Part one:
Redemption
Chapter one:
The young two tailed fox who had once been known as Tails sat alone, his back propped up against the cold hard jagged walls of the near frigid damp cave he had made his official hide out from the freedom fighters. The musky scent of the cave used to burn in the fox's nose, though now he had adapted to the horrid scent and was well beyond used to it. Sitting there all alone the fox sighed, his mind wandering to a time before it had all happened back when he used to be part of the very group that now sought to hunt him for his crimes and all his battles against the late Eggman.
He had been a fugitive for nearly a month now his memories of those golden times with Sonic and the others seemed as if they were now fading away into eternal evanescence to be forever lost to the fox. He had at this point forgotten most of his adventures with Sonic, and could barely recall, if even at all, what had placed Sonic so high upon the pedestal the fox so eagerly held him before that damned day.
The fox could no longer bear the name Tails for it haunted his memories down to the very fabric and essence of his very being just as thoughts of everyone from the times he had lost did. He had decided some time ago to revert back to his maiden name Miles. His eyes began to weld up with tears as the fatal image of Sonic's death flashed before the fox's eyes. He knew what he had done and why he was a fugitive. He knew he had to do something to make it up to everyone, or forever live in the damned cave shrouded in eternal darkness a victim of his own self pity, and of his sins.
As he sat there all alone he kept asking himself over and over again, "What have I done? What came over me? Will it happen again? Is anyone safe around me?" The questions had been swimming through his head since he had found the cave always leaving him feeling worse than before sometimes even manifesting themselves as a migraine that pounded against the young fox's head driving him nearly mad.
His life away from home had consisted of slipping away from his cave late at night to gather berries, hunt for food, and find any tools that would help him to survive. These things had hardened him and made him stronger, stronger than Sonic, Shadow, or Knuckles could ever have dreamed of being. He had reached a level of potential he used to believe couldn't have dwelled within him, a level of potential he still couldn't believe was within him.
He had been forced by circumstance to accept the power that had always been there within him. He had always been pushed around by Sonic, the hedgehog crushing his spirit into tiny fragments, keeping him from truly believing in himself. That is why he did it. He knew he did what he did because he was tired, tired of being treated like a child, tired of being treated like he wasn't there, and above all else he was tired of being Sonic's shadow.
He was no longer Sonic's shadow, but his murderer. In rage he had put an end to the hedgehog's existence and killed him with envy heavy in his heart. One crime that held two reasons for the fox to be disgusted with himself, unforgivable even for himself, thought the young Miles to himself, but he wasn't one to give up so easily and he knew that he would find a way to redeem himself, even if it meant going into the forbidden zone and destroying Shadic himself.
Miles was a smart kid and knew if he went now he would surely be destroyed by Shadic. He had to train and become stronger before he could ever hope to stand a chance against Shadic. So he decided first thing in the morning he would leave the cave that had for so long been his home and his protection from all who sought to harm him and head into the Great forest. He had heard that many powerful creatures lay there and that would be the best place for him to train, and maybe even become strong enough to re-capture a sense purpose and worth.
Having made up his mind Miles decided to get some rest for the days ahead would be arduous. He closed his eyes and tried to let his mind drift off in the peaceful abyss of sleep. The guilt of all he had done and the pain of the memories, however, kept him from truly find rest in his sleep. He had merely found a temporary haven from which to hide from the thoughts that plagued and haunted his being driving him mad it seemed. Everyday brought him further and further from what he had once believed to be sanity, but also closer to some inner truth that he wished to know nothing of, but yet felt compelled to understand.