Chapter one: more memories
Julie-Su twisted the chaos emerald against the stone wall of the mystics shrine and smiled at the muffled sliding sound of stone against stone.
"Come on," Julie-Su said, jumping down and heading down into the belly of the shrine, "we need the clues to where the crystal flowers are."
"Don't you know where yours is?" Sonic asked.
"Yeah," Julie-Su said, "but I don't know where Starly's and Tigra's are."
Julie-Su jumped the last three steps of the staircase and went into her room.
Knuckles looked around the main room silently.
"This brings back memories doesn't it?" Jet patted Knuckles' back.
Knuckles nodded, he was regaining some memories, but they weren't very good ones.
He walked into his room and pushed away the clutter so he could get underneath his bed. He pulled out an old cardboard box and wiped some dust from the lid,
'DO NOT TOUCH' was written in big black letters on it; He smiled, opened the box, and picked up one of the notes that were inside.
'Dear me,
Don't forget to visit mom on
her birthday.'
Knuckles smiled sadly, and picked up another note.
Dear Knuckles,
Just tossing this into your secret
box to tell you to keep your chin up
because every day is a new day to shine.
-Starly
Knuckles wiped a stray tear from his cheek, and pushed through the notes and other little things he had collected and found what he was looking for.
"The crystal flower of the northern star," he took the golden, four pointed, flower out of the box and tied it around his neck.
"Hey Knux," Jet leaned against the door frame, "you find your flower?"
Knuckles nodded and pushed his secret box back under his bed.
"Hey," Jet slid under Knuckles' bed and pulled the box back out, "I remember this thing," he opened it and ruffled through the things inside, "I wonder if you still have that piece of sting I found under the couch…ha ha!" Jet held up the string triumphantly, "you never fail me buddy."
"Yeah," Knuckles said halfheartedly, "you shouldn't say that, I remember doing that a lot."
"Hey that's in the past," Jet said, "you're cool now and I can't wait to get back to the rest of Angel Island and tell all our friends about how much you've changed."
"Who said we were going to get back?" Knuckles said, snatching the piece of string from Jet and putting it back into his box.
"I did," Jet said proudly.
"I don't know if we can ever get back," Knuckles said sadly, "I mean, even if we're able to get to oblivion how are we going to get back out?"
"Nothing is impossible for the protectorate." Jet exclaimed heroically.
"Whatever you say," Knuckles said, rolling his eyes, "where's your Flower?"
Jet smiled widely and held up a shining turquoise cube.
"Isn't that the thing you used to resurrect Babylon?"
"Yep," Jet twisted the box like a Rubix Cube. It split apart and reformed into a green and turquoise flower, "the crystal flower of the hurricanes."
"So your flower was right under your nose the whole time?"
"Yep," Jet said happily, "I wonder why wave didn't take it from me; she was supposed to make sure I was never able to regain my memories, so why didn't she take my flower?"
"The world may never know," Knuckles said jokingly, "hey, where is wave anyway?"
"She's locked up in my zeppelin," Jet explained, "she's still freezing her tail feathers off, but at least she isn't complaining or trying to escape;" Jet tied his necklace around his neck and smiled, "now I feel complete."