Chaos Spirits – Reborn : Prologue
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As far back as anyone in the present day could remember, the Chaos Emeralds have always been a source of power. For each and every use of their incredible power, there has always been a reason for it. Whether it be to power an electric plant, various machines, or to fore fill self purposes. The emeralds have also serve as a key point in the many battles between the world renowned hero, Sonic the Hedgehog and his arch nemesis, Doctor Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik. Each of their many clashes occasionally has either side trying to gather the seven mystical emeralds before the other could do so.
Despite their history of being used as sources of power by their users, the Chaos Emeralds have an origin that no one can truly know about. A story that happened before the wrath of Perfect Chaos brought utter destruction Knuckles' clan, before the creation of the Ultimate Life form, Shadow the Hedgehog, before the invasion of the Black Arms alien race and before Dark Gaia was prematurely awakened by Eggman, there was a time when the planet was much different then it is today. But to learn of the true story of the emeralds we must travel back in time to about 5000 years ago; when the earth was still young and new.
Back in these times, humanity had not yet evolved as a race of their own, instead the planet was inhabited by anthropomorphic beings known as "Mobians." The Mobians were animals that carried a specific gene that allowed them to evolve walking on four legs to walking on two, as well as developing language before the first words were ever spoken by man kind. When the first Mobians existed, it was a time of peace, prosperity and love. There was no hate in the world, it was truly a beautiful utopia to behold; however, like most good things, it was not meant to last forever.
Soon the many species of the planet began to develop feelings of hate, jealously, and greed for their fellow Mobians' different lifestyles and not shortly after confrontation was brought from their differences. Eventually the confrontations gave birth to one of the darkest times the planet has ever known to exist, the first Great War. As the Great War raged on for nearly a century, the Mobians began to form tribes consisting solely of their own kind. Prime examples of this were the more common hedgehogs, echindas, foxes, and bats that took up a vast majority of the fighters in the Great War. Peace had not been seen by the Mobians for many years, as the war continued to take countless lives for such petty differences between each other.
That is, until high powers from above had seen enough brutal carnage from their violent and primitive ways. Thus they blackened the morning light with a dark circle for thirty minutes, as they sent down towards their chosen being, seven different colored emeralds. Each emerald, holding their own unique and powerful element.
The red emerald carried within it the warm and gentle, yet at times dangerous and destructive, power of fire. Its twin emerald, the light blue emerald, held within the unforgiving sheer cold power of ice. The dark blue emerald held the calm and peaceful, yet often dangerous, power of water. The green emerald held the smooth and patient power of earth. The silver emerald held the reckless power of wind. The yellow emerald held the warm and nurturing power of light. And lastly, the seventh one, the purple emerald, held the dark, mysterious and terrifying power of the shadows.
With these emeralds, the chosen hero of the gods, Arthas the Hedgehog stepped into what was perhaps one of the bloodiest battles of the first Great War. He stood alone on top of a hill top, the emeralds floating behind him as he stared down at the raging armies battle for supremacy and control. When the armies finally noticed him, standing alone on the of hill with seven strange lights floating around him, the armies could tell that held some strange and mystical power.
Just like most armies, if they see something that could make them more powerful than the others, they would go after the source of the power. For a brief moment, the armies united together as they rushed towards Arthas as each one had the intention of making the power he had as their own.
The lone hedgehog did not move from his spot as the armies rushed towards him. The seven emeralds floating all around him as he watched them charge with such greed and lust for power. Finally, he held up one hand towards the armies as he said in a powerful voice that drowned out the roars of the armies.
"This war has gone on for far too long! With the power of these mystical gems, I shall it it...ONCE AND FOR ALL!"
As soon as he said his sentence, a powerful blast of energy exploded from the palm of his hand that was large enough to envelop each and single army that was charging towards him. It was a historical moment in the earliest history of the planet, the first Great War was ended by the power of a single hedgehog who had seen enough violence for a life time.
