Psionic the Hedgehog - Part I
By Shariq Ansari aka DarkeSword
Comments? Email me at darkesword@exphyl.com
* * * * *
Psionic the Hedgehog sat in lotus position at the very center of the
pond, floating only slightly above the surface. His dark blue spines
were bristled, and yet every muscle in his body was relaxed. His head
was tilted back, his violet eyes staring up into the warm sunbeam that
shone through the hole in the old temple's ceiling. Vines were
everywhere in the Pond Room; they hung from the ceiling and they
crawled up and down the grey stone pillars on which the entire history
of the South Island was written.
Psionic moved his gaze away from the light of the sunbeam and to each
of these pillars, unconciously spinning in the air as he did so.
"I am one of the last," he said aloud. His voice resonated in the Pond
Room. His voice was not deep, but there was a calmness that gave his
voice volume.
He floated upward slightly and straightened his legs so that he was in
a standing position. He looked down at the surface of the blue water.
It was so clear that he could see straight to the bottom of the pond.
He could see the beautiful, ancient mosaic, depicting the seven
legendary chaos emeralds and the creation of the world.
Psionic extended his gloved hands downward, his palms facing the
surface of the clear pond.
"And thus, I must become on of the strongest."
Psionic lifted his head to face the sun and began to float upwards,
towards the hole in the ceiling. But Psionic was not the only one
rising. It seemed as though the water at the center of the pond was
bending upwards, as if Psionic was pulling it up with him. No, he was
not pulling it; he was only being a guide. The water was choosing to
follow Psionic upwards. The water was choosing to form this strange
liquid spire which was rising out of the temple.
Standing on the roof, Psionic looked at the fruit of his labor. A
clear blue, aquatic spire was poking through the hole of the ancient
temple. Psionic smiled and leaped off the roof to the ground below,
allowing himself to fall as slowly as a feather would. He entered the
temple again and went to the Pond Room. There he saw a sight of great
beauty.
The water spire had caught the sunbeam and was now refracting the light
all around the room. The sunbeam split into many and danced over the
vines and stone pillars, illuminating everything.
Psionic smiled.
* * * * *
Claire "Tales" Voyant was sitting in her workshop, located on Teller's
Hill, the highest hill on South Island. Actually, the small cabin was
built into the east side of Teller's Hill, for easier access to the
minerals inside. Inside the workshop there were all sorts of different
tools, machines, and equipment.
Tales sat at the main bench working dillegently on recalibrating her
chaos emerald detector. She got the nickname Tales when she was
little, because she was always telling wild stories about ancient
civilizations and long-dead people. She let the name stick because she
didn't like her real name. It was such a stupid pun, and she never
forgave her parents for it.
Although she was by no means a rebellious girl. She loved her parents
and decided she would be rebellious when she was a teenager. She was
only an 11 year old vixen anyway.
Her fur was a brownish-gold color, except on her belly, where it was
white. She was wearing thin, wire-frame glasses over her blue eyes,
and her fur kept falling in front of her face as she muttered techno-
babble to herself.
"Hmm...reverse the polarity...no...maybe the stabilizer...no...that's
not it..."
"Whatchya doin'?"
Tales screamed and dropped her screwdriver. She spun around and saw a
handsome young hedgehog, with long blue quills and deep violet eyes.
He was wearing a white cloak and red sneakers.
"Psionic! Don't you ever knock?!" she yelled.
Psionic stood and thought about it for a while. "Well, I thought maybe
I should, but then I realized that you might be doing something
important, and I didn't want to disturb you, so I just phased through
the door."
Can't argue with that logic, she thought. "Oh. Well next time, just
knock, then phase, so I know your here."
"Got it," he said. "So, what're you working on now?"
"I'm trying to recalibrate the CED, but I can't figure out if the
polarity on the field-generator is incorrect or if the stabilizer is
out of whack." She frowned. "Maybe the chaos drive is empty..."
Psionic reached over and plucked the CED off the work bench, much to
Tales' annoyance.
"Hey! I--"
"Shh!" Psionic held the CED in his hand. His eyes became luminescent
for just a second. "You've just got your wires crossed."
Tales was extremely annoyed. "Where?" she asked.
