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Prologue - The First Two Trials
A sense of defeat...
...broken pride...
...and feelings of regret...
...aside from his physical injuries, these make the journey for the beast more shameful and disappointing.
Shameful, as he failed to save what he is supposed to protect for his dear life.
Disappointing, as the one who made him feel this way is someone whom he never thought of winning against him...
...well, until now, that is.
The beast staggers his way forward, his right hand covers his left arm that became soaked in his own blood. A few patches of his midnight-blue fur has been charred by the explosions he experienced. His face is painted with expression of regret, defeat, and rage.
His overall appearance can be compared to that of a soldier who just lost not just a war, but a few comrades as well.
And, in his case, his "parents".
He shook of his head as he started to feel drops of rain collide to his fur. He tried to look up and saw that it has started to rain, yet he continue moving forward.
Where was he going? He didn't know...but one thing is for sure.
He needed help.
But from who?
The beast continued to stagger until he made a small misstep. He tripped as his body slams down on the ground hard.
He can't give up here...he just can't. He needs to save them, but his eyes are starting feel heavy.
Before he finally fainted, he look up and saw a lone figure wearing a hooded robe, looking at him directly with his whole face covered. He had no choice. He reached him using all of his strength and said...
"Help me..."
As his hand hits the ground with a thud, the figure smiled at him, saying his name...
"Hello...Sonic the Werehog."
Werehog's eyelids are heavy for unknown reasons, but he tried to open them up anyway. His eyes were greeted by the pouring rain in the scenery. He wondered a moment why is he a bit dry until he looked up and saw a that he was under a giant tree. His bulky body leans on what it seems to be the biggest tree he had ever seen in his whole life. He tried to get up, only to feel hurt and sat back down again. He sighed. He needs to move. He NEEDS to save them. But where is he?
"RIBBIT!"
Werehog almost jumped by the sudden croaking he had heard. He then looked around and realize that there was a giant green frog right beside him, eyeing him suspiciously with those eyes. He thought it was probably friendly but he kept his distance just to be sure...frogs this size can probably eat him alive...or dead, who knows.
"Giant...f-frogs...", he said weakly as he realized where he is.
Frog Forest. That's right...
He was escaping for his life after his defeat. He used one of the portals to help him. This is probably one of the destinations set...
He looked around more and saw a few more giant frogs frolicking in the rain, while a group of green frogs were croaking in chorus, kinda like they're singing. In fact, it sounds like they're singing. The haunting yet peaceful melody created by these frogs are enough for Werehog to stay still for a while. This gives him time to inspect how badly damaged he really is.
To his surprise, he saw that he was already okay.
Well, kinda.
He saw a bloodied bandage covering his left arm already and most of the charred patches of fur is covered with patches of aloe vera, which kinda stings, now that he noticed them. Speaking of noticing, he had something in his mouth that he had been chewing instinctivly for quite a while. It was hard and cold...
...like ice. He didn't spit it out though, it really helps him feel calm. Eventually, he cracked the ice only to taste another flavor in his mouth. It was kinda sweet and fruity...like an orange? He didn't know, and he really didn't mind at this point.
What he DID mind is his condition. Sure, he was patched up quite fine and he was complaining, but who could have done it? He knew the frogs aren't that intelligent so who...?
"Ah! You're awake."
Werehog slowly reacted to the new voice, looking at him directly after a few seconds. The new voice was owned by the same guy in robes he saw earlier. This time, his whole face is shown.
He's a gray wolf Mobian, probably a young one. A small patch of fur on his hair had been dyed blue, for some reasons. He has an innocent yet brave blue eyes and a melancholic smile. He also wears a necklace of a Mobini dog.
"I thought you being dead for a second made your brain rot, Werehog. Hehehe...". He said with the same melancholic smile on his face. Werehog was just staring at him with a question in mind.
"Who are you?"
He asked. He asked and by a split second, he saw the young wolf's smile wavered a bit before answering him with another melancholic smile.
"Right now, I think it's best if you don't know..."
Werehog gave him a weird look, which the young one laugh at.
"HAHAHA...man, that face is cute! Promise me, if you survived this ordeal and..."
The young one stopped at his tracks, realizing what he said and let out a huge sigh.
"I think I said too much, huh?"
"Probably...", Werehog muttered, letting out a huge yawn afterwards, which the wolf chuckled at, which annoyed the Werehog but something about what he said made him wonder.
'Survived? Ordeal? What the hell is he talking about...', He thought, suspecting the living hell out of the wolf again but can't focus as his eyes began to feel heavy for some reasons. The young one notices this and calmly smiled to him.
"Y'know...the bandages and stuffs aren't the only thing I did to you..."
The young one said, but now with a mischievous grin on his face.
"So I'm assuming you like my fruit-flavored liquid sleep medicine?"
Werehog was confused at what he said at first, but then he remembered.
'The ice...it has...it has...'
His head is getting heavy by the minute, and shaking it is no use. The croaking of the frogs began to seem distant.
"Damn you.", Werehog said as he began to feel drowsy. The wolf only chuckled. Something was off with his laugh but Werehog has other problems...namely this and his former ordeals.
He shook his head, somehow. This is bad. Really bad. He can't sleep again. Who knows what he's doing to them. Who knows what will happen to Earth itself.
He looked at him once again, wearing the face that expresses betrayal. But what he saw on the young one's face before the sleeping drug won was different from what he expected...
Tears seems to flow on his face as he cried softly...
"This is...for the best...right?", he said as he looked painfully at the peaceful beast sleeping softly under the giant tree. His position reminds him of one of the stuffed teddy bears he once had leaning on the walls of his bedroom.
"This...would not...k-ki-", he choked saying the last word, releasing the sadness he was hiding from the moment he saw him fainted in the road. Tears falling down like the rain around him which is noticeably getting weaker.
A few minutes, he wiped his tears, obviously trying to steel himself up. The rainclouds finally gave way for the sun to shine. The chorus of frogs finally dispersed and began to swim towards the nearby river.
He then moved away from the beast and into the open marsh, soaking on some sunlight, something he has not seen for a long time.
He smiled lightly, letting out a sigh of relief, before looking back at the peaceful Werehog sleeping.
"Don't worry, Werehog...", he said as he looked back at the sky and saw the shadow of a familiar plane, making the young wolf smile and laugh.
"Help is on the way."
So...it's been a while since I wrote something, here's my new story. Hopefully, I'll see this till the end. My schedule is a bit tight, so don't expect any fast updates. Please review so that I can improve my writing skills. So, that's all. See you in a month...or so. :p