Thank you for giving my new story a moment of your time. I do hope you enjoy. And if you don't mind, I would very much appreciate any comments or critiscims. You can expect my chapters to be short, but to compensate for lack of length I will update frequently. Again, thank you for sparing me a few minutes of your day. :)
Chapter O
(The Prologue)
Eight years. It's hard to imagine that's how long I've been away from home. When I started out on this journey I really hadn't planned on being gone for so long. A lot of things ended up happening, though, and the time just flew by without me noticing I guess. Yeah, lame excuse, but it is what it is. Plus, it's not like I don't keep in contact with my friends. Tails sends me news through emails and I reply with my own news every now and then. At least that's how it goes when I actually remember to send a reply...
None of that will matter after today anyway. The moment I woke up this morning, I had this sudden urge to go home. It was odd because I hadn't been thinking about Station Square recently. Don't get me wrong, my friends mean the world to me, I'm just not the type to get homesick very often. As long as I know everyone is alright, I'm cool. But whenever I get an urge to do something there's no use in trying to fight it off. Resisting only ever makes me crazy restless, the same way I feel if I'm enclosed in a tight space and can't run. Yeesh, just mentioning that sent a shiver up my spine.
So to home it is. I've met a lot of nice people throughout my travels, but none of these relationships can compare to the bonds I have back home. It'll be good to see everyone again. Tails, Knuckles, Cream, Amy...It's kinda weird, you know? Amy is hardly my closest friend, what with how she use to annoyingly cling to me, but I find myself thinking of her the most whenever my mind drifts down memory lane. I wonder how she's doing without me. I wonder if she's still infaturated with me. Ha, knowing Amy and her stubborn nature, she's probably been pining for me every second of these past eight years. That girl...
Ugh, where in the world are my thoughts going? I should just focus on the road, my legs pumping beneath me, the wind rushing through my quills...Nothing beats running. Period. At this rate, I'll be home by sunset.
Home. Funny how I still call it that...