When the great war finally ended the tribes were brought together by the wisdom and leadership of Arthas, who was revered as the first ever hero in their history. Under his leadership the planet was, once again, given peace and happiness as the first kingdom was born. If a problem ever arose, King Arthas would use the power of the emeralds to protect his kingdom from any harm, but would never abuse their power for small petty needs. He was truly a king that deserved everyone's respect, and admiration.
But, just like before, all good things are not meant to last. Shortly, after his given birth to his children, King Arthas suddenly died of a vicious virus. Before he died, he named his children and requested one thing from his best friend and confidant with his dying breath as the virus forced him to cough up large amounts of blood.
"The emeralds...make sure they are never used for evil..."
With that, the first great king passed away, in the arms of his best friend. The whole world seemed to have stopped turning as they grieved over the loss of a powerful, wise, and courageous leader. Arthas was soon buried in secret place that only his wife, servants, and best friend knew of. Shortly after, the dark times began to slowly take hold of the tribes once more as old blood feuds began to stir once more and threats to the widow queen and her infant children were made. This forced the queen to go into hiding with her children while the tribes began to fight amongst each other once more, soon each tribe took for themselves a single emerald. This act, started the second Great War.
While not as long as the first Great War, the second was far more destructive and bloody. With each tribe member fueled by the power of the emeralds, more soldiers fell in battle, homes were destroyed, and innocent lives were taken even before they were born. The war was so destructive and chaotic, it gave the emeralds their infamous title, the Chaos Emeralds.
As the second Great War continued for nearly a total of five years, the gods once again were upset about how violent and greedy the Mobians had become. Then for the second time in history, they darkened the daylight with a black circle for half an hour. This time, they were determined to halt the destruction for good. Once more they sent another emerald to the planet, only this time it would become the very solution to stopping the second Great War. The controller of the seven Chaos Emeralds, the true source of infinite power, the one thing that can stop the powers of the Chaos Emeralds if they were ever abused; the Master Emerald itself.
Shortly after-wards, the great emerald was approached by an echinda whose name had been lost after the death of Arthas. The echinda, with his dying breath, begged the Master Emerald to end the carnage the second great war had caused to the planet. As he dyed in front of the controller of the seven Chaos Emeralds, the large emerald gave off a warm radiant light seemed to engulf the entire planet with soothing feelings; as well as draining the power of the emeralds away. Thus, the second Great War had come to an end. After-wards, the leader of each tribe, came to the temple where the Master Emerald was placed and placed their signature emeralds on the pillars surrounding it.
The leaders, the wisest of those who remembered the lessons of Arthas, knew that this was a test of the gods. Because of their hate and greed, the Mobians were not allowed to touch the Chaos Emeralds ever again; however if they could prove themselves to the gods that they would abandon their lust for power and live peacefully they might be given a single emerald as protection against an invading foreign army. Since that day, none of the tribes who were involved with the second Great War went near the alter of the emeralds.
For the longest time, peace had seemed to finally return to the world after such a destructive war. But once again, it was not meant to last. A foreign species of Mobian, approached the alter one day, enticed by the energy the Chaos Emeralds and Master Emerald were admitting. He soon was filled with the lust to gain their power as his own, but in the end he was rejected for his greed and was flung out of the peaceful lands by the emeralds' themselves.
The gods knew at this point that could never truly trust the mortals with the incredible power of the emeralds. After much debate between them all, they finally reached an agreement that they could all agree on with each other. Since the one who tried to use the power of the Chaos Emeralds was not a member of any of the local tribes, the gods would separate the Chaos Emeralds from each other as they chose their appropriate wielders of the elements. When they had chosen those they had deemed worthy of the Chaos Emeralds' powers, they scattered them to each of the different tribes. With the exception of the purple Chaos Emerald, which for some reason always stayed close to the Master Emerald. The others though went to the beings that would become their carriers. Interestingly enough though, the red and light blue emeralds were sent to the same exact location; a tribe that had been formed by the unification of the Fire and Ice Tribes.
For years, no one has seen or ever spoke of the Chaos Emeralds ever since the gods chose those that would wield their powers. This, is the untold story of those wielders, their adventures as the chosen ones, and the danger they would face together as....the Chaos Spirits.
Prologue: End