Art of a Sun's Love Volume 1

AUGUST 2, 2038

"I can't believe uncle Rocky was the reason you and dad didn't meet each other until high school," said Venus.

"If he ever gave me a gift, I wouldn't accept it," said Mars.

"He's not smart enough to give people gifts," joked Venus.

Just then, the phone rang. Vincent was the one who picked it up.

"Hello?" Then he heard an all-familiar regal-sounding voice on the other end.

"Hello, Vincent."

"Oh, hi there, Rarity! It's been ages, hasn't it?"

"Indeed it has," said Rarity, "how have things been for your family, Vincent?"

"Rather well," said Vincent, "we've been telling the children about our pasts."

"Are you really? That's most intriguing."

"So how are you?" asked Vincent.

"Business is doing fantastically, Vincent, especially after Silver Spoon's display last week. Oh! My husband is here with me too. Would you like to speak with him?"

"Sure," said Vincent, "put him on. It's Rarity and Math Equation," he told Sunset, putting his hand over the mouthpiece for a brief moment. After a few seconds, he heard a different voice.

"Hey Vincent."

"Hey there, Math Equation, what's up?"

"Nothing too much," said Math Equation.

"Just out of sight, are you?" Vincent joked.

"No, but good one," laughed Math, "so what's this I hear about you telling the kids about the past?"

Vincent quickly explained about Dawn's meeting with the Dazzlings from yesterday.

"I see," said Math Equation, "mind if we come over and add to the story?"

"Doesn't Rarity have her own business to run?" asked Vincent, "I mean, her shop is usually open until 10 in the evening."

"I'll ask her if Spike can cover for her," said Math Equation.

"Alright," said Vincent, "we'll see you then, man."

"Alrighty," said Math. Once Math hung up, Vincent put the phone down on the receiver.

"Looks like we're getting two more visitors today," he told Comet and his family.

"Yay!" cheered the children.

After about a half an hour, a 2016 Rolls Royce Phantom pulled into the driveway, painted white with dark purple trimmings and tire rims. Out of the car stepped out Rarity Belle and her husband Math Equation. Both were at the age of forty-three; Rarity had dark indigo hair and moderate azure eyes whilst Math had brown hair (that was slightly graying) and matching brown eyes.

Vincent was waiting outside the front door for them.

"Hello, you two," he said, "glad you could come."

"I love what you've done with the place, Vincent," said Rarity, "much better looking than it did when you and Sunset inherited it twenty years ago."

"Thank you," said Vincent, "follow me, please."

The two followed him inside.

"Rarity! Math!" said Twilight, "It's good to see you again."

"It's wonderful to see you as well, Twilight," said Rarity, "how have you been?"

"Oh, we've been doing spectacularly," said Twilight, "how's the Boutique been?"

"Business has been a bit slow as of late," said Rarity, "so Spike shouldn't have any problems."

"Hi there, Uncle Math!" Twilight V ran up to the brown-haired man and hugged him.

"Hello, little one," said Math, "how have you been?"

"I've been doing great," said Twilight V, "what's your story? Does it have a happy ending? How'd you and Rarity meet?"

"One at a time," chuckled Math.

"Actually, I feel it'd make sense to start from the beginning," said Flash, noticing his eldest daughter's enthusiasm.

"Very well then," said Math. He and Rarity soon sat on a couch and this is what he told the younger generation...

AUGUST 24, 2009

Math Equation and his family came from Baltimore, Maryland. He was the younger of two boys at the age of fourteen with brown hair and eyes, and he wore a blue T-shirt with the number 218 on it over a teal long-sleeve shirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes.

Not too long ago, his family moved to Rainbow Falls and he had been enrolled into Canterlot High School, under recommendation from Principal Celestia McCracken. Math was a little nervous about going to CHS; he wasn't used to this environment and so he felt anxious as he waited for the next train to take him to school.

Canterlot and Rainbow Falls had a light rail service that had been established in 1989, and had taken around fourteen years to develop. The mainline ran from Canterlot to Rainbow Falls, with stops such as Canterlot High and the Rainbow Falls Convention Center in between. From Canterlot, the line splits to go to either Crystal Park or Downtown Canterlot; meanwhile, from Rainbow Falls, the line splits to go either to Dodge Junction or Everfree, along with a junction to Appleloosa between Rainbow Falls and Dodge Junction.

