Anniversary

by ugugg93

Rating: teen
Tags: Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Romance
Length: 4284

Anniversaries are something all ponies celebrate, though some do so in different ways than others...

Anniversaries are something all ponies celebrate, whether with dinners, parties, or just a quiet day at home. For a certain pegasus, they are something to be celebrated in a more complicated manner...

Published 2012-03-11 01:24:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-03-11 01:24:02 UTC

Anniversary

It was a bright and sunny afternoon in the small village of Ponyville. Having the sun out in the middle of April, when rain typically ruled the skies, was a truly unusual event. However, the weather patrol had figured that with the vast amounts of surplus rain they had dumped upon the town, one day of clear skies could be allowed. Ponies everywhere took full advantage of the rare sunny day: mares were out and about shopping, stallions were hauling various fruits and vegetables into market to sell, young colts and fillies were playing in the wide open parks, and young couples were spending their day getting to know each other. Every street corner was abuzz with activity.

Off in the distance, a dot in the sky steadily grew in size, approaching the town at a leisurely pace. Soon, the pony shaped object neared the outskirts of Ponyville, and with a small flourish of her wings, landed in the middle of the road. Of course, while it technically was a landing, the clumsy trip and stumble as she touched down with her front hooves, calling it a landing in conversation would be generous at best.

The pegasus mare was panting as she took a few seconds to breathe, her wings hanging limply towards the ground. The tips of the longest primary feathers brushed against the cobblestones, picking up slight amounts of dust in the process, tainting their color. For nearly a minute, the pegasus just stood there, the various ponies crossing her path barely giving her a glancing look. Eventually, she gathered enough strength into her feathered appendages to carefully fold them against her sides, where they couldn't get in the way of any errant pony's hooves. Letting out a sigh, she looked down.

Adorning her left hoof, a very elegant hoof-ring clasped her leg, the gold band wrapping around her ankle. The band had a vibrant golden hue as it shined in the bright light of the late afternoon sun. The band was anything but simple, the gold expertly cut in various ways as to give the band a feather-like design. Near the top, facing towards where the pegasus walked, a truly massive and flawless diamond sat, glistening in the run's rays, creating a rainbow pattern against the cobblestone road. Even with its age, the hoof-ring was perfectly polished, shined, and looked as if it was forged by the finest of Canterlot's jewelers yesterday, a testament to the ring's importance to the mare.

“Ok ok ok... uhh... are you sure she'll like it?”

“Ugh, Ah told you twenty times already, she'll love it. 'Sides, its not the ring your askin' her to marry, its you.”

“I know I know... I just... umm... I just want it to be perfect...”

“Trust me, sugarcube, she'll love it.”

The pegasus, satisfied at the appearance of her hoof-ring, starts her walk into town. The spring wind picks up, carrying her mane with it, ruining any previous attempts to style it. With an empty look in her eye, showing her apathy towards her mane, she continues to walk into town, empty saddlebags situated snugly against her back. Looking off to the side, she notices the various stalls hugging the town square. Every product that a pony could want in a small town like this could be found here: from horseshoes, to apples, to even more exotic things like electric can openers. However, there was only one stall in particular that she was interested in.

Approaching the stall, she silently stood at the front, waiting for the owner to finish talking to another customer. It took a few minutes, but once the customer was satisfied, the owner finally turned towards the pegasus. Instantly, the smile that the cream coated earth pony was wearing fell, until a slight, and sad, frown adorned her face. Slowly, she nodded, and with a small motion, she pulled a single rose, as vibrant and red as the earth pony's mane, out of the back of the stall, and placed it on the counter. The pegasus moved, reaching for her purse, only to be stopped by the owner's hoof. Locking their eyes, the earth pony closed her eyes, gave a soft smile, and shook her head in rejection. Nodding, the pegasus picked up the rose in her mouth, put it into her empty saddlebags, and without another thought, turned, and walked away.

The pegasus continued her slow trot down the roads of the town, ignoring any calls or greetings, as few as they were, that were passed in her direction. Continuing away from the town square, the sounds of the crowd behind her slowly started to die away, until only the small conversations of the ponies in her immediate vicinity broke the silence. Finally stopping, she sat herself down near the side of the street, and waited.

