>AK stared at the words across her typewriter as they came out
>This ws stupid
>Daring Do wasn't the kind of mare to do any of this
>Maybe she wasn't a loner, but she wouldn't open up so quickly to someone she'd just met
>It was hard to tell where Daring ended and Yearling began
>At times it felt as if Daring was just a placeholder name, a fake persona for her adventuring
>Almost invalidating Yearling's existence
>She'd become Daring Do
>Of course the events in her books were at times exaggerated, and Daring was a little more... daring than Yearling could ever be
>And even here, with this fictional, perfected version of herself, she was alone
>Yearling pulled the sheet out of typewriter and crumpled it up angrily
>She hated that she'd ever put ink to paper and created this monster that consumed her being
>A goal to which she could never live up, and one where she could still never get what she wanted most
>Daring was confident and tough in the face of danger, when Yearling was timid and just wanted to go home
>Daring fought the bad guys head-on when Yearling desperately looked for a way out
>And Daring could get any colt she wanted while Yearling sat on a waiting list for Cadance
>Yearling rested her head on the tabls with a tired groan
>A simple bit of wish fulfillment put to paper had ruined her for the evening
>If only she were more like Daring
>Yearling walked into her kitchen and got herself some orange juice
>She stared into the cup for a long time, hoping for answers from the drink
>Nothing
>She took a sip from the cup, savoring the overpriced elixir for all it was worth
>A letter slid under the door, stamped with the seal of the princess of love
>Yearling looked back and forth from the orange juice to the letter
>Maybe it did have answers yet
>AK picked up the envelope, pulling off the wax seal and unwrapping the letter
>Dear AK Yearling,
>I hope this letter finds you well, as it found me in stressful bind. Your number has finally been pulled, and there has been an issue in the collections department. Your human, Anon, is nowhere to be found on Earth and I fear he may have already been taken by hired husbando hunters. Worse yet, the crystal heart is having a great deal of trouble locking onto the frequency of his heart which leads me to believe something has gone terribly wrong with his psyche.
>I hope for the best for your human but things do not look well, luckily, you happen to be just the mare for the job. I know if anyone can find him it'll be you. All I am able to find out is that he's west of gryphonstone.
>Even if Anon has been defiled or broken beyond repair, I ask that you find him and bring him back, even if you no longer want him. Seeing what can happen to humans caught by husbando hunters makes you realize just how fragile they really are and I want to make sure he's okay.
>Good luck,
>Princess Cadance
 
>Yearling stared at the letter first in anger, then in sadness
>Of course her one chance at happiness would get stolen by some hook-beaked catbird
>Of course that would happen
>It only made sense that Yearling just wasn't allowed to ever be happy
>AK set the letter down next to her typewriter and sat on the couch to think
>But mostly stare at her hooves and cry