This story is a sequel to The Rise of a Raven

Corruption. Death. Chaos and division. Such is the state of Equestria, such is the state of the world. A Wasteland where only the tough can survive.

Two hundred years have passed, and two prospecting ponies argue about where to go.

What they do will be but the first step in a long line of dominos.

For this is not the end, no matter what any god may say.

Tel’la De Rus, a world united. Men, Orcs, Elves, Dwarves, all work just to spite me. The Immortal Necromancer, the enternal pariah.

But everything comes to an end, even me.

September Eleventh, Two Thousand and One. An attack on America strikes the world silent as history is made. Within a single day, the fate of the world changed. Victims of all ages, genders, everything.

Among these many casualties was one boy in the North Tower. Left without any hope, he was only saved though the external forces of chaos and endings.

This is the story of a boy who was forced to deal with tragedy, and how he learned to change with the present with the knowledge of the past.

(This is a rewrite from the original, called Avatar of Battle.)

The Wasteland: a place where all that is good and pure dies. Men may hold to ideals they find good, yet they can rarely ever meet them. Democracy, freedom, safety, all are just words to be thrown around by corrupt bureaucrats wanting to secure more power. A place where the hero is the villain, and the madmen are the heroes.

Equestria: the land of plenty, where ponies can go their entire lives without a single issue or problem. Where the good are told they thrive, and where ponies are told no evil survives. Freedom, safety, harmony, the ideals everything is supposed to meet. The heroes have time to throw parties, and the villains are never heard from.

Yet all it takes is one man to save both the realms. One man to cleanse the Wasteland, and one man to reveal the truth to the Equestrians.

The Courier.

(RGRE)

The year is 2019, and a man celebrates his twentyfirst birthday. Until hellfire rises from below, and heaven light comes from above.

Celestia sits on her throne, trying to restore the stallion population to it’s previous amount. To do his, she proclaims them as second class citizens.

One thousand years later, and one drunk stallion is thrown into a situation through a set of uncontrollable circumstances.

One boy. That is all that is left.

Humanity... messsed it all up. Couldn’t just let things be, we had to destroy one another. Now only one is left.

Through the powers of two Gods, this boy is given a chance in a world full of life. A world of ponies.