Galaxies of Chaos.
It's been a long time since I ran around in the Sonic section. But, rest assured, I have never stopping being fond of Sonic and now I have come back to write a story of better quality than my old ones. I've grown (thankfully) during my time away and I've decided to rewrite a few of my older stories at some point. The ideas were okay but the execution wasn't.
Anyway, enough rambling. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. SEGA has all rights.
Prologue.
It was said that, long ago, Nothing existed. There lay an emptiness that Nothing filled and the universe floated in a dark, cold state. Chaos unfurled from its sleep at the end of time and created an explosion that dwarfed this nothingness in might and power. It created rocks of spheres and tore stars and supernovas into a once dead blackness and gold and ruby shone together in this new dawn. Moon dust sprinkled from the heavens, twisting and shaping into thousands of galaxies of purples and emeralds and within one of these galaxies, over millions of years, Mobius came to be, spinning through space like a natural satellite.
But, to the disconcertion of Chaos, Mobius lay unprotected, unsheltered from the wrath of other races that evolved on their own planets. So it descended through the burn of the atmosphere to a lonely island in the middle of the glistening ocean and lovingly sculpted a most beautiful stone, about the size of a medium statue. This glowering emerald of power was to be the Master Emerald and its very being raised the lush island into the sky with the wings of an angel, elevating it forevermore. Then, seven gems of Chaos' essence were made, a means of back up for Mobius, should any harm ever befall the Master Emerald. These Chaos Emeralds were scattered to the seven corners of the planet, safely hidden from prying eyes and waiting for a true User to appear.
Time passed softly and slowly.
Many centuries later, a shadow was born.
He stole unknowingly through the paths of Chaos, drenched in its blood and essence, humming along the vortexes and rainbows. The Son of Chaos could not be tamed, yet could not be corrupted. His very soul was good and as pure as the golden hair of the girl who loved him most, yet was as smoky and tainted as the professor who went mad in his grief.
He was thought to be untouchable by all who knew him.
Except that was a lie.
Shadow wasn't infallible.
And his fall would be the quietest of all.
This was an idea I had that I desperately wanted to put into words and I hope that this short beginning doesn't put too many of you off! The other chapters will definitely be much longer.
Love Lily. X