I am here Daddy, I found you

by Kapuchu

Rating: everyone
Tags: Original Character, Sad, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1154

A little filly is running through the world in an attempt to find her Daddy.

Hooves thundered across the grassy hills. Wails of sadness was heard.
The screams of somepony who have lost the only thing that has ever mattered to them.

"WHERE ARE YOU?" Was heard again and again, carried by the wind to far off places.

This is a tale of a small filly, looking for her Daddy.

Edit: The cover art was a request made to Ruirik, to whom I'm thankful for going through with it :)

Published 2013-01-15 20:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-15 20:40:01 UTC

I am here Daddy, I have found you

I am here Daddy, I have found you

A small Pegasus filly ran across the green fields with the two armies on each of the two big hills on either side of her. The gryphons to her right, and the ponies to the left. Both armies stopped to look as the small filly ran across the fields between them, paying no attention to either of them, no recognition of their existence. Not a glance, not a flicker of her ear.

This filly had other things on her mind.

The little pony ran across the fields, her auburn mane and tail billowed behind her like a curtain by the open window on a Spring morning. Her pale yellow coat was glistening with sweat, reflecting the rays of the setting sun.
Her heart was hammering, her breathing laboured and her mind blank. She had but one goal, one destination. She would look for him, she would find him and she would hug him after so very long.

The little filly would find her father.

The filly with no Cutie Mark reached a small town. A quaint little community where everypony knew everypony. She asked around, ‘Have you seen my father?’ but time and time again the answer was no.
Nopony had seen her father, nopony had heard of him and nopony knew him.

“Why did you leave me!?” She would scream into the night, letting the distraught thoughts of a lone child, into the physical world in the form of her angry screams and wails. “Where are you!?”
At night, she would let her screams be heard. She would have the world listen to her pain, cursing it for what it had done to her, what it had taken from her.

The filly left the town and continued her search. She ran across fields of beautiful flowers, lilies and daisies, sunflowers and even a few roses. She ran across large plains of grass, through bright green forests with tall and proud trees, through which the wind whistled its’ happy and sad tunes

The filly ran a ran, crossing many places at which she would have stopped and watched, walked through them slowly, in wonder. She would’ve basked in the beauty of the nature that passed by her. She would have laughed and squealed as her dad would put his strong forelegs around her barrel, and carried her into the skies where she would buzz her own wings, pretending that she was the one flying. She would have lied in the grass, pressed up against his barrel with his legs holding her in protective embrace that whispered the promise ‘I will always be there for you’.

In the forest they would have played hide and seek. The father would hide in the trees, sitting on the branches that was just out of view and hidden behind leaves of the great oaks. As the filly would search, he would whistle to get her attention, then quickly fly off to another tree and whistle again.
The filly would immediately run to the tree and look up, trying to find him, but he would already be gone, off to the next tree.

In the large flower fields, they would have trotted around peacefully, smelling all the different flowers, plucking some and making bouquets and rings of flowers. He would make a beautiful one of all the different colours in the rainbow, and drape it across his daughter’s neck, and she would make one for him with her uncertain hooves. It would be a disaster but he would laugh and say it was beautiful, and happily put it around his own neck, just to show how much she loved her.

But neither of those things happened. The small Pegasus filly could only run and run, searching high and low for her father.
She buzzed her wings in an attempt to speed up. She knew that her father was down in that valley in front of her. Her hooves kicked up dirt as she ran. Her wings buzzed furiously, pushing her forward even more.

The little filly kept on running towards the valley. ‘I have to find you Daddy!’ was all that went through her head ‘I’m going to find you Daddy!’
As the little filly made her way into the depths of the valley, she was met with murky brown water, and sick looking trees. She was in a brown and ugly swamp where every small bush held a pair of red eyes, staring menacingly at the filly, where every snap of a twig made one jump in surprise.

Had her father been there, he would’ve carried her on his back. He would talk to her in a soothing voice as he made his way through the muddy waters. He would point at trees around them, pointing out the ones that looked like they had funny faces.
The filly would laugh at it all, and the dark and scary swamp would be replaced by a muddy place, filled with funny faces and other entertaining things.

But despite not finding her Daddy, the filly kept running. She ran and ran, she ate only what she could and only should when she was forced to. She was exhausted and tired. She couldn’t keep running anymore, but she still did.
She had no choice, she had to find her father. It was all she had to do, then everything would be okay, then everything would return to normal, everything would return to the way they were before the war. They could return home and they would live together.

Daddy would take care of her. Daddy would make her life all better again. She would no longer have to run, she would no longer have to look for him.

The filly had been searching for so long. She had been running, driving herself to the brink of exhaustion. She had cut her hooves on sharp rocks, scraped her knees when she fell.
It had been months, but she had finally found him, she had finally found her Daddy.

On top of the hill not far from her sat her Daddy. The setting sun casting its last orange and purple rays of light across the sky.
The filly walked up the hill, trotting hesitantly towards her Daddy with tears threatening to spill over. It had been so long since she had seen him, she had been searching for so long and she had finally found him.

With a few hesitant steps, she made it the last few steps and threw her hooves around him, and she cried. She cried her heart out, cried for how she had lost her Daddy, and how she had found him again.

“I am here Daddy, I have found you.” She said

But no answer came from the stone with only six words written on it.

Here Lies Amare

A Loving Father