He pointed. "Here."
"There?"
"Yeah, there."
She glared at him and checked. Sure enough, the wires were crossed.
She fixed it and turned the CED on. There was a confirmation beep that
signified that everything was working. She sighed and turned around.
There was a smile on her face. "Thanks Psionic. I've been working on
that for hours."
"No problem." Psionic paused for a minute. Then, his face lit up in
realization. "Oh, I remember why I came! I convinced the water in the
pond room to form the spire!"
Tales smiled. "Oh, Psionic, that's great! Does that mean you passed
the test?"
Psionic beamed. "Yup. I've fully tapped into the Psychic-Chaos Field.
Now I can communicate with the will of almost anything! It'll be a lot
easier to get the chaos emeralds now."
The CED went made a beeping sound. Tales look at Psionic and smiled.
"Speaking of chaos emeralds..." She picked up the little device and
looked at the display. "Hmm...its the blue emerald. The CED says its
about 100 miles north...and 2 miles up?!" Tales ran to over to the map
hanging on the wall. "Psionic, there's not even an island anywhere
near 100 miles north of South Island. How could there be a chaos
emerald floating 2 miles above the ocean?!"
But Psionic wasn't listening. His eyes were closed and his quills were
bristled. "Hmm...an island for the angels..."
Tales looked puzzled. "What did you say?"
Psionic opened his eyes. "Nothing. I think we should check this out.
Let's go visit Espio down at the hangar and rent a plane."
"N-Now?!" Tales was flustered. "Psionic! I have to tell my parents.
I have to pack. I have to find someone to watch my experiments! 100
miles is not exactly a trip to the village!"
"Okay okay. I'll go reserve a plane for tomorrow." Psionic began to leave.
Tales knotted her brow. "Espio's is closed today, Psionic. He's playing in the
South Island Foozball Tournament."
Psionic blinked. "That's today? Well, I'll meet you there tomorrow then. You
know what to bring. See ya tomorrow, Tales!"
"Bye, Psionic!"
Psionic waved and phased out of the room.
Tales walked back over to the map. "Two miles above the ocean?"
By Shariq Ansari aka DarkeSword
Comments? Email me at darkesword@exphyl.com
* * * * *
Psionic the Hedgehog sat in lotus position at the very center of the
pond, floating only slightly above the surface. His dark blue spines
were bristled, and yet every muscle in his body was relaxed. His head
was tilted back, his violet eyes staring up into the warm sunbeam that
shone through the hole in the old temple's ceiling. Vines were
everywhere in the Pond Room; they hung from the ceiling and they
crawled up and down the grey stone pillars on which the entire history
of the South Island was written.
Psionic moved his gaze away from the light of the sunbeam and to each
of these pillars, unconciously spinning in the air as he did so.
"I am one of the last," he said aloud. His voice resonated in the Pond
Room. His voice was not deep, but there was a calmness that gave his
voice volume.
He floated upward slightly and straightened his legs so that he was in
a standing position. He looked down at the surface of the blue water.
It was so clear that he could see straight to the bottom of the pond.
He could see the beautiful, ancient mosaic, depicting the seven
legendary chaos emeralds and the creation of the world.
Psionic extended his gloved hands downward, his palms facing the
surface of the clear pond.
"And thus, I must become on of the strongest."
Psionic lifted his head to face the sun and began to float upwards,
towards the hole in the ceiling. But Psionic was not the only one
rising. It seemed as though the water at the center of the pond was
bending upwards, as if Psionic was pulling it up with him. No, he was
not pulling it; he was only being a guide. The water was choosing to
follow Psionic upwards. The water was choosing to form this strange
liquid spire which was rising out of the temple.
Standing on the roof, Psionic looked at the fruit of his labor. A
clear blue, aquatic spire was poking through the hole of the ancient
temple. Psionic smiled and leaped off the roof to the ground below,
allowing himself to fall as slowly as a feather would. He entered the
temple again and went to the Pond Room. There he saw a sight of great
beauty.
The water spire had caught the sunbeam and was now refracting the light
all around the room. The sunbeam split into many and danced over the
vines and stone pillars, illuminating everything.
Psionic smiled.