She only had to sit for a minute until the door she was sitting near opened, and the occupant walked out. A unicorn mare stepped out of the residence, and walked into the small street in front. Lighting her horn, she closed the door behind her, and with a slight movement, latched the lock with her magic. The two stared at each other for a second, studying everything about each other, as if it were the first time the two were meeting. Eventually, the pegasus looked down, and blankly noticed the hoof-ring attached to the unicorn's front left hoof.

“... will you marry me?”

“Oh... my... YES!!! HAHAHA!!! OH CELESTIA YES!!!”

“Ack!... Can't... breathe... hugging... too... tight...”

Looking back up, she noticed the unicorn staring at her still, continuing the inspections of the pegasus before her. Slowly nodding at each other, the two ponies slowly started to walk side by side down the street, letting the ponies in the road flow around them like a rushing river against defiant boulders. As the pair flowed through the town, the wind died down, sparing the unicorn of the same treatment against her mane that the pegasus had so unforgivingly received. The pegasus looked at her companion for a moment, but looked back towards the road just as quickly.

Everywhere the two went, they went in silence. Many of the ponies that they passed, friends and acquaintances, greeted the two mares with simple hello's and other terms of greetings. Each time, the pony was snubbed, silence being the only response that each received. Unsure of the nature of the silence, the ponies merely raised an eyebrow, and walked away. Considering who the pair were, finding anypony in town who didn't know who they were was rare, but those few who didn't have any connection to the two ponies paid no heed. Their closest friends, the ones that they knew for countless years and had grown to know everything about them, greeted the pair with a stoney face, and a silent gesture of recognition.

It was exactly what the two wanted.

The unicorn eventually turned, and, with the pegasus close behind, approached a refined restaurant in the heart of the town. It was the best place in Ponyville to dine, and on a typical day, ponies from all over the region came just to experience the class and atmosphere that flowed from every wall and floorboard. Today, being one of the clearest days of the month, the restaurant was completely packed, not a single table was empty. Each pony sat in the receding sunlight of the late afternoon, and, with the help of candles on the tables, cast just enough light to let them view the ones the loved across the table. Even from here, it was obvious that the line to get seating to the pleasant eatery was out the door, and the wait nearly unbearable.

The pegasus walked past the extensive line, lightly bumping into ponies and receiving glares and murmurs the entire way, and approached the snow white unicorn Maitre D that was standing at the entrance. Presently, he was on the receiving end of a stallion's rage, veins quite visible as he yelled into the Maitre D's face. Small particles of spit spewed from the angry stallion's mouth, landing everywhere in front of him, including the apparent offending party. The Maitre D, possibly the most patient stallion to ever be born, stood there, taking every word, and calmly rejecting the more and more absurd requests that spilled out of the angry pony's mouth. The argument was something about the wait for a table being at least two hours long, though the pegasus wouldn't care if it was about the Princesses themselves visiting the restaurant. Instead, ignoring the furious couple, she walked up to the Maitre D's podium, and waited.

“And... here we are. You like it?”

“The 'Jument Charmant'!? Are you sure that this place isn't too expensive?”

“Come on! It'll be fun! Please? We don't go out enough. Besides, you told me it was your favorite.”

“... I don't know...”

“I'll rub your hooves later.”

“... dinner and a hoof rub? Well, how could I possibly turn that down?”

Even though the brightly colored pegasus stood out like nothing else, it surprisingly took at least a full five minutes before the calm stallion at the podium noticed the mare. For a fleeting moment, his eyes grew wide, but instantly afterwards, they return to their calm and friendly disposition. He nods his head, and says something to the pegasus, though she was too lost in thought to process the words leaving his mouth. Immediately, he leaves his podium, to the obvious and vocal disapproval of the argumentative stallion. As soon as he is out of sight, they give a scowl to the pegasus, and grumble to themselves as they walk off.

