FWOOOOOOSH
A blue wind blew free and strong through a mystic forest. Weaving between tall, dark, boles and dodging faded, cold, lifeless ruins he strolled, for to him, this speed was one of leisure. The feeling of the air flowing through in his fur, each molecule seeming to embrace the every groove of his quills; the sight of the nature he loved so much, the deep green of the flora and the bright colors of the small fauna; the layer of nothing between the ground and his feet; all these things were his life; THIS was his passion and his cause; THIS was, is, and always will be his freedom.
On a whim, he leapt into the canopy above. Grabbing a solid limb, his momentum carried his cool, blue mass a full 360 and then some, and when he let go, his body flew even higher, until the only ruin noticeable among the leaves was the ancient temple; here, in the air, the world suddenly became a fuller place. No ground, no obstacles, and no rules; to him, in this instant of true freedom, he felt the same peace he had always fought to protect. Yet as he hung there, he knew without a doubt that this peace was like every other he had obtained; in a time so short that only one as fast as he could perceive, he began to descend; the force of gravity had once again found some way to bind him.
He had no regrets as he fell; he didn't long to regain what had been taken; his freedom, now slipping, was something that could never be fully stolen; so long as he could still run, he would always have that which he stood for. For so long as he had even so much as a mustard seed of willpower; for so long as he had even an atom of life; for so long as he had even the shattered remains of his beliefs, he could rebuild and reclaim all that he desired. As he landed, he smiled a genuine, tender smile, for while still bound by gravity, he was also held by the presence nature's beauty.
In taking his aerial freedom, gravity had returned him to his home. He knew little of his past or his kin; he didn't need them. He was born of freedom. The planet that answered his every prayer was his mother. The Emeralds that gave him strength in his times of need were his father. Everyone who stood by his side were his siblings; the young fox child who was always there for him was his little brother and sidekick, and the knucklehead fighter who stood alone on the Floating Island was his elder brother and closest rival. As long as he had this family, as long as he valued life and freedom, and as long as the wind blew, he would always be the freedom fighter and hero known and loved as Sonic The Hedgehog.