Enjoy~
It must be winter already, why else would I be chilled? Clancy is going to come over to the house and say something along the lines of, "I wanna see what'll be like to fight each other while snowing," and I will reply, "It would be as if we were normally sparring, but slippery," but he would reject my logic and say, "Not if it's windy and the snow is blowin' around everywhere. Come on Risa, you're ruining my image." I will be out in the cold, slashing swords with him until the snow reaches our knees.
The vivid image of me sparring with Clancy is disturbed by the black creatures with yellow eyes that surrounded us on the way back home. Scene by scene, I remember the expression of fear smeared across his face and the panic he felt. I was scared for the both of us.
"Run!"
I sit up in shock, gazing to my left and right and absorbing all the objects in my sight, pillars, steps, and grass. The back of my head feels numb…did I fall-no, I am not that careless. Something hit me and knocked me out. I stand up, try to shake the cold feeling off my body, and start to walk up the steps. A very warm light radiates from the pinnacle, making me forget the dreary clouds and sullen drizzle.
"Who is it up there?" I call out before getting to the top. My reply was a gruff grunt and an angry response.
"Hey! I should be asking the questions, not you."
Feeling that my presence might be inappropriate, I hurry backwards down the steps and back away from red menace at the head of the steps. All I can guess is that it is an echidna with red spiky hair, abnormal-sized fists with a pair of points on each, and carries an obvious look of ardent fury.
"What're you doing on Angel Island? If you think you're going to come here and take the Master Emerald, you've got another thing comin'!" he threatens.
After a moment of thought, I surmise, "I think you are severely mistaken."
"Don't lie!"
"I will not."
Abruptly, he leaps from the top and lands a few feet away with me with the intentions of thrashing around like a furious shark. The drizzle taps on top of us
"You're here to take the Master Emerald-for who? Eggman? Rouge?" he assumes irrationally.
"I have no knowledge of the two names you mention," I respond with uneasy sangfroid. Every time I answer his questions, he seems to become further enraged.
"Who are you working for then?"
"No one."
"So you boldly decided to take me on solo, eh?"
"Wait."
"I'm giving you three seconds to leave, or else you're gonna get i-"
"Stop!" We are both astonished by my broken nonchalance tone. My normal, soft-spoken stodgy tone rose to his noise level. "Will you let me explain myself?"
He growls exasperatedly and silently scowls.
"I do not know what a Master Emerald is, nor where this place is and why am I here. Believe me when I say I have no intention of stealing whatever treasure is on this…island. I will reiterate, I. Have. No. Intention. Of. Stealing. Whatever. Treasure. Is. On. This. Island. Am I getting through to you?"
Unwillingly, he drops his fists but folds his arms with an earnest gaze. "Then what're you doing here?"
"I was-"
Do I tell my story? Will he even believe it? He seems to be very difficult to relate to and slow to understand things. But he is still on the verge of violence, I can see it on his face.
"Are you gonna talk or what? You wanted to explain yourself," he impatiently comments. I do not have much of a choice.
"You will not believe me if I tell you, so it will be in vain."
"Try me."
The agonizing twinge in my arm that spreads across my chest cannot be suppressed any longer.
