Hello there, fellow viewers! This is soniccore27 here, with my first fanfiction EVAH! I've been so excited to start this project, and now I'm finally starting! I'm very new at the writing business, so any constructive criticism and comments are welcome.

Note: SONIC APPEARS IN CHAPTER 2 FOR ALL WHO ARE CONCERNED. READING THE FIRST CHAPTER WILL GIVE IMPORTANT CLUES, BACKGROUND INFO, AND CHARACTER SUBSTANCE THAT WILL LATER BE USED IN THE STORY. READING THIS CHAPTER IS NOT ESSENTIAL, BUT EXPLAINS IMPORTANT FACTORS.

Note: Sonic and company are copyright to Sega. Azalea, Bluebell, and the Elemental Demigoddesses are owned by me.

Prologue: The Sacrifices We Make

The eight of the women ran along the edge of the battlefield, careful to avoid flaming demons flying over their heads, or otherwise hazardous objects/creatures. With their assorted weapons drawn, they looked up at their target: a tall lady hidden within a night-black cloak, a swimming black aura surrounding her body. Her eyes, the only seeable thing through the lady's cloak, were glowing a neon, pupiless yellow.

"You are too late," the demonic lady cackled. "I've already sent my subjects to find the eight girls. They will be Purified and Roboticized once they are brought to me, along with their newly found planet and friends and family."

The lady gradually made her way to a small remote levitating in the air and picked it up with eager hands. All of the eight ladies gritted their teeth and stepped hesitantly forward. They knew that if she clicked that button…

"CHARGE!" the leader of them screamed, as they ran forward in a rush of bright assorted colors. They heard a small click! and their hearts stopped beating.

The battlefield went black.

Chapter 1

A Book on the Doorstep

Azalea's P.O.V.

OK, first things first. I'm a demigoddess.

Yes, I know what you're thinking: Wow, that's how you start a story? Don't you think that's a little extreme? Well, I can assure you that this is not an overstatement. My other seven friends and I are demigoddesses with extreme abilities and powers. And we are NOT insane. And if you find this message, I'm giving you a piece of advice: once you begin uncovering these messages, there is no turning back. The Elemental Demigoddesses, all of us sitting in this conference room right now, are depending upon you to spread the word.

Now as part-time narrator, I'm gonna start this at the very beginning.

Hello, I'm Cordelia Dewobsidian, although I go by Azalea, which is my non-Aurorian name, my most common mortal name. Let's begin.

So at the beginning of my life, I was perfectly normal. I was cute, happy, and had the urge to dye my hair an electric-blue. OK, so maybe I wasn't perfectly stable, but I was sort of normal. Considering that I lived in California, the state of Hollywood, movies, Disneyland, and a tree with a hole in the center that's vast enough for SUVs and limos to drive through, I considered myself one of the most normal people I knew. Anyways, this whole weird fiasco started in the summer before the 8th grade. My dad had finally let me dye my raven-black hair the shade of blue I wanted and it was permanent dye, and my swim team received first place in a statewide tournament where only the best of the best went to, so I was ecstatic. My life was fairly standard, being that I lived in a nice house in a mediocre neighborhood with a large amount of friendly people. That was probably the reason why I hadn't expected what was going to happen next.

I had gotten up around 12 and ate my breakfast, (or lunch, but whatever), that consisted of waffles and found a note on the fridge after putting back the carton of OJ.

Dear Azalea,

Had to go into work early to do some important work for my boss. Will probably be back around 10 at night unless something else comes up. Don't sleep in too late!

Sincerely, Dad

I sighed and folded up the note, plopped it onto my plate and chugged down the rest of my orangey drink. Dad was a little too late. I washed the dishes, tossed the note into the recycling bin, then headed upstairs to shower and get ready for another sunny August day. After showering and following my usual routine, I walked into my room which had a cabin-style feel to it. Wooden floors and brown plaster wall decorated my room, along with the occasional Ke$ha or Avril Lavigine poster pinned to the wall. I searched through my closet to find something to wear. I pulled out underclothes, a one-sleeved neon-blue top, a pair of long bootcut jeans, a black pair of new Reeboks that I needed to be break in, and a black ribbon to hold my braided hair in. Then I looked at my wooden desk and saw my two most valuable possessions sitting on top of all my reading books: a necklace made of finely-carved obsidian beads, strung together with black string and a blue, sapphire teardrop charm attached and an obsidian bracelet dotted with miniature sapphires. Both of them were from my mother, who for some reason left my dad and I behind, wondering what we did wrong.

