As the years go by, even prophecies, warnings of things to come, are melded into simple fairy tales spoken to young ones at night. Such things are quickly forgotten, however, the weight of which they warn about is not. * * * Stable 17 was built within the region of Transylvania in northwestern equestria, situated between the base of Smokey mountain and Vanhoover. The primary focus was to protect the native ponies who resided in the area. These ponies were commonly known as "Bat-Ponies" by the other races of Equestria, sporting fangs and leathery wings. Untouched by the horrors of balefire and holocaust, Transylvania still retained it's classical outlook of Equestria, albeit rundown from lack of maintenance. With it's economy driven mainly by the farming of it's residents, the town saw little to no action in the war, and was blissfully left out of the main attacks during the rain of balefire bombs that consumed Equestria. My name is Midnight Wind. I grew up within the confines of Stable 17 where I was certain I would live peacefully, and die peacefully. This was quickly proven wrong. When a crazy madmare within the stable fought for control over the Overmare's position, my best friend, Scarlet Rose, and I were forced to flee, finding ourselves out in the open world of the Equestrian wasteland. With no supplies, nor knowledge of the wasteland before us, we found refuge in a settlement located at the base of the Stable's structure, what was now called Smoked Out Mountain. Secrets tucked away within the forested overgrowth of Transylvania's lands began to slowly become ever present, every step that Scarlet and I took seemed to wake dormant beings. Ancient legends regarded as simple tales quickly became a reality. Scarlet and I were not only tasked to protect the sovereignty of Transylvania, but also the existence of our dying race.