An Affinity With the Sun: Act I: Chapter II

~An Affinity With the Sun~
{Act I}
[Chapter II]
|Deprivation of Happiness|
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>You spin on the balls of your feet to face her
>She stands there, head held high above you
"You did this!"
>"Correct, my love~"
>She's delighted that you've acknowledge her actions of love
"Why? I lost my job, my house, I don't have anything now!"
>You raise your voice, something you've haven't done your entire stay here in Equestria
>Between the day's stress and annoyances, you haven't been angry with anyone
>But this was the exception
>She giggles to herself
>"That's right Anonymous. You have nothing. Which means there is nothing to distract you from my love!"
>You recoil
>That's what this is about
>But you'll be damned if you give in to her ludicracy
"How is taking everything from me 'love'?! You're insane you silly ol' horse!"
>She does nothing but take pleasure in your attention
>"Oh look at us, arguing like an old married couple."
>She says gleefully
>It just makes you writhe in anger though
>"My plan is brilliant, my dear. Slowly, I will take everything from you. Everything you possess, and everyone you love. I will take them all from you. And slowly, you will break and succumb to my love!"
>She laughs triumphantly
>It's apparent that Sun Horse has gone absolutely crazy
>Her laughter dies and she focuses her gaze on you
>"Come dear, your new life awaits with me~"
>She motions towards the palace with her wing
"I'm not going anywhere with you!"
>You walk past her and you can swear you can hear her heart snap
>The distance grows between the two of you
>"You can't run from my love Anonymous. Soon, I will be everything you want, and need."
>She waves at you with her hoof before you exit her sight
>"I love him."

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>A week has passed
>You now live in a homeless shelter
>It would be an understatement to say you weren't depressed about your current condition
>You're trying your hardest to fall into routine to forget about everything that's happened
>But you can't help but think she's watching
>And right you are
>You can feel her eyes digging into the back of your head from Canterlot's tallest spire
>You can see clouds in the sky that display your name with hearts
>And the abundance of flowers that come in the mail every few hours
>You've made a few friends
>One pony with broken legs
>Another with an addiction to your hands
>And another who reminds you of an English kid back home
>This is your band of misfits
>But after the third day of your stay, you were told they had been given homes by the government
>Strange
>You now stand in the cafeteria washing dishes
>You take on more chores than you need to around the establishment
>Though you're more than happy to
>The small talk and idle chit chat you have with other ponies is enough to ease your pain
>Suddenly a large clamor begins to rise in the outside
>Finishing the rest of your dishes, you join the growing crowed outside of the shelter
>It's her
>"Good morning my faithful subjects."
>She gives a warm, motherly smile
>A smile that sends a chill down your spine
>She scans the crowd for your face
>Which she immediately finds as you try to avoid her
>The supervisor sheepishly bows to the Princess and inquires her visit to his humble shelter
>"I have come to give you all homes and a new life!"
>Immediately the crowd bursts with praise for the Sun
>"Come with me my subjects, we have a long day of house shopping ahead of us."
>Everyone rushes past you to her side and they embark on their new lives
>Leaving you alone
>She looks over her shoulders back at you
>Smiling, as if to say "You can not escape my love."

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>Three days have passed
>The shelter is now empty other than the supervisor and yourself
>You're informed that the shelter is closing down due to no one being homeless
>Except you
>Due to your address being burned into the ground, you never received your severance check
>You now roam the streets of Canterlot
>A dirty hobo
>No money or possessions other than the clothes on your back
>You lay on a park bench, your bed for a couple of nights
>The night is cold and you close in on yourself for warmth
>It helps, though only a little
>You are moments away from sleep until you feel a foreign warmth against your back
>Instant realization hits you, but before you can act you faint into darkness