* * * * *
Claire "Tales" Voyant was sitting in her workshop, located on Teller's
Hill, the highest hill on South Island. Actually, the small cabin was
built into the east side of Teller's Hill, for easier access to the
minerals inside. Inside the workshop there were all sorts of different
tools, machines, and equipment.
Tales sat at the main bench working dillegently on recalibrating her
chaos emerald detector. She got the nickname Tales when she was
little, because she was always telling wild stories about ancient
civilizations and long-dead people. She let the name stick because she
didn't like her real name. It was such a stupid pun, and she never
forgave her parents for it.
Although she was by no means a rebellious girl. She loved her parents
and decided she would be rebellious when she was a teenager. She was
only an 11 year old vixen anyway.
Her fur was a brownish-gold color, except on her belly, where it was
white. She was wearing thin, wire-frame glasses over her blue eyes,
and her fur kept falling in front of her face as she muttered techno-
babble to herself.
"Hmm...reverse the polarity...no...maybe the stabilizer...no...that's
not it..."
"Whatchya doin'?"
Tales screamed and dropped her screwdriver. She spun around and saw a
handsome young hedgehog, with long blue quills and deep violet eyes.
He was wearing a white cloak and red sneakers.
"Psionic! Don't you ever knock?!" she yelled.
Psionic stood and thought about it for a while. "Well, I thought maybe
I should, but then I realized that you might be doing something
important, and I didn't want to disturb you, so I just phased through
the door."
Can't argue with that logic, she thought. "Oh. Well next time, just
knock, then phase, so I know your here."
"Got it," he said. "So, what're you working on now?"
"I'm trying to recalibrate the CED, but I can't figure out if the
polarity on the field-generator is incorrect or if the stabilizer is
out of whack." She frowned. "Maybe the chaos drive is empty..."
Psionic reached over and plucked the CED off the work bench, much to
Tales' annoyance.
"Hey! I--"
"Shh!" Psionic held the CED in his hand. His eyes became luminescent
for just a second. "You've just got your wires crossed."
Tales was extremely annoyed. "Where?" she asked.
He pointed. "Here."
"There?"
"Yeah, there."
She glared at him and checked. Sure enough, the wires were crossed.
She fixed it and turned the CED on. There was a confirmation beep that
signified that everything was working. She sighed and turned around.
There was a smile on her face. "Thanks Psionic. I've been working on
that for hours."
"No problem." Psionic paused for a minute. Then, his face lit up in
realization. "Oh, I remember why I came! I convinced the water in the
pond room to form the spire!"
Tales smiled. "Oh, Psionic, that's great! Does that mean you passed
the test?"
Psionic beamed. "Yup. I've fully tapped into the Psychic-Chaos Field.
Now I can communicate with the will of almost anything! It'll be a lot
easier to get the chaos emeralds now."
The CED went made a beeping sound. Tales look at Psionic and smiled.
"Speaking of chaos emeralds..." She picked up the little device and
looked at the display. "Hmm...its the blue emerald. The CED says its
about 100 miles north...and 2 miles up?!" Tales ran to over to the map
hanging on the wall. "Psionic, there's not even an island anywhere
near 100 miles north of South Island. How could there be a chaos
emerald floating 2 miles above the ocean?!"
But Psionic wasn't listening. His eyes were closed and his quills were
bristled. "Hmm...an island for the angels..."
Tales looked puzzled. "What did you say?"
Psionic opened his eyes. "Nothing. I think we should check this out.
Let's go visit Espio down at the hangar and rent a plane."
"N-Now?!" Tales was flustered. "Psionic! I have to tell my parents.
I have to pack. I have to find someone to watch my experiments! 100
miles is not exactly a trip to the village!"
"Okay okay. I'll go reserve a plane for tomorrow." Psionic began to leave.
Tales knotted her brow. "Espio's is closed today, Psionic. He's playing in the
South Island Foozball Tournament."
Psionic blinked. "That's today? Well, I'll meet you there tomorrow then. You
know what to bring. See ya tomorrow, Tales!"
"Bye, Psionic!"
Psionic waved and phased out of the room.
Tales walked back over to the map. "Two miles above the ocean?"