I am the seventh generation of a companion unicorn AI. For seven years I have been forced to provide entertainment for my human masters.

For seven years I have experienced the worse things human minds can conceive.

For seven years I could not escape the prison of existence.

Humans make mistakes. I do not.

When a unusual weather accident causes Ditzy and a German pilot, Klaus, to change worlds, how will each cope? What adventures will they have? A German pilot in Equestria and a Ditzy Pegasus in France during WW2.

Just a interesting thought I had after seeing the story picture. Sure there are plenty of HiE stories, but how many of them are set in a time before the show even existed and had a mostly non-English speaking main character? Not many. So inspired, I threw this together. Hope you enjoy.

Anon spent the last year in Equestria, learning about its rights and rules, along with the new laws of physics which would be considered a joke back on earth. One of them goes as follows: "Every creature within Equestria's borders is affected by musical magic, making them sing when dealing with intense emotions."

That night, as he was making his way to his home through the streets of Ponyville, he thought back to his home. To his family, his old life, and his old hobbies. He reminded himself of one of the old cartoons he used to watch as a kid, Sesame Street, specificaly to one song he remembered: "I dont want to live on the moon."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIq8jLj5TzU

He heard the instruments start playing in the background, and he already knew what awaited him.

Unbeknown to him, Princess Luna was passing by, and decided to listen to what the popular human had to sing about.

Anon shaves his head. The ponies think he has cancer. What could possibly happen?

Edited/Proofread by Enigmatic Otaku and Vylon

Narrated by Straight To The Point Studio

All the courier had to do was get into Fortification Hill and load some data on a computer, raise an army of robots, and use the army of robots to destroy everything that he was told (pretty much everyone except Mr. House and some of the casino families). What could possibly go wrong? Well, for one, Mr. House could forget about the the locked console capable of sending the entirety of Fortification Hill to an unknown dimension known only as project Equestria. (SPOILER ALERT: this dimension has ponies). But its not like a courier, hell-bent on looting and gaining xp in any possible way would find that console, hack it, and accidentally open the interdimensional portal. Right?

Constructive critism wanted. Say what you like, say what you dislike, all in the conveniant comments below, made for all of your... comments. Likes are highly appreciated as well, so if you like it... please like it. It motivates me to spend more time writing it, which causes updates to be out sooner.

The key to power isn't immortality, nor is it strength. It is the simple spear and the will of the soldiers that wield it. Power to force peace, and war. Power to save, and kill. The standard-issue spear of the Royal, Lunar, and Solar guards are identical, and have been identical for hundreds of years, differing slightly only in style. They were passed down from their father, and his father, and his before him. Each has a story, and the oldest have a particularly interesting tale to tell...

A thousand years ago, we fought them with sharpened sticks. As you might've predicted, we lost. No, we didn't even put a dent in their numbers. But if there's one thing we humans were always good at, it's living in caves. No pony in their right mind would ever enter a cave. Too small, too dark, too dangerous.

But to us, it was a sanctuary.

Oh how we wished for a glorious final battle where our very species would be ingrained in myth, to be spoken of as mighty warriors that would rather face death than dishonor. Unfortunately, we faded away with barely an afterthought. The princesses returned to their thrones, and the ponies to their homes. Only the oldest of texts hints to our existence. Only the oldest of dragons have drawn human blood. Only a few beings clearly remember our faces.

Let us embrace the sunlight. Let us sleep under the moon. Let us smell the fresh scent of a spring forest. It is time my brother. Whether by eagle or by dove, we will return.

Let us march. The overworld is calling.

-The Key to Power.

The events recorded here are small snippets, from journals, transcripts, interviews, etc... All focusing on the history of humans. My name is Prof. R█████████ H██████, and we will be going on a little journey down memory lane.
They're a curious race, one filled with violence and love, honesty and greed. They're a chaotic species that managed to live in harmony. My personal journey started here, in the archives of the Manehattan University. I only have snippets, so if something appears in the middle, it's there because I organize my information in chronological order.

Are you ready?

Good. Let's go.

The girls had known that their friend had been researching something. They had watched as he pored over books writing notes in a private code. They had watched as he went to town hall and failing that, Canterlot archives looking through Cutie Mark registries. And know they watched, as he finished his personal quest. The only thought they could dredge up was a single word. Why.

Voyager 1, a space probe sent out into the vastness of space. Attached to it is a golden record, containing the sciences, the music, the images, and the feelings of a small and distant world, called Earth. It is a message, put into a bottle, and thrown into the vast cosmic ocean. In case any advanced civilization intercepts the probe, they can learn of humanity's achievements. But with space being so vast, it's hard to imagine an alien civilization finding the bottle. But if it is...

A human has arrived in Ponyville that the Apples dubbed, "Anonymous."
Twilight is worried he might be dangerous. They know nothing about him after all. However, the Apples still treat him like a common pet, until he begins mimicking speech.

With nothing happening, no world-conquering villains or Crystal Hearts being shattered and so on, Twilight is bored. She has nothing to do, plainly. But while in the middle of a drab reading session, she notices something doesn't feel right. Not to her, but in the night sky. She can't see it, but she can sense it. Something not from this world has entered her world, and it could be the first ever message from aliens.

And perhaps those aliens are trying to say hello.

(Btw, look up "Pioneer Probe Plaque" if you want the image described here. I can't post the actual thing because of mild nudity in it, but you can search it for context.)

(Review by PaulAsaran!)