Although the trains running the light rail were primarily two or three diesel electric units, there was also a heritage steam service that regularly ran on the weekends.

On this Monday morning, Math Equation sat on the platform of Rainbow Falls Convention Center Station, close to where his family lived.

"Will anyone accept me?" he asked to no one in particular, "Will I even fit in?"

His thoughts were interrupted when a horn and then a bell sounded from the distance.

"Must be my train," he said, standing up. The train came to a stop and the doors opened.

"The 204 stopping at Everfree, Rainbow Falls, Canterlot, and Downtown Canterlot has now arrived at Rainbow Falls Convention Center," said the announcer, "please mind the gap between the train and the platform."

Math got onto the train and sat down. A buzzer rang to inform the passengers that the doors were closing, and with the ring of the bell, the train set off for Canterlot High School.

"Well," said Math to himself, "here we go."

Several stops later, the train arrived at Canterlot High School. The doors opened, and along with Math, several other students and the odd teacher got off of the train onto the platform.

"This is it," said Math to himself, "might as well make the best of it." He walked up to the front door, stopped, and took a deep breath before pushing on the door. But there was a problem...

"Why won't this stupid door- Oh, wait..."

Embarrassed, and hoping nobody saw him, Math hastily opened the door and quickly walked inside the school.

"How embarrassing," he muttered, "trying to push a 'pull' door open..."

Unfortunately, he didn't look where he was going, and bumped into someone else, both falling to the ground.

"Whoa!"

Math got to his knees and noticed he ran into a boy about his age with blue hair and eyes. With him was another boy with darker blue hair and green eyes. Yep, it was Flash Sentry and Soarin.

"What did you do that for?" asked Flash.

"Er, sorry!" exclaimed Math, "I didn't see you there!"

"Sure you didn't," snorted Flash, "trying to pick a fight with me, eh? Well, it won't work."

"Hey, lighten up, Flash," said Soarin, "he said he was sorry."

Flash merely rolled his eyes.

"Sorry about him," said Soarin to Math Equation, "Flash is a nice guy, really, but he can be pretty stubborn."

"I heard that, Soarin!"

"Er, excuse me," said Math, "I'm looking for the gym for freshman orientation."

"We're on our way there ourselves!" said Soarin, "Wanna join us?"

"But Soarin-"

"Sure, why not?" smiled Math.

"Soarin, why'd you let him join?" asked Flash with annoyance.

"It won't kill you to give people a chance," said Soarin, "plus, the guy's probably lost."

At least there's someone who's nice, Math thought to himself. Flash sighed with annoyance, but reluctantly let Math join them.

"Oh, alright," he said at last.

"Thanks, guys," smiled the teenage brunette, "oh, and name's Math Equation."

"I'm Soarin," said the blue haired boy with green eyes, "and this is Flash Sentry."

"Nice to meet you both," said Math.

"I guess," muttered Flash.

After the orientation, the three boys made their way to their first classes.

"Flash and I are taking English and Writing as our first class," said Soarin, "what about you?"

"Same thing," replied Math, "although, I'm a bit worried..."

"Why?" asked Soarin, but then he took a glance at Flash.

"Oh... Well, if it makes you feel better, why don't I sit between you two?"

"Thanks," said Math. The three boys entered the classroom and sat down; first was Flash, then Soarin, and lastly Math. Other students also entered the room and sat before a man in his mid-thirties, their teacher, with dark magenta hair and moderate green eyes.

"Good morning, students," said the teacher, "welcome to English and Writing. My name is Written Script."

"Good morning, Mr. Script," said the students.

"We'll start off with roll call," said Mr. Script, looking over the list of students. One by one, he called out their names, and those mentioned called out either "Here!" or "Present," or a variant, as did Flash, Math, and Soarin when their names were called out.

The rest of the day, in spite of bumping into Flash by accident, was mostly uneventful for Math Equation. A few of his other classes included drama with Octavia Melody, chemistry with Discord, and, true to his namesake, arithmetic with Blue Moon.

At last, the school day was over; some students went to their cars (usually either juniors or seniors), whilst others waited to be picked up by their parents, and some went to the station to board the train home.