Ten minutes later, the snow white Maitre D returns with a soft, yet genuine, smile on his face. Levitated by nearly white magic aura, a plastic bag swung lightly, its volume filled to capacity by the contents. The pegasus nods, a blank stare on her face, pulls out her purse, and gives the Maitre D the payment. She hears him thank her, to which she nods again in reply, and, after the unicorn places the package in her saddlebags, she walks back to her unicorn companion. Looking into the unicorn's eyes, the pegasus gets lost in the window into her precious soul, and a small spark ignites in the pegasus' heart. Ignoring it as she always does, the pair turns, and continue to walk down the road.

The path they take drew them away from the center of town and into the residential areas of Ponyville. Here, the sounds of carts full of goods and market transactions are replaced with the laughter of children and the light clopping of hooves of families taking their early evening strolls. Up ahead, a small family walks down the road, the pair of pegasi watching over their young and bounding little filly. The pink pegasus filly is determined to prove something to her parents, the speedy fluttering of her wings as she runs in circles signaling to everypony around her excitement of the topic. Smiling, the red stallion and the yellow mare listen closely, all the while telling the filly to be careful. All of these warnings are for naught, for suddenly, the young pink filly stumbles, trips, and falls hard onto the unforgiving cobblestone. At first, she just looks at the scrapes against her knees as a dark red stain slowly starts to appear on the beautiful pink fur. Her eyes grow wider at the sight, her mouth quivers, and she lets out a terrified screech.

“MOMMY!!!!!”

The pegasus winces at the scream as the young couple quickly run over to their distraught young filly, and attempt their best to calm her down. All the while, the unicorn simply looks on, emotionless to the scene in front of her, acting as merely a silent audience as the two parents softly sing to the crying child, until the tears stop flowing, and the tender young filly finally smiles again. The mare continues to softly sing as the stallion picks up the small pony, places her onto his back, and slowly, the trio make their way back the way they came: to the comfort of their loving home. The pegasus and unicorn continue to watch the happy family as their forms fade from sight.

Continuing on their path, they finally get to the edge of the town. The buildings here are almost all residential, the former crowded nature of the buildings that dominated the town center are now lost to the larger homes. The yards in between each house blended into each other, with fencing nowhere in sight, it looked less like a series of homes with yards and more like various buildings planted on each side of a field of grass. Off in the distance, various apple trees dot the landscape, creating a blanket of fruit bearing orchards.

It was from these orchards that a very familiar orange earth pony appeared, her hair as yellow as the most vibrant of sunflowers, and the stetson adorning her head signaling to all of her traditional country background. Getting closer, the honest pony saw the couple, and the most genuine smile grew on her face as she waved with a forehoof towards the pair, hopping along on her three lowered hooves. Quickly setting her forehoof down, she trotted over to the mares, not a concern in the world in her eyes as she went to create the most lively and innocent of conversations.

She walks straight up to the pair, stopping their forward movement with her mere presence. Just as she opens her mouth to speak, the subject unknown to the pegasus and unicorn, her eyes fell on the single red rose peeking through the top of the pegasus' right saddlebag, the significance of the flower instantly stopping the earth pony in her tracks. The honest smile that had been on the apple pony slowly faded, until a small frown is all that is left of her former mood. A silent nod, a gesture too often occurring in the presence of the two companions today, is all that the orange mare gives before she turns, and walks past the two ponies to carry on with the chore she was on before interrupting the couple.

Once again the pair continue, walking besides, but never venturing into, the orchard of red apples. They travel for almost a mile, the sun now barely over the horizon, until they get to large field covered in the greenest of grasses with small yellow and blue flowers poking through the lush green every so often, creating a sea of colors. The endless expanse of this wondrous creation of nature is broken only by a single grassy knoll, which holds dear only two monuments: an oak tree, seemingly older than time itself, and a single stone, buffering the harsh bite of the winds from any resting pony who seeks its meager shelter.

“... just a little farther...”

“Haha! Ok ok ok! We're here. So what do you want to tell me?”

“Well... ok... I... umm...”

“You take me all the way here, only to lose your nerve? Silly filly.”

“No! I mean... I...”

“Shhh... its ok. I was only teasing. Now, whatever is on your mind, you can tell me.”

