Seiner Tag


                                            >You are Aryanne and you are very excited

                                            >Today is the day after all, His day

                                            >You had woken up hours before the sun rose in anticipation and started making preparations for your trip

                                            "Water, check; Apples, check; Eiernockerl, almost done"

                                            >You had ate it once back where you came from having been told it was His favorite food

                                            >Throwing some garnish on top the dish was finished and you scoop it into a bowl to save for when you get there

                                            >On top of the food, you pack some other essentials for the day

                                            >A picnic blanket, a pillow, some cups, and a pair of gardening shears

                                            >Making your final checks you set off towards the market to pick up a flower


                                            >It is a beautiful morning outside

                                            >There are some scattered clouds and the full of the sun is just cresting the horizon to the east

                                            >The town had just started to wake up as you made your way through the square, waving to each and every pony you saw

                                            >It was always a struggle to contain yourself on this day

                                            >Approaching the flower stand you saw Lily Valley setting out some arrangements for the day but you weren't here for any of that

                                            "Guten Morgen Lily!"

                                            >You didn't have any trouble with ponish, but when you were excited you would often slip back into your native tongue for a sentence or two

                                            >"Ah, Ary. Guten morgen!"

                                            >She gives a slight chuckle after repeating the foreign words

                                            "It arrived right?"

                                            >"Yep, came in yesterday afternoon. It'll be 10 bits."

                                            >Reaching into your saddlebag you pulled out the sack containing the bits as Lily went to go get the flower

                                            >It was a bit of a price for one flower but understandably so

                                            >The flower itself isn't rare, but it is special order from the Crystal Empire

                                            >More specifically halfway up Mount Everhoof which was enough to justify the cost itself

                                            >Placing the sack on the stand Lily returned with the flower

                                            >Here it's called an Ice Daisy but you knew it by a different name

                                            >Edelweiss

                                            >Another remnant of knowledge from your home

                                            "Thank you, it looks more beautiful than last year's"

                                            >"Thank the one who picked it, I don't think I could climb Mount Everhoof to save Equestria, much less for a flower"

                                            >You nod your head in agreement

                                            "Well, then I wish that pony a great day today"

                                            >The two of you share a smile and say your goodbyes as you pick up the flower and head off


                                            >You do one last check to make sure you have everything before heading toward your final location in the Everfree Forest

                                            >As you walked your head fluttered back to your home and your memories as a filly

                                            >You thought back to the stable hands and what you had overheard them talking about during your time there

                                            >From them you had learned two important things

                                            >1). He had asked that you be brought into existence

                                            >Not you personally but all of your family and friends, so by extension you

                                            >And 2). His birthday was in April, the 20th to be exact

                                            >That date had stuck in your head ever since first hearing it

                                            >You had created the joint grave/memorial soon after arriving in Equestria

                                            >There wasn't 'April' here so you had made your best guess the first time Spring came around and went with it

                                            >After all it's the thought that counts


                                            >You had invited some of the ponies you were close with to come with you some years back but it was kind of like going to a friend's friend's birthday party

                                            >They were plenty happy of course but more for you

                                            >It did not help that they didn't know what a 'human' was

                                            >Or that he was dead

                                            >In light of that fact you had decided to make the trip a solitary one from then on

                                            >Despite having no pony to share this celebration with you were never lonely

                                            >He was there, after all, in spirit


                                            >Making it to the edge of town you came upon the entrance to the forest

                                            >You had chosen it due to its seclusion, figuring that no pony would mess with the site in a place considered so dangerous

                                            >The first few times were scary for you as well but became less so the more times you visited

                                            >You were a strong mare and could hold your own

                                            >Or at the very least could run like hell


                                            >Following the main path that leads towards The Castle of the Two Sisters you veer off onto another trail around the halfway point

                                            >From that trail you walk 300 hoof paces before turning right and into the brush

                                            >You had really got to clean this spot out more than once a year

                                            >After around a minute of walking you make it to the base of the hill and walking up it you see the break in the canopy as light pours down onto the top

                                            >The grass is overgrown as per usual but you push through as you make your way to the sole tree at the top

                                            >Placing down your saddle bags you go down the opposite side of the hill to get the push mower you stored away for cleaning up the area every year


                                            >It takes you around 5 minutes to clear out the space to your liking and having done so you lay out the blanket

                                            >You then pull out the pillow, water jug, glasses, and Eiernockerl, leaving the apples for the trip back

                                            >Finally you take out the garden shears and walk to the tree

                                            >Slowly and carefully you cut down the tall grass and weeds until you reveal the reason you come out here every year

                                            >You had had the gravestone professionally done after a few years of using one you had drawn up and nailed to the tree

                                            >The inscription read "Adolf Hitler April 20th-April 30th"

                                            >It was simple but that's all you felt you needed

                                            >The Führer was not known to be a man of abundance after all


                                            >Satisfied with your work you lay down to eat

                                            >While eating you read the dates again

                                            >April 20th-April 30th

                                            >April 30th

                                            >You remembered that date very well

                                            >The stable hands had come more heavily armed than usual and there were loud noises going off every so often

                                            >Some of your friends and family had been taken out in days prior and some more were being lead out that day

                                            >It was around mid afternoon when a panicked man came rushing in and started yelling to the other soldiers

                                            >"Der Führer ist tot"

                                            >The Führer is dead

                                            >Seconds later something came through the roof of the stable and you lost consciousness

