Disclaimer:
I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog cartoon/games/comics, nor any characters/ideas that are within the product. This story is made only for the purpose of enjoyment of readers, and no profit what so ever. I apologize for any inconvenience.
The Lonely One
By Gene-87
Knuckles sat on the steps of the shrine, on Angel Island. Just the same thing he'd do every day since he ever remembered. It was so strange that he didn't even remember how he got this calling. But he had to do it. Even if in some ways he didn't like it, he had to.
Knux really began to grow lonesome these past years. Although there were lots of adventures with Sonic, he still didn't like the moments where he'd spend about a month all alone on this island. He really wanted someone to be with him. Just for a day, that's all.
It was so.ironic, that he was so different from the other heroes, who lived down on Earth. Sonic hung out with Tails and Amy all the time, Rouge took up treasure hunting again. They gathered often and played around, went to café's for drinks, went to parks.all except him. He had to sit on the same step every day, and guard the huge emerald that pacified the Chaos Emeralds.
But he had to do it. Even if he'd spend all of his life time on this island.he had to do it. The echidna knew that it was his job. Bees gather honey, birds sing, plants grow.and Knuckles had to guard the emerald. That's how it was.
.But even birds had time to chat with each other.and bees.well.they don't even have to. And plants.
But Knuckles could talk with other people. And he really wanted to as well. Sometimes he'd just say his thoughts out loud, to beat the boredom and loneliness he had. Sometimes he'd dare to take a walk around the island, and let his feet trample his nostalgic feelings under him. Why did this have to happen? Couldn't he take a vacation and relax? Really relax. Knux wanted to talk with his friends again.
And deep down inside, he really wanted a girlfriend. Knuckles really wanted someone he could talk to. Someone who'd like him for what he is. Rouge wasn't around.and she most likely wouldn't want. She wasn't even an echidna. What was he thinking? When was the last time Knuckles saw another of his kind, anyway? They didn't all die out, did they? But even if they did.he still had to guard the emerald.
Couldn't he just wish for.no.no, it wasn't right. Knuckles was obedient to his masters, and knew that using the Master Emerald for selfish desires was wrong. He knew if he'd start making wishes, he'd turn evil. So he patiently waited.for nothing.
He knew he could do it right now. He could just jump off the edge of the island, and glide towards the city and enjoy his life.just as he did the first time he came down. Or he could just not glide, and enjoy falling couple of hundred feet into the ocean, and cool off in the water. It's been a long time since he'd enjoy an intense moment. He'd often get a temptation of doing so, but stood strong to his calling.
"Guardian of the Master Emerald." He thought, ".Who ever gave me the job.anyway?"
Knuckles did ponder of that sometimes, who ordained him to be this way, any who? And why? Why him? Was it because he was the last echidna? Or were there others? Some where down there.on Earth. Or was it because he was special? Well.he did manage to get the emerald back.how many times now? Well, he guessed he was pretty special. Although no one mentioned it, Knuckles managed to give himself some credit at times, and go wander off and pick fruit for the 'Special Event Accomplishment Celebration' meal. It was nothing like getting a shake at a fast food place. Yet, those fruit on Angel Island were very tasty. He wouldn't have to drink for about six hours afterwards. Knuckles didn't mind that. .But it was sure nothing compared to having someone sit by you everyday on those stone steps, and chatter all of the day away. Especially if that someone was a girl. Would Knuckles ever have a family? Or would he just remain on this island for decades. Alone, cold, bitter and wither away, when the time comes. Who would guard the emerald afterwards? Or he would just wish for eternal life, and spent the rest of the time guarding it. No way, he thought, he could sit there for fifty years.but forever? Well.unless there was someone, he wouldn't mind doing that. But alone.
And so he sat there, thinking. Just the same thing he'd do every day, as long as he'd remember. Knuckles sat alone, and sad. Would his dream ever come true? Only time would tell. But rest assured, he had lots of time for that to come.
