Lost Future: Rebirth of Equestria 

Chapter 1: fire and death
It has been said that war never changes but that’s a bold faced lie. If war never changed the ponies would have still been fighting each other with sticks and stones. They wouldn’t have made ever more dangerous weapons, wouldn’t have started armies and wars, and wouldn’t have killed the whole world. 
Unlike war the motives for the act never changed much over the centuries of the world’s existence, some creature would see some other creature with something it wanted or doing or saying something it didn’t like and they would fight over it. 
As the years passed the fights became larger and larger and involved more and more creatures eventually becoming wars, but throughout it all the motives never changed. Greed and the difference of opinion were what had and would continue to cause war since time immemorial. 
Still there were some who resisted war and its horrors. Who said that peace should be the only option but their cry’s fell on deaf ears and there was war and the world was laid waste because of it. One of the areas hardest hit by the sad and terrible war was the once beautiful land of Equestria a land formally full of wonder and magic now a barren and sad wasteland bereft of its former luster. 
The scorched and pathetic country was and is home to a race of beings called ponies. These creatures were equine in base and stood quadrupedal on hooves anywhere for four to six feet tall when fully grown, they had tails and manes and long muzzles with forward facing eyes and pointed triangle ears on top of their heads. 
In the land of Equestria there were four types of  ponies the most common of which was the earth-ponies, hardy, forward thinking , and very industrious. The regale and mystical unicorns are rarer with the magical power of their horns and their natural affinity toward knowledge and learning they are some of the most adept at magiscience technology. 
Though once more common the pegesi mostly fled up into the clouds and tower bunkers after the war abandoning all others in order to save themselves. With wings and the ability to touch and mold clouds as if they were solid objects they are sleek, speedy, incredibly good aerial fighters though they can sometimes act rashly.  
The fourth and final type of ponies, the alicorns, are the rarest. So rare that some ponies say that they never existed in the first place. They had all the powers and traits of the other three and were the strongest and wisest of all ponies. 
Before the war the land of Equestria was ruled be two said alicorns. Back then the land had known  peace for over a thousand years and was protected and guided by the two princess sisters and six famous pony heroes. Even after the war started the ponies of Equestria knew that the great protectors of the land would keep them safe and win the war. 
In response the princess founded six ministries and put the heroes of Equestria in charge of them.  However two years after the war’s start, the princesses and their heroes left the now decrepit castle of canterlot on an important mission only to disappear entirely along with the town they were in. 
The loss of the lands greatest leaders was a terrible blow to Equestria but the ponies kept going, praying that their guardians would return and bring a swift end to the war, their prayers would be answered but not in the way they wanted. 
In the final days it became clear to tall that looked that the princesses and their champions would not be returning. 
They searched desperately for someone to lead them, to protect them, to bring them victory. But it was not to be, mere days before their greatest projects were finished the megaspells were cast, the bombs were dropped, and their fate was sealed. Equestria, and much of the rest of the world, was all but whipped away in an orgy of balefire and death.  
Not all ponies died with their great nation, some were spared, either by hiding in magically protected buildings and areas of the land that were not hit or only barely touched by the balefire that ravaged to world or but staying in great underground bunkers called stables.  
In the stables the ponies were protected from the balefire and the magical radiation of the apocalypse and it gave them everything they needed to live conferrable, relatively happy lives. 
The stables were meant to shield pony-kind and keep them safe till the land was safe and healed. It had been so long since some stables were opened that entire generations never knew there was an outside. 
It was in one such stable that our story begins, stable 22, a name that would one day be known all over Equestria. In it was a small, lonely pony with no friends and few options in life. 
Unaware shi and hir future companions would play an important role in the rebirth of the land of Equestria. That pony happens to be me, my name’s Snowy Flanks and this is my story.