The mother I never knew.

I sighed unhappily and put on the jewelry. I had no idea why I kept the pieces of my broken heart, but I just couldn't part with them. I wore them everywhere, with everything I owned. I shoved into my pocket the rest of my usual possessions; my headphones and blue iPod Shuffle, loaded with genres of pop music, my house key, and a small piece of paper with my dad's cell number. My poor dad had been so overworked lately that I never even bothered calling him. Although he earned a lot of money and we were well to do, I missed the times when he spent time with me reading books and taking me on trips to fairs and such. I really wished he didn't have to work so often as a lawyer. A sudden knock at the door disturbed my thoughts about Dad as I headed downstairs, taking three steps at a time, to answer the door. When I opened the brass knob, there was nobody there.

Probably a prank, I thought to myself. Bluebell (my BFF) probably left a note to tell me to hurry up. But before I closed the door, I saw something small and shiny glint on the porch. I reopened the door and kneeled down to examine the light. It was a gold magnet, which binded together a book.

"A book?" I asked myself. I lifted the book and felt the spine of the leather cover. The bindings seemed fragile, so I blew as gently as I could to remove the thin coat of dust covering the cover. Golden engravings spelled DE on the top of the cover. I opened the book to the front page and it said,

These are the tales of the Elemental Demigoddesses who are now today's Modern Goddesses, Protecting Auroraopolis from the clutches of the Dark Aurora Empire. Enjoy these timeless tales.

Then something shot me right in the back, like an arrow into a target. This book contained the stories my dad, Scott, read to me when I was 5. The book contained tales of a group of superior beings called the Elemental Demigoddesses, who fought off demons called Shades and the being they served, the Dark Empress. They defended their home, Auroropolis, from the clutches of evilness. I had no idea how I still remembered this, since now I couldn't even remember my kindergarten teacher's name. I flipped through the pages carefully and remembered all of the stories Dad told me. I remembered every last story about the eight heroines of the story who called themselves the Councilwomen. They fought demons called Shades and evil masterminds to stop their world from falling into the hands of the Dark Aurora Empress and her Empire of the Underworld. Another realization came to me as I flipped through the pages. There was this one section in the book that he had always avoided.

Flashback...

Dad and I were sitting on the couch reading a story from a book. I was the small age of 6, and loved listening to my dad's stories. As he read, I noticed he flipped through two of the book's pages.

"Dad, what are you doing?" I asked curiously. "What about those two pages?" Dad looked down at me and smiled warmly.

"Well sweetheart, the person who wrote this story left those two pages blank for some strange reason," Dad responded. He ruffled my head and I giggled.

"OK," I said, grinning. And we read for the remainder of the night.

(flashback ends)

I had the book now, but I was suspicious about it. Which pages was it? I thought to myself. Pages 80 and 81 came into view and a light bulb went off in my head. These were the pages! I stared at the words on the pages. Each of the pages held two lines, one line imprinted on each page. On page 80, the one line said,

D.E.V. – see PAGE 338

"What the heck?" I asked aloud. What was D.E.V? What did page 338 out of all of the book's 600 pages have to do with this? Before I could draw even the slightest conclusion, I looked at page 81 and did a double take. The page had started to hum and golden light poured out of the page. More lines started to waver on the page. I gasped and stepped back, my eyes wide and stomach twisting into a double knot.

Whoa! I thought to myself. What in the name of the great God is-? The light started to swirl, becoming bigger and turning faster. A small blue light erupted from the whirlpool of light.

"You," the light said dreamily. It twinkled and went through my heart, like a phantom. My bracelet and necklace started to glow. "You are the leader, the one who controls the blue water and the demigoddess who is part of the team that will save the galaxy." The voice twinkled like wind chimes and the vortex inched toward me.

"Get away!" I screamed with fright, backing up against the wall. "Who are you and what do you want with me?!"

"Bring this girl of purity and heart to the world in desperate times of need," the spirit sang. I was sucked into the vortex, along with the book. I flew into the beyond, to start the adventure of a lifetime.

Squeal! First chapter done! I'm sooo excited! Well, the next chapter will be introducing a certain blue hedgehog and chipmunk princess! I'll be posting (usually) every Friday- Saturday, unless stuff likes schoolwork (which is more important than this story :'( ) gets in the way. Make sure to leave comments and ratings to help me; no trolls will be allowed in MY house! That's it for now, so have a great day!