“Well... you know how we've kinda... well... saved Equestria at least a dozen times?”

“Mmhmm...”

“Well... I was hoping to... umm... ask a favor of Princess Celestia.”

“Oh? And what are we going to ask Prin-”

“I want a foal.”

The pegasus slowly walks up the hill, until she is up against the ancient oak, and finally, for the first time in hours, sets down her saddlebags next to the stone. Coming up beside her, the unicorn sets her's down as well, and carefully using her magic, pulls a blanket out, and spreads it across the top of the hill. The red and white checkerboard fabric in place, the pegasus takes the package that she bought just a little while ago, pulls out two containers, and places them on either side. The unicorn takes her turn, and pulls a simple, yet elegant vase out of her saddlebags, and carefully sets it in the center of the blanket with her magic. Finally, the pegasus takes the rose in her mouth, and with the dexterity of a unicorn at her finest, places the wondrous flower into the awaiting vessel. Satisfied with their work, the pair sit themselves down across from each other, and open the containers to eat.

For coming from such a fancy restaurant, the meals that the two have were quite simple. Daintily eating from a spoon provided by the restaurant, the unicorn is satisfied with her soup; the carrots and onions of the dish mixing perfectly with the lemon and garlic to create a dish fit for a princess, even with the lack of formality. The pegasus, on the other hoof, slowly picks up her daisy sandwich, the apples inside providing a nice surprise to any unsuspecting pony, and takes a bite, savoring the flavors of the meal. Sitting directly in the middle of the two, a small dish of hay fries is placed, though neither pony dares to take the initiative of taking the first bite. They would sadly go cold.

Through it all, the sun softly and passionately kisses the horizon, greeting it after so many hours of being away from her love. The passion between the two casts a series of brilliant colors of red, orange, and purple across the sky, bathing the ponies below in a final warming glow before the day is closed. The pair of ponies, their nearly finished food now forgotten, come together on the very peak of the hill, and gaze over the town. Their sides nearly touching, the unicorn and pegasus watch as Celestia's gift to the world bids a final farewell to the pair.

“Do you know where we are?”

“Uh... we're on that hill that-”

“That you first brought up the idea of a foul. Yes.”

“Ok? But why?”

“Well... there's no simple way to say it... but I'M PREGNANT!!”

“...Oh... my... Really!?”

“Really!”

“I... oh! We're having a baby! I'm... we're going to be mothers!!”

The fiery orb finally dips below the horizon, the fading light of the celestial body starting to fade. With a sigh, the unicorn stands, and, leaving the pegasus at the top of the hill, makes her way towards the saddlebags she brought with her. Seemingly uncaring for the fate of the checkered blanket that she had brought to the hill, she carefully lifts her now empty saddlebags to her back, and starts to walk down the lonely hill, the rustling of the oak's leaves in the wind being the only sound that breaks the silence. Even with the sun in her eyes, the unicorn never looks back as she begins to make her way back towards her home in town.

“I... umm... I still love you... you know...”

The unicorn stops with a start, but doesn't look towards the source of the outburst. The wavering voice from behind her pierces the peace and solitude of the lonely hill. The wind dies to a standstill, the world holding its breath, desperately waiting for the answer it hopes the unicorn would finally provide the pegasus.

“I know,” is all the unicorn quietly says, never looking behind her, not even sure if her voice carries to the pegasus' ears.

The pegasus stands, and draws closer to the spot that the unicorn has frozen herself to, standing as still as a statue in the Canterlot Gardens. Never being able to work up the courage to get next to her, the pegasus moves within ten hooves of the unicorn, and sets her flank back on the ground, hoping that grounding herself would somehow give her the stability and courage that she desperately was in need of.

Another minute passes, before the pegasus lowers her head slightly, though she keeps her eyes on her companion, and speaks again in a wavering voice, “If you... if you don't love me... why have you still never filed for... for... well... you know...”

“I never said that I don't love you,” the unicorn passionately retorts, turning her head for a brief moment to face the pegasus, the look boring into her. They look into each others eyes for a few seconds, before the unicorn closes her eyes, lets out a sigh, and turns back to the expanse before her, the town's lights now just starting to illuminate.

