Shattered Reality
A Shadow the Hedgehog fanfiction
Prologue- The Pewter Sky
The first signs of night were falling over the sky above Station Square. A small number of stars, beacons of pure light shining down from the infinite heavens, already speckled the dimming azure sky. A brilliant spectrum of reds, oranges, and yellows blazed from behind the crest of a small hill to the south. Suddenly, in a flash of light, a black silhouette appeared atop the hill, a blazing corona of light framing his small body like an aura of power for a short time before the majestic sun finally sank below the skyline, extinguishing the light and leaving the land to bask in the growing moonlight... And leaving the silhouette to dissipate, slowly blending in with the surrounding blackness as if he was being engulfed by the night itself.
Ironic, thought Shadow, this was how his deeds always ended. The rest of the world basked in the glory, while he simply disappeared into relative ambiguity yet again. This, he acknowledged dejectedly, was his lot in life. Sure, he had been hailed as a hero by some, but was still looked upon by many. His allies did not trust him, and everyone else feared him for what he was... An abomination, an artificially created life form that had no place in nature. He had been created to be a weapon, and nothing more... Or so he thought.
The small, black hedgehog looked over the horizon of the small town before him, now alit with the brilliant aura of nighttime lights, and shook his head wearily. What made these humans deserving of his power? They had no right... And yet, he told himself, Sonic could not do it all alone. For he, the ultimate life form, was the only one who knew the true power of chaos... And, more than that, he knew that in order to truly defeat the enemy, it was necessary to know how to think and behave like one. Shadow had experienced both sides of the never-ending war between good and evil... Oftentimes being the deciding influence for both. And yet, it was obvious that he could not live with a hand in both worlds... And so he was an outcast to both. No civilization would ever truly accept him... What could he do? He had no control over how he was created... In his mind, he thought of the one who had brought him into being-Professor Gerald Robotnik, super genius and grandfather to the infamous villain and mastermind Doctor Ivo Robotnik. The man who had destroyed his life just as he had created it... He was not meant to live... He was a mishap, something that was never supposed to see the light of day. His sole purpose had been to destroy the Black Arms, a race of world-conquering aliens who he himself had vanquished quite recently. Now, however, he was devoid of purpose, devoid of meaning... Why, then, did he live on?
(( A tad short, following chapters will be much longer. ))