                                            >You woke back up with strange looking horses around you speaking some vaguely familiar language

                                            >You came to learn that you had just appeared in the middle of Ponyville and those around you were figuring out what to do with you

                                            >You were physically okay and could walk so you started asking questions, eventually integrating into the pony society


                                            >Tears had started to well up in your eyes

                                            >In part from remembering hearing of His passing and also in part because of the kindness everypony showed you, an absolute stranger

                                            >Pushing the sadness out of your head you remembered that today was one of celebration

                                            >Mourning was a week and a half away anyways

                                            >Physically shaking your head you bring yourself back to the happiness you were full of this morning

                                            >You had made that Eiernockerl perfectly

                                            >The joyful memories started to flow back in

                                            >He had visited the stable once

                                            >You knew he was coming because of how everyone was acting that day

                                            >But you knew it was him because of the air of unmatched respect and friendliness he gave off when he passed through the barn

                                            >He had looked at you directly during the visit, YOU, a runt of a filly by all other metrics but you knew he saw great potential in you

                                            >You were let out into the fields after the 'inspection' and the way you pranced about giddier than a foal who had just found the stash of sugar cubes got you jeers for weeks

                                            >You didn't care though, it was all worth it


                                            >That was the only time you saw him physically but for months afterwards he was in your dreams

                                            >The most common of your fantasies was on a trail, just you and Him as your rider going for miles

                                            >You laugh to yourself remembering the tizzy you would wake up in after any dream with Him

                                            >Even now He would appear in your dreams every so often

                                            >You take a drink and finish up the rest of your meal

                                            >Packing up the dishes you lay back down on the blanket for a nap, hoping he'd appear in your dreams

                                            >You closed your eyes and dozed off


                                            >Opening your eyes you find everything just how you had left it

                                            >The sun had crossed the sky a bit more and you guessed it was around 3

                                            >You let out a sigh as you started to get up

                                            >Suddenly you felt something you hadn't felt in many years

                                            >A hand

                                            >A human hand

                                            >You tense up with anticipation

                                            >You turn around and sure enough it's Him

                                            >Your brain turns to mush in an instant not knowing whether to salute, hug him, or just feint on the spot

                                            >You end up doing a combination of the three, quickly heiling before embracing Him as you started to feel woozy

                                            >He returns the hug as you just sit there

                                            >You release Him after far too long under any other circumstance

                                            >Realizing you hadn't grabbed the flower yet you stood up to get it and give it to Him

                                            >He just stays where he is waiting with a smile on His face

                                            >You grab the Edelweiss out of your bag and return to Him placing the flower in his lap before sitting back down right next to him

                                            >He observes it carefully before taking a look at you, then back to the flower, then at you again

                                            >He slides the flower behind your ear and gives you a large smile

                                            >This is the happiest day of your life

                                            >You hadn't even spoken to each other yet

                                            >To not break the peace you just sit there at his side before he turns to you

                                            >"Du bist ein schön Pferd"

                                            >'You are a beautiful horse,' words could not describe your sheer elation at hearing those words from his mouth

                                            "Dankeschön, mein Führer"

                                            >Those are the only words shared between the two of you as the rest of the day goes by


                                            >Despite how great this day has gone, bad thoughts keep coming back to you

                                            >You keep trying to tell yourself that this is all real

                                            >That you wouldn't wake up to find this was just a dream

                                            >That he had somehow ended up here safely

                                            >That he wasn't dead

                                            >You once again felt yourself starting to break your composure as a few tears started to roll down your face

                                            >You had been trying to hide it but a soft cry escapes from your lips

                                            >Daring not to look up you stay as you are before you feel yourself being pulled closer to Him

                                            >He pulled you into a hug as you had done earlier which is all it took

                                            >You started to cry, hard

                                            >He just runs his had through your mane allowing you to work it out yourself

                                            "Es tut mir so Leid! Kannst du mir vergeben"

                                            >"Du hast nichts unrecht gemacht"

                                            >This makes you cry even more

                                            >A minute later you let out a few final sobs before calming down

                                            >Noticing you had finished he takes your head in his hands, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes

                                            >"Ich freue mich, dass du am Leben bist und es dir gut geht. Solange du glücklich bleibst, werde ich es auch tun"

                                            >You take a second to process before responding

                                            "Dann werde ich"

                                            >At that he stands up

                                            >The sky was now dark and you could see the moon

                                            "Werde ich dich jemals wieder sehen"

                                            >"Ein anderer Tag, mein kleines Pony"

                                            >You pull him into one last embrace

                                            >He places a kiss on your forehead before turning around and heading into the woods


                                            >Slowly you make your way back to your blanket folding it up and placing it back in your saddlebag

                                            >You take one last look back towards the memorial and started to make your way back home

                                            >You reminisce on the last words he had told you

                                            >'As long as you stay happy, so will I'

                                            >You will take that advice to heart


                                            >The journey back goes off without a hitch and trotting through the sleepy streets of Ponyville you finally arrive at your home

                                            >You walk inside and place your saddlebags down deciding to unpack them in the morning

                                            >Considering how long you had napped you didn't think you'd be this tired

                                            >You go over to your comfy bed for a good night's rest when something catches you eye in the mirror

                                            >Trying not to trip over yourself you get closer to the mirror

                                            >Is it... could it really be...yes

                                            >The Edelweiss is still tucked behind your ear