If you ever thought you wouldn't meet the literal personification of the Sun, you were wrong. There he was—standing all bright and mighty at your doorstep. It was late at night—probably the most convenient time for him to stop by.

He seemed angry. Like, genuinely furious with you.

"You have two choices. Don't say a word and come with me, or watch as the planet you call home shrivels up into nothingness." Sol hissed, running a hand through his light blonde hair.

Would you go with him?