The end of the world began with a dream.
I knew it was a dream because, unlike most humans and Mobians, my REM state usually predicted the future, painful encounters, and sometimes even angry hordes of killer cows. (Really long story)
But back to the dream. It was midnight, yet the sky was on fire. The flames reached into the sky, pushing massive fists of smoke, swallowing everything in its path. The smell of corrosive flesh was prompted. The fire crackled along the base of the scraggy mountain, trapping me and my worst enemy in a towering prison of smoke and ash. The scorching heat did not bother me though; the only thing that disturbed me was my enemy. He would have disturbed anyone.
He was a tall Mobian, an android; he wasn't really alive but he certainly wasn't dead. Like a robotic zombie. His yellow and black steel plated fur gleamed in the crackling flames. And he was ripe with corded muscle. Long claws sprouted from his fingers, ready to gut anyone without a show of remorse. His eyes were cold, calculating and utterly devastating. He radiated power, strong, cruel, evil power.
"Ivory, how very childish of you," his voice was deep, resonating hatred and strife. He was Delta-Moblius, and half Mobian, half robotic beast, who had pushed the world into utter chaos. Delta-Moblius had destroyed most of human existence with his sinister robot army. I wanted to destroy him; I had vowed to destroy him. Yet, this being a dream, I couldn't actually physically move or speak. The only thing I could do was listen to the monster's disgusting speech.
"You cannot imagine the pain and devastation I will bestow upon you," He growled, eyes shifting from a calm yellow to a deep scarlet red. The color of blood.
"But to give you a little taste." Delta-Moblius plunged his hand into midair and grasped something, momentarily his hand dissipated, and he dragged out a hedgehog, a familiar pink form.
My heart sank; he had brought out my closest friend out of who knows where. She was a bloody and bruised, and most likely psychologically tortured. Her name was Breeze and she was in trouble and I could do nothing to stop him.
The Mobian cackled at my helplessness and drew a wickedly large sword. He laughed once more and brought the sword down in a slow deadly arc, ripping through skin.
"NO!" I screamed into the night, jolting from my bed in frenzy. I was shaking uncontrollably. The vision had unnerved me. Shaken me to my very core. I dragged myself from my room and in a mad flurry I moved deeper and deeper into our base. The cold black walls and floors held no emotion as I forged inward. I located my friend's room and barged into the warm interior.
Amazingly she was still asleep, her only noticing of my erratic behavior was a slight rapid pace of her breathing, and within a second it was back to normal. I sighed inwardly, in relief that Breeze was still alive and enjoying relative peace. I on the other hand was grief stricken. Breeze was in danger and odds were, I could do nothing to stop her doom. I took a deep breath, and then exhaled. New determination burned in my soul, I would do everything in my power to bring him down.