"I'm actually staggered by our schedules," said Math to Soarin, "we get six classes on Mondays, and yet on Tuesdays and Thursdays, we have our odd-numbered classes whilst on Wednesdays and Fridays, we have our even-numbered classes."

"I hear that's how the high school system works," Soarin shrugged, "I dunno, I don't come up with stuff like that."

"It's really weird," said Flash.

Soarin lived at Downtown Canterlot, so he went onto the eastbound platform whilst Flash and Math were on the westbound platform. There was an awkward silence.

"So... how'd your day go?" asked Math, hoping to break the ice with Flash.

"Pretty well," said Flash.

"You're not still sore about me bumping into you by accident, are you?" asked Math, feeling a bit more anxious.

"What do you think?" grumbled Flash.

"Look, I said I was sorry, okay? Can't you just let it slide like it never happened?"

"I'm not in the mood for your crap, okay?" snapped Flash.

"What are you talking about?" asked Math. Apart from bumping into Flash by accident, Math had very much done nothing wrong as far as he knew.

But before Flash could reply, the train's bell sounded and it came to a stop at the platform.

Saved by the bell, Math thought to himself. The two boys boarded the train and it soon departed. They were in the same unit, but Flash sat far away from Math and continued to glare at him, once again making the other boy feel nervous.

Math was relieved when the train stopped at the Rainbow Falls Convention Center. He walked onto the platform and there stood a man about three or four years older than him. He had dark brown hair like Math, but his eyes were icy blue, his physique was more bulky, and he wore black pants, a white T-shirt, and a black leather jacket. The jacket's sleeves both had black lining with yellow and blue on the outside, and it also had a blue and yellow "C - Wondercolts" patch.

"Hey there, little brother!" said the man, giving Math a tight hug.

"Hey, Masked Puck," said Math, "uh, could you let go? Too... tight..."

"Oops," said Masked Puck, loosening his grip, "sorry."

"It's fine," said Math, "ah!" he groaned, straightening his back.

"How'd it go for your first day, Math?"

Math told him about the Flash Sentry situation, and even provided his physical description. By the time Math had finished, Masked Puck scowled at what the jerk had said about his little brother.

"So, this chump thinks he can insult my little brother whenever he wants to?" he asked angrily, "We'll just see about that."

Early the next morning, Math decided to have breakfast at a local cafe.

"Maybe today will be better for me," he told himself. He probably shouldn't have said that, as like yesterday, he ran into somebody.

"Oof! Oh no," he cried, "not again!"

"What do you mean, 'again'?" the person he ran into asked. This was a twelve year old Vincent van Colt.

"I bumped into some guy called Flash Sentry and he didn't take kindly to it," said Math Equation, "even after I said sorry."

"Flash can be very stubborn at times," said Vincent, "but he really is a nice guy."

"If only I could share you optimis- wait, back up! You know Flash?"

"I'm his brother!" laughed the preteen, "Name's Vincent."

"I'm Math Equation," said the older boy, and he and Vincent shook hands.

"And I'm Fictionary!" said a voice from behind Math. Math jumped and noticed an eight year old girl with a cheeky smile on her face.

"Oh, hi, there," said Math, still startled by the sudden surprise.

"Nice to meet ya," said Fictionary.

"Yes, well, anyway," said Vincent, "I'll have a word with Flash about this later. I know how you feel about being harassed by people you bump into by accident, though my experience was much worse."

And he told him about his incident with the bullies.

"Sorry to hear about what happened to you," said Math.

"It's alright," said Vincent, "those jerks got what they deserved."

"I bet they did," said Math, "do you come here often?"

"Not usually early in the mornings," explained Vincent, "we had a bit of a kitchen fire yesterday afternoon, so mom and dad can't cook meals until the kitchen is fixed. It was pretty minor, so our house isn't damaged too badly."

"That's good at least," said Math.

Suddenly, Math saw Flash again.

"You again!" exclaimed Flash.

"Flash, it's okay," said Vincent, "Math Equation's my friend."

Flash wasn't sure what to say when he heard that.

"Come on, big bro; can't you be a little more open-minded?"

Flash didn't have an answer for that.

"I... think I overstayed my hello," said Math, picking up what he'd ordered from the counter, "it was nice meeting you, Vincent and Fictionary." With that, he raced away.

"He seemed like a nice fella," said Fictionary after what felt like eternity.

