The formation of a Bond Ch.1
It was never meant to happen, but truly, was anything meant to happen that did?
She was a simple school teacher, young at the age of 23 Springs gone by and was both an outgoing young woman as she was cheerful and kind. Her short brown hair flowed gently to her shoulders, her pale skin with a hint of olive soft and dotted with the occasional freckle. Her figure wasn't much at all, with a more rectangular body shape paired with slightly broad shoulders and a small chest. She seemed to radiate a gentle, yet playful air despite her tomboyish frame. She wasn't a knockout by any means, and she would be the first to tell you that she wasn't beautiful or pretty like other women her age. She wore no makeup past Chapstick or lipgloss, mascara used for rare occasions only and nothing else. Her hazel green eyes always glittered though, masking whatever negative emotions she felt in the hopes of sparing others unnecessary burdens. She taught at a small middle school in downtown Station Square, and truly what became of her...is something no one could ever imagine...
Her eyes looked, troubled, towards the dark oak door that led to her bedroom. She had an early day tomorrow, and knew she had to get to bed within the hour, but she was almost scared to. The past few nights when she dreamed...it hadn't felt like a dream at all and was slowly beginning to wear her down mentally. It was always the same, a large white expanse with nothing to see for miles...except the black creature that stared at her with its ruby red eyes. It appeared to be...a hedgehog almost. But she had never seen a hedgehog so large or standing on two legs before! When she thought about it logically, the dreams had started after she had confiscated a large gem like rock from one of the children on the playground at school. The principal and other teachers couldn't make heads or tails of it, so they decided that she could keep it since she was into the supernatural and spiritual more than they were. Then that night was the beginning of the strange encounter. She had gone to bed like normal after her nightly routine, only to open her eyes what seemed like only seconds later inside that expanse of nothing.
*Flashback of the First Dream*
A quick glance confirmed that she was still clothed in her nightly attire properly, pink flannel pajama pants that had white and rose red butterflies and white tank top that read 'Royally Tired' with a pink crown beneath it. Her feet were left bare, and she shivered as she could feel the coldness of the floor she was standing upon but couldn't see. She couldn't see anything, anyone no matter which direction she turned and so she began to ran, to call out in a growing sense of desperation. Finally,...she came across another form, a shock of black and streaks of red just sitting on the ground against the white backdrop. She at first thought it was a young preteen, as from what she could tell from their height while sitting, that they would be almost a foot smaller than her own 5'5" frame.
What made her really slow down to a terrified stop though was their form itself, unlike any that she had seen before. It-he?- was covered in almost soft looking black fur with spiked up quills on the back of his head that looked deadly from their sharp edge that she could make out. He wore no clothes except the white gloves with gold armbands on his crossed hands, and strange red, black, white, and gold shoes. He had crimson streaks on his quills and arms and the only animal she could think of that he resembled was a Hedgehog...if not just barely with the tan muzzle and gleaming white chest fur.
Sucking up her quickly dissipating courage, which trembled more as she noted the frown marring his features...she spoke up. "H-Hello? Can you help me...?"
*Flashback end*
She shivered again as she forced herself to crawl into her warm bed, curling herself up in the blankets for some form of comfort as the memory finished playing out behind her closing eyelids. He had been startled, on his feet and whirling around before she could blink and making her back up in fear. His eyes, those bloody red orbs that made the deepest of rubies envious with their color, pinned her own frightened eyes in his shock. "WHO ARE YOU?!" He had called out challengingly, almost threateningly as if he tried to cover up his surprise. Then she had woke up...covered in sweat with tears making pinpricks in her eyes. The next two dreams to follow weren't much better...but she had learned his name last night. Shadow the Hedgehog...certainly fitting. Tonight...perhaps she would muster up the courage not to run away...and tell him her own name.
To tell him she was Kharis Ariadne.
