Hey guys Cross here...
Just got this ideas for a story and had to write it, i dont know if ill continue but thats where you come in.
I want you to tell me if I should continue. if i do the chapter will be longer, PROMISE!
I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog SEGA does
The rhythmic thumping of his boots on the stone floor was the only sound he could hear. The coarse sand underfoot crunched and sent shivers up his spine, a reminder of what was to come.
The inky blackness in front of him seemed almost unnatural, a overpowering darkness that reached into the heart and whispered terrible things. He flipped on a flashlight that did little to illuminate the dark and continued walking.
The walls around him which were once bare gave way to symbols, symbols he couldn't read, symbols that were probably never seen on this planet. They seemed to have no order, a chaos of jumbled letters and symbols. He snapped a picture with a camera and continued walking.
Doors began to appear left and right but he knew that what he wanted would be at the end of this hall. The other doors did entice him with flashes of lights, that did not belong in a ruin like this, then again this wasn't a normal ruin.
The hall opened into a cavern, he couldn't judge the size and the light illuminated very little. He put his hand on the wall to his left and began to walk around the perimeter of the room. There was a dripping sound from somewhere but he ignored it, focusing on the task at hand.
He ran into a object at one point and when he cast his light on it, saw it was a ruined chair. He moved the light to the right and saw many more stone chairs, surrounding a table that once held grandeur and power but now was little more than a pile of rock.
That was when he saw it, a flashing orb, little more than a candle of light in the dark. He rushed towards it, scared he might lose it. He dodged ancient tables and gold statues that seemed to release a sickly glow, they were petty treasures to what he had hoped to find.
The light was atop a stone pinnacle, unseeable from the entrance to the room. The pinnacle was fixed onto a set of steps, smooth from use, the structure itself was void of any scribbling or writing, but it had to be here.
He ran his hands along the entire structure looking for grooved or a sign of markings. He had never seen the stone they used, it was perfectly level and had a almost waxy feel to it.
He caught his breath when he felt a slight indent. He stepped back two feet and cast his light directly at it illuminated a faded blue symbol that caught the light and sparkled slightly.
He had found it. After years of searching he had found it the small symbol, no more than two inches across looked insignificant, but held much more meaning than it implied. He had seen the symbol in ruins all across the planet, and it was here to, the very thought made him feel sick.
He slid his fingers across the symbol removing the dust and grime and the symbol burst to life. It projected a rainbow of colors around the room illuminating it, revealing just how big it was.
He looked back at the pinnacle and gasped when he saw it was now covered in symbols but not the same ones as before they were pictures, horrible pictures. He saw men burning houses and people being killed.
"Who are you?", He gasped, taking in the horror of the art.
As if an answer the ruin began to shake and he heard a horrible laugh, a dark laugh that seemed to suck the good out of him and fill him with evil thoughts. A laugh that cut through the air like a knife and seemed to rip the fabric of the world around him.
The voice made him want to hide and cower and fear so he ran and he ran, never wanting to face what made that laugh, because he knew if he did, he would die.
Die a painful death...
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