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It was the end of the first week of school. Flash had rushed out of the building, hoping to get to the local ice cream parlor before all the best flavors were sold out. He was running quick as he could, but didn't look where he was going and bumped into somebody.

"Hey! Watch out!"

"Sorry," said Flash.

The person he'd run into was Masked Puck, who looked very cross. The bigger boy took a glance at Flash.

"Hey! You're the guy who messed with my little brother, aren't ya?!" snarled Masked Puck.

"Little brother?" asked Flash, "You mean that Math Equation guy?"

"You got it in one, bluey," sneered Masked Puck, "you'll be sorry for messing with him!"

"Hey look!" said Flash, "I didn't mean it!"

Masked Puck growled angrily, which was more than enough to make Flash run off in fear.

"Get back here!" shouted Masked Puck, giving chase.

At that moment, Vincent and Fictionary were walking out as well.

"Boy, I love strawberry," said Fictionary.

"Butterscotch is a good flavor too," said Vincent.

"At least it doesn't sound silly like pistachio," said Fictionary.

"Yeah," laughed Vincent, "if not for the temperature, you'd think it was wasabi!"

Fictionary giggled. "That's another silly word. Wasabi!"

Just then, they saw Math.

"Hey there, Math!" Vincent called out to him. Math turned around and waved back. Unfortunately, the pleasant atmosphere wouldn't last long...

"Help! Help!"

Vincent turned and saw Flash running and screaming his head off as someone bigger than him chased him down.

"Flash?!"

"Masked Puck?!"

Suddenly, Flash tripped over a stone and landed on the ground with a thud. Then he felt himself being picked up and turned around so he was now facing Masked Puck, who promptly lifted him by the shirt collar.

"Got ya now, bluey," the big bully sneered, cackling at having his quarry in his grasp.

"H-hey, come on, man!" said Flash, laughing nervously, "Can't we have a doughnut over this like, you know, gentlemen?"

"This is what happens when you mess with my little brother!" shouted Masked Puck. Without warning, he gave Flash a swift punch to the stomach, making him groan in pain.

"Gah!" he cried.

Masked Puck just laughed and was about to go for another punch, but...

"Hey! What the-"

"You leave our brother alone, you big bully!"

Vincent had come up from behind Masked Puck and held a grip tight as he could around his arm. Fictionary had also joined Vincent and was now on top of Masked Puck, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Hey!" shouted Masked Puck, "Get off of me!"

Because he was distracted, Masked Puck let go of Flash, who quickly went to help his younger siblings in bringing the bully down. It wasn't long before...

"Everybody stop!"

Suddenly, all at once, Masked Puck and the Sentry siblings froze in place. There stood Math Equation, hands on hips and very cross.

"What on earth is going on?" he demanded.

In true bully fashion, Masked Puck figured he could act innocent.

"I was merely teaching Flash a lesson," he said.

"Did you have to go that far just to 'teach' him?"

"But he was rude to you!" objected Masked Puck, "Nobody is rude to my brother and gets away with it!"

"I get that you care for me," said Math, "but two wrongs never make a right."

"But three rights make a left," giggled Fictionary.

"Now's not the time for a bad joke!" groaned Vincent.

"What? I'm just trying to relieve the tension."

"Either you lighten up on these guys," said Math, "or I'll tell mom about 'you-know-what'."

Masked Puck's eyes were wide as plates. "Y-you wouldn't dare!" he spluttered.

"Try me," grinned Math.

Masked Puck just stood in shock as the Sentry siblings got off of him. Reluctantly, Masked Puck muttered an apology, loud enough so they heard him, and he walked off without another word.

"Thank goodness for that," sighed Vincent with relief.

"Sorry about him," said Math, "he's a nice guy, really."

"Could have fooled me," snorted Flash.

"Oh, come on, Flash," groaned Vincent.

"It's your fault he attacked you in the first place," added Fictionary, "all because you were rude to Math after he bumped into you by accident."

"Actions can have consequences," agreed Vincent.

Flash groaned with dismay; he didn't like being told off by his younger siblings, but very reluctantly, he apologized.

"Sorry I was rude to you," he muttered to Math.

Math didn't answer, but he did give a small smile, meaning that things were cool between them. However, peace between them wouldn't last forever when it came to romance, but that's another story.