Author's Note~ A Knuxouge fanfic, for all us Knuxouge fans. X3 I haven't gotten very far on this story- I think I might have Writer's Block for it- so if anyone has any ideas for a story like this I'm open to suggestions! This prologue might be weak, I know, but please review and let me know what you think.
PROLOGUE:
Lightning flashed overhead. Dark black clouds had rolled in and rain was pouring down. The water was tickling the red echidna's fur but he stood firm beside the large green Emerald he was compelled to guard.
At all costs, he swore to himself, I must protect the Master Emerald!
Lightning suddenly lit up the ruins where the shrine of the Master Emerald was. The red echidna's muscles tensed when he thought he saw a shadow of a figure slip stealthily behind one of the stone pillars.
"Who's there? Who are you?" he demanded. No answer. The echidna waited, his muscles still tensed, ready for a fight, but still no one answered. He relaxed when he realized he'd just been seeing things.
Anyone who thinks they can doublecross me and steal the Emerald must be crazy, the red echidna thought to himself proudly as the storms continued to roll. Still he kept silent vigil by the Master Emerald. Many times had people with their intents set on stealing the Emerald out of greed approached, and every time they were dissuaded. The most of those times, Knuckles, the red echidna, remembered that he had been the one to fend off every robber. Each robber never crossed his path again, because they knew what would happen if they tried to mess with the Master Emerald.
Well, except for one.
Knuckles watched lightning strike a tree in the distance as he remembered her mysterious, shadowy figure. Rouge the Bat always had her eyes on anything shiny and valuable, and the Master Emerald was included in that context. Thus, countless times Rouge had attempted to steal the Master Emerald from underneath Knuckles' nose. Knuckles had always managed to thwart her, but Rouge never failed to annoy him, whether she was trying to steal the Master Emerald or not.
Of course, every time things began to get tough, or when jewels were not involved in the mission, Rouge would abandon her purpose and look for something else to do. Knuckles didn't like her flirty, arrogant attitude. She was always so playful or sarcastic, never serious. Knuckles found that irritating.
Knuckles looked up when the raindrops ceased to fall on his head. The storm clouds had begun to roll away. Rays of sunshine was creeping out through the clouds, revealing blue sky. He shook off the thoughts of Rouge and nodded to himself. Yes, even when things got tough, Knuckles always knew they would eventually be all right.
