Disclaimer: So… This is my very first fanfic, and as I'm writing this, I feel very excited. I'm super happy to see you reading my story, whether you like the fic or not. It means a lot for me to be noticed. I don't speak English as my native language, so please understand if the text sounds partially dull or a little off sometimes. The story might not fit perfectly in Sonic's timeline or whatever, but I'll try to eliminate most of the flaws in the storyline. With that stuff out of the way, please enjoy.
This is a tale about the life of the very fastest creature in our world, Sonic the Hedgehog, as we know him. Sure, the name is probably familiar to you, but few know what twists of fate this hero has gone through in his relatively short past. Let's begin, shall we?
Our story starts in a Mobian village, which lives disconnected from the outer world, much to its own harm. The village can produce enough food for its inhabitants, but not much else. Nowadays people live in big communities, where everything seems to be more accessible and living is easier, if not self-explanatory. Most of the villagers are fine with, if not completely happy about their peaceful and primitive lives, while some, mostly young people, feel like living in a cage, restricted from the ever so enormous world that's calling for them. Our protagonist happens to be one of the latter, a generally bored little boy of age 12.
This boy has always had this "call of the wind", as he summarizes it himself. "The feeling of something from the world still unseen to me calling me with the most alluring and seductive voices... I just feel like running far away from this town to find out who or what's speaking to me. N-not that I'm hearing voices, I didn't mean it literally." But much to his disappointment, no one lets him leave the village. The wasteland circling said village is vast and dry, without any waypoints until the big cities, which are far too distant to reach for a child. "I'm not a child anymore! I can take care of myself!" the cobalt hedgehog yelled more times than he can remember, always receiving a rejection for his runaway dream.
In the evenings he found himself staring at the sunset, sitting on a rock. Feeling sad, he imagined many sceneries straight out of fairy tales that could be awaiting him in the distance, just behind the endless, barren ground. Mountains, oceans, plains, and even places covered in a cold, white substance. He hadn't seen any of those for himself, but the people living outside the wasteland sometimes tell stories about mysterious landscapes. Continuous longing about all of those "high rocks" and "massive puddles of water" made the young folk sad by reminding them of the invisible wall that's surrounding them and crushing all dreams of adventures.
It wasn't rare for the blue dreamer to shed a few tears while sulking alone, surrounded by the cool evening air. He doesn't have friends to speak of, and seeing all the other kids in the village share laughs and sorrows alike with each other sinks his mood even lower into depression. Although he has a family that cares for his well-being, for a young teenager it's just not the same as having a friend's shoulder to cry over. But he has never given up on his life, and while he seems seriously depressed, that's not the case. This hedgehog, while being physically all-around average in everything, he is strong from the inside, for he craves his goals enough to survive all the darkness in his life, day after day.
Why is he special enough to have a story written around him? Well, one day changed his life forever… Not necessarily for good or for bad, but to a drastically another direction; certainly.