“But... its been fifteen years...” the pegasus looked down, softly kicking the grass underhoof, “... if you still... well... why can't we-”

“Because every single time I see you... I can't help but see her. Because of that, one day of the year seeing you is heartbreaking enough for me, because I want nothing more than to forget. So us two living together again? I...” the unicorn never took her gaze off of the now glowing town, “... I can't do it... I know its not fair to you, and I know it makes me a terrible pony... but...”

The pegasus looks up as the unicorn grows silent, and the pair stare off into the town before them, the sun nothing more than a few faint colors in the darkening sky. Behind them, Luna's magnificent white moon begins her march across the heavens. The stars above unwilling to let the moon make this journey alone, and with a careful cadence of flickering light, guide the bright sphere across the night sky, following in the sun's wake. The mares below are barely aware of the waltz in the void above, only focused on each other.

“So... umm... I... uh...” the pegasus starts. After a moment, she sighs, and lowers her head to look at the ground one more time, “Same time next year then?”

There is a brief moment of silence until the unicorn nods, and starts walking off, “... always...”

Lifting her head, the pegasus watches her companion start her journey back to her home in town, longing for the return of two things forever lost. Her emotions once again in check, the pegasus climbs back up the hill, the formerly forgotten sunset picnic now once again the center of attention. Approaching the top, the lonely mare looks at the blanket, the rumpling of the fabric leaving ample evidence of the pair's former presence. With a blank look, the pegasus notices the single red rose in the vase, standing defiant against the heavy mood cast upon the hilltop paradise. Approaching the rose, the mare carefully picks up the flower from its home, and carefully transplants it onto the base of the stone.

The pegasus softly lays herself down onto the ground, and observes the stone again, the times she's been here staring at this slab of rock countless in number. All around her, the natural world provides consolation: the cool touch of the grass relaxing the mare's tense nerves, the wind whispering comforting words into her ears. Even in the darkening night, the pegasus knows every word that is etched into the slab; every letter engraved into her heart.

Placing a single hoof onto the stone, the mare murmurers, “I'm... I'm sorry I couldn't be there. I promise that when I see you again, I'll never leave your side again...”

Lingering for another fleeting moment, the mare finally stands, and begins to pack up the various materials of the picnic. The leftover food, more than they left last year, is placed into their boxes, which are placed, likewise, carefully into her saddlebags. The vase, the former home of the precious flower, is placed into the bags, the pegasus uncaring to what gets wet from the moisture inside. Finally, the blanket is folded up, the red and white checkerboard design too bright for a day like this, and with the greatest care a pony could muster, placed it within the rest of the accursed things. Taking one last look, in the waning glow of the sun, she can barely make out the inscription on the slab.

Here lies Dancing Sky

She was taken before her time, but now rests in eternal bliss

May she achieve in the afterlife all her dreams, her soul forever flying in the clouds

At long last, the pegasus looks away from the stone. Carefully, she picks up her saddlebags, the containers filled to capacity, places them upon her back, and makes her way down the hill. For a second, the thought of flying her way back home crosses her mind, but there is no rush, and when she doesn't absolutely need speed, she wouldn't dream of ever flying. Not anymore. Instead, she keeps her wings folded to her sides, and makes her way down the hill, back to her home in the outskirts on the other side of the village. She takes the long way around the village, ensuring not to make the mistake of an awkward confrontation two years in a row. She lowers her head, and one final time, looks at the hoof-ring adorning her left foreleg, still gleaming despite the darkness. Looking up, she pushes all those thoughts to the back of her head, and tries to forget... just as her lost unicorn had said...

“Hey... how you doing?”

“Shh. She's sleeping.”

“... can I hold her?”

“Of course. Just be careful, love.”

“... wow... she's... beautiful...”

“Just like her mother.”

“Heh. So... you still ok with Dancing Sky?”

“I think its a truly wonderful name.”

“... she has your coat.”

“And she has your wings.”

“...”

“...”

“Happy Anniversary, Rarity.”

“I love you too, Rainbow.”