The Light of the Night

by LunarGaurd

Rating: teen
Tags: Romance, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 478

I'm a Photophobic in a world of bright talking magical ponies ruled by a sun goddess.... What did I to in a past life to deserve this fresh hell?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-29 15:44:41 UTC

Prologe - About me

Hey everybody, this bit here is just me telling you all about myself so... ya, not much is gonna happen here and you all will get this information eventually in the rest of the story so you don't need to read this, but you will be less lost at the beginning so it's recommended.

I'm 17 years old and my name is Solaris, weird name for a human, I know. But I'm no normal human either.

You see, I'm Photophobic. For thous of you who don't know, that is the irrational fear of light. Yup you read that right,

I'm afraid of light.

Turns out my parents had a sick sense of humor. Because they named there Photophobic son Solaris, then dumped me at an orphanage! They only left a note saying what my name is and nothing else.

As you can imagine, this results in me getting bullied a lot everywhere I go. Whether it's school, the orphanage, or the streets. Not even the teachers or principle care much about me getting bullied. If you're wondering why I haven't killed myself yet, it's because I'm to much of a cowered to do so.

In all honesty, the only things I'm good at is being a cowered, taking a beating, and slight of hand. That last one is actually how I got my current attire, witch you probably want to know what that is.

My only set of clothing is what I'm currently wearing (obviously), I have black steel toed combat boots, black cargo pants, midnight blue gloves, midnight purple long sleeved shirt, and a midnight blue zipper hoodie with an extra large hood to shield my face. Why all the dark colors? Because dark is the opposite of light and I find comfort in the shadows and the night. Let me see if I can explain it to you.

When I'm in the dark of the night or surrounded by shadows or darkness, it feels like I'm wearing an impenetrable suit of armor. Like the darkness it's self is bending it's self to surround and grab hold of me, like it never want's to let me go. Like it wants to keep me safe from whatever lies beyond the 'light at the end of the tunnel', so to speak.

I've never been afraid of the so called, 'denizens of the dark' either. Just the opposite actually, thinking about them and imagining them near me makes me feel even safer.

When I'm in the light it feels like someone striped me naked and dropped me in front of a firing squad gagged and bound, then injected me with a gallon of glutamate. (The main chemical for fear)

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Like I said, I'm not a normal human. And to further support that point, let me tell you about my last day on earth.....