THE END
I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog cartoon/games/comics, nor any characters/ideas that are within the product. This story is made only for the purpose of enjoyment of readers, and no profit what so ever. I apologize for any inconvenience.
The Lonely One
By Gene-87
Knuckles sat on the steps of the shrine, on Angel Island. Just the same thing he'd do every day since he ever remembered. It was so strange that he didn't even remember how he got this calling. But he had to do it. Even if in some ways he didn't like it, he had to.
Knux really began to grow lonesome these past years. Although there were lots of adventures with Sonic, he still didn't like the moments where he'd spend about a month all alone on this island. He really wanted someone to be with him. Just for a day, that's all.
It was so.ironic, that he was so different from the other heroes, who lived down on Earth. Sonic hung out with Tails and Amy all the time, Rouge took up treasure hunting again. They gathered often and played around, went to café's for drinks, went to parks.all except him. He had to sit on the same step every day, and guard the huge emerald that pacified the Chaos Emeralds.
But he had to do it. Even if he'd spend all of his life time on this island.he had to do it. The echidna knew that it was his job. Bees gather honey, birds sing, plants grow.and Knuckles had to guard the emerald. That's how it was.
.But even birds had time to chat with each other.and bees.well.they don't even have to. And plants.
But Knuckles could talk with other people. And he really wanted to as well. Sometimes he'd just say his thoughts out loud, to beat the boredom and loneliness he had. Sometimes he'd dare to take a walk around the island, and let his feet trample his nostalgic feelings under him. Why did this have to happen? Couldn't he take a vacation and relax? Really relax. Knux wanted to talk with his friends again.
And deep down inside, he really wanted a girlfriend. Knuckles really wanted someone he could talk to. Someone who'd like him for what he is. Rouge wasn't around.and she most likely wouldn't want. She wasn't even an echidna. What was he thinking? When was the last time Knuckles saw another of his kind, anyway? They didn't all die out, did they? But even if they did.he still had to guard the emerald.
Couldn't he just wish for.no.no, it wasn't right. Knuckles was obedient to his masters, and knew that using the Master Emerald for selfish desires was wrong. He knew if he'd start making wishes, he'd turn evil. So he patiently waited.for nothing.
He knew he could do it right now. He could just jump off the edge of the island, and glide towards the city and enjoy his life.just as he did the first time he came down. Or he could just not glide, and enjoy falling couple of hundred feet into the ocean, and cool off in the water. It's been a long time since he'd enjoy an intense moment. He'd often get a temptation of doing so, but stood strong to his calling.
"Guardian of the Master Emerald." He thought, ".Who ever gave me the job.anyway?"
Knuckles did ponder of that sometimes, who ordained him to be this way, any who? And why? Why him? Was it because he was the last echidna? Or were there others? Some where down there.on Earth. Or was it because he was special? Well.he did manage to get the emerald back.how many times now? Well, he guessed he was pretty special. Although no one mentioned it, Knuckles managed to give himself some credit at times, and go wander off and pick fruit for the 'Special Event Accomplishment Celebration' meal. It was nothing like getting a shake at a fast food place. Yet, those fruit on Angel Island were very tasty. He wouldn't have to drink for about six hours afterwards. Knuckles didn't mind that. .But it was sure nothing compared to having someone sit by you everyday on those stone steps, and chatter all of the day away. Especially if that someone was a girl. Would Knuckles ever have a family? Or would he just remain on this island for decades. Alone, cold, bitter and wither away, when the time comes. Who would guard the emerald afterwards? Or he would just wish for eternal life, and spent the rest of the time guarding it. No way, he thought, he could sit there for fifty years.but forever? Well.unless there was someone, he wouldn't mind doing that. But alone.
And so he sat there, thinking. Just the same thing he'd do every day, as long as he'd remember. Knuckles sat alone, and sad. Would his dream ever come true? Only time would tell. But rest assured, he had lots of time for that to come.
THE END