I never meant for him to die because of me.
Now my friend is dead. I didn't know what to do as his murderer laughed in an evil manner. Was he unwilling to kill me too? Am I that important? Or am I not important at all? He didn't care about me. He cared that he was able to kill the hero. He killed the one we always counted on. We all took him for granted, and now he's gone.
I kneeled over his dead body. I shook him a few times, saying his name, just to see if there was still hope. No hope was found. There was nothing I could do, except break a promise. I sank down and cried. A flame rose up to cause destruction. I knew something terrible is in process and I felt I had no control over it.
Later on, everyone else we knew found out about him. We all gathered around him. A good friend of his buried her face into her hands. Another one just looked away. We tried to make sense of the situation. Our world was doomed and a loved one was lost. Well, at least not all the way.
I felt his presence in the wind. I knew it wasn't too late. I was told what to do and I agreed to do it. I used the chaos emeralds and focused on my wish for a miracle. I wished I could speak to him again and save our world. As I wished, he rose from the ground. I slowly walked over to him. I pleaded for him to come back to us. We needed him now more than ever. I moved in closer and finally gave the hero a kiss.
A light flashed, and he was back to life, brighter than ever. I fell to the ground. I felt a little weak, but I stood up again, next to my hero. He knew what he had to do, and formed a circle with two of his kind. I watched as Sonic the Hedgehog was once again fighting for all of us.