Ultimate Destiny
By Michael Storm
Prologue:
Sonic's P.O.V.
I walked around the city, wondering what could be done about Eggman. He was always trying to get the Master Emerald.
Knuckles kept it safe, but sometimes I worried. I knew that I was the fastest thing alive, but that still didn't change the fact that sometimes I couldn't get to places in time. I would never admit it to anyone, especially Shadow, but I wasn't always as fast as I wanted to be.
I sighed, and looked at the sky, wondering what could be happening. The sky was turning red, but it wasn't even near sunset. It was the middle of the day, and nothing had happened yet. In fact, Eggman hadn't shown up in a long time.
I wondered what that could mean.
.oOo.
Piper's P.O.V.
"Piper!" said one of my sisters.
"What!" I yelled, to the attic.
"Do you know where the Book is?" I could tell it was Paige. It was about a year after Melinda had been born, and we had been demon-free for nine months longer. I was happy to be able to live this kind of life now. I still wished that Prue was still alive, but I knew that I had to get over it. Phoebe, Paige and I were happy, being married now, Paige to Henry, Phoebe to Coop, and me to Leo.
"It should be in the attic," I replied. "Unless Phoebe took it out."
"She probably did," she agreed, coming down the stairs.
Suddenly, a man that I knew so well, orbed down from that place.
"When did you get your powers back?" I asked.
"Yeah," Paige agreed.
"It's a long story," he told us. "And you need to get ready."
"What for?" I asked.
"The Elders are sending you somewhere. Don't ask me," he added, as soon as he saw my mouth open up to do just that.
"So you know, but we can't?" I questioned.
"Don't ask me why. I don't know," was all that he said.
"Fine, we're not going to be part of any of their schemes!" I said angrily.
"Piper," he started.
"Let her go," Paige said softly, as I slammed the front door.
How could he do this! I finally get to have some peace, and this comes up. Why? I knew that I would have to go back, but I didn't want to. I wasn't ready. Maybe later I would, but not right now. I was too angry.
.oOo.
Anakin's P.O.V.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan yelled.
"Yes, Master?" I replied.
"Don't do what I think you're going to do," he told me.
"Never," I said, grinning. "I would never do that!"
"Anakin," he sighed.
"Master," I sighed sarcastically.
"Anakin," he replied in a warning voice.
"Sorry," I responded.
"What do you think we should do after this?" he asked.
"Well I for one, am thinking about relaxing in my room," I answered.
We were at a planet near the edge of the galaxy, trying to find Darth Sideous, but we weren't having much luck.
"Don't get your hopes up," he warned me.
"I know," I said.
.oOo.
Link's P.O.V.
I walked up to the Temple of Time, and looked at the place where the Master Sword used to be, and sighed. It was strapped to my back, and I knew it would be a while before this was all over. I did not like to be a hero, but I was the Hero of Time. I wished that Zelda wasn't busy with the noblemen, but I knew she had to do her duty, and I had to do mine, whatever it was.
.oOo.
Luigi's P.O.V.
"Luigi!" cried a voice. I saw Daisy running to me, and she jumped into my arms, kissing me.
"Hey Daisy," I greeted. I had just come back from helping Mario save Peach, yet again, from Bowser. I had always enjoyed kicking that dragon-like's ass, but that didn't mean I didn't miss my girlfriend.
"Where's Mario?" she asked.
"Peach and Mario are busy," I told her. "And they are giving us time to ourselves."
"Oh," she said, understanding. Then she giggled. "So what should we do?"
"I don't know," I replied, then started tickling her.
"Stop it Luigi! Stop!" she cried out, laughing.
Soon we were laughing together, and were rolling along the grass, neither of us knowing what was going to happen next.
.oOo.
Alex's P.O.V.
I was flying in my fighter, during World War Three, on Earth, and my name was Alex Wilcox. I was a Captain in the Air Force, and Kory, my wife, was my second-in-command. Our son and daughter, Mike and Kim, were at our home, in America.
A German dictator was trying to conquer the world, and we were trying to stop it from happening. I knew what the prophecies said about WWIII, but I didn't care. All I cared about was fighting for my country. If I died in battle, then at least I died for a good cause.
"Kory," I said, "Get the men to follow me!"
"Yes, Captain," she replied, and flew off.
I flew on, and all of a sudden, in a flash of light, I found myself in a city, and wondered where I was.
.oOo.
Kory's P.O.V.
I looked in my rear view mirror, and saw Alex's plane tilt. No! I thought. "Guys! Does anyone have a read on the Captain?" I asked.
"He was just here," said a soldier, into his communicator.
"He can't be," I replied. "His plane's going down."
"WHAT!" a dozen voices cried out at once. I winced, and spoke. "Yes, I'm watching it right now. Strange thing is, nothing hit it."
"Could it be a new kind of attack from the Japanese?" someone asked.
"Maybe, but I doubt it," I answered. "Please pull up," I whispered so that the others couldn't hear me.
If I lost my husband, I would quit the Air Force, second-in-command or not. I just didn't want to live where I would be reminded of him all the time.
I watched in horror as my husband's plane crashed into the water far below, and as it burst into flames.
"ALEX!" I screamed.
Author's Note: I know you hate cliff hangers, I know I do. But please hold on. It might be a while before I update this, since I'm going into surgery tomorrow, and I won't be able to sit on a chair for long periods of time, for a while, so don't be discouraged. I'm sorry that I won't be able to update this like you all want me to, but Iwill do my best.
Author's Note 2: I'll see how it is, and maybe I'll update it soon, but I can't make any promises. Sure, I'll still use this website, maybe post reviews, and such, but I won't be doing much, since I can't put up stories on my phone. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I do NOT anything except my characters, and the plot. And then, maybe not even all of it. I don't know yet. Sorry. All the characters belong to their respective owners.
