My name is Maya
I concentrated all my energy on the small patch of grass. The one with the light pink flower sticking out of it. My mother stood a little less than five feet away, watching my every move, taking mental notes on what needed work. Her light violet eyes narrowed, ready to carefully analyze every move I made as I held up my hands, about to begin. I thrust my hands out towards the selected piece of grass… and concentrated. In my minds' eye I could see the flower slipping easily out of the ground, maybe carrying a small chunk of ground with it, un-aided by my still hands.
I furrowed my eyebrows, and concentrated even harder. I would not mess up. I would get it right this time. I grinned as I heard a satisfying 'rriiippp!' from the space in front of me. Keeping my concentration, I slowly opened my deep violet eyes. I had to refrain from shouting a triumphant 'yes!' because that was a concentration ruiner.
Floating before me, bathed in a magenta light, was a small chunk of ground beneath some very green grass, and… the pink flower I had been aiming for. I grinned and used my telekinesis to slowly bring the mound closer. I used my mitten-enclosed hand to pluck the flower, slowly guiding the mound back to where I had pulled it from. I turned to my mom, and, jokingly, got down on one knee to hand her the flower.
"For you, m'lady!" I said, bowing down as I handed her the flower. She smiled, but it was a I'm-worried-about-your-training smile. One of her more distant ones. Mom accepted the flower, and I watched hesitantly as she placed it in her glowing headband. The one with the strange pink symbol on it. The one that was just like mine.
I sighed deeply at her vacant state.
"What did I do wrong this time?" I wonder aloud in annoyance.
"You are improving Maya, you really are," She starts off in that motherly voice of encouragement. "But you need to work more on your speed with the power. If you really work at it, you'll get to where you only need to have a single thought before your powers kick in. That could give you a large advantage in battle." She states matter-of-factly.
"Mom, I've never been in a battle before. Angel Island is almost the most peaceful place on Mobius." I protested.
"It is now, and may have been for over thirteen years, but there will be a day when someone decides they have to have the Master Emerald for whatever purposes. When that day comes, you need to be ready." She says in that motherly way that for whatever reason convinces me that she is and always has been right.
"But, I thought dad-" I started, before getting cut off.
"Your father is a great Guardian, but we will need all the help we can get if someone like Dr. Eggman shows up for their nefarious purposes." She interrupted.
I glared.
"Fine, I'll work on it." I muttered, letting my hands fall to my sides. Mom puts a black gloved hand on my shoulder, and guides me back to the temple many refer to as 'Mystic Ruin'.
Looking up the stairwell leading to the Master Emerald, I could just barely make out the shape of my father, reclining against one of the remaining stone pillars.
"Come on." My mother says to me, taking my arm and motioning to the small cottage just beyond the forest that we all lived in. I use the word 'lived', but, really, it only served as a place to sleep and eat food. Most of the time, we all had stuff going on. I had to learn the power of the Nocturnus clan and learn to control the strength inherited from my father. My parents had decided on a 'teaching plan' where I would learn each of the skills they wanted me to learn in shifts.
My parents took me in shifts.
A few minutes later, we were standing in the kitchen and I was helping to prepare dinner- a fruit salad. I peeled and took out the seeds of orange after orange in near silence. I heard the sound of my mother's knife against the cutting-board, and the satisfying 'plunk!' when I dropped a seed into the cup sitting on the counter beside me. After a few minutes, I noticed something else, too. My mother was humming.
She only did that when she was completely content. I resolved not to speak until she had finished her song. I grabbed the ever-helpful trashcan under the kitchen sink and dumped the pile of orange peels that had been gathering on the counter. Abruptly the humming stopped, and I turned to my mother with uncertainty. She was staring out the window at something.
Following her gaze, I saw that my father had left the stairwell of the Alter. Not only that, but there was another Mobian there, talking with him. I vaguely recognized him as one of my father's.. um… acquaintances. He would get mad if I had referred to Sonic as a 'friend'.
Sonic appeared to be trying to persuade dad to do something… I wasn't sure what it was, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach about what would happen if he had agreed. Mom was startled out of her stupor by me.
"What's going on?" I muttered. She looked at me as if just realizing I was there.
She almost ran outside, yelling "Knuckles!" From the window, I could see that Sonic was being very persuasive in whatever he was talking about. Dad must have had a score to settle with someone, because I could see him beginning to nod at what Sonic was saying.
I was worried, and it was this worry that prompted me to do what I never should have done: I followed him. I lay awake after dinner, and as soon as I heard footsteps, I quietly snuck out of bed. I was in the kitchen, hiding under the dining table. Mother's stealth lessons had not been wasted. I could see my father's red, yellow, green and gray sneakers as he turned and whispered into the darkness, "Goodbye Shade, Maya. I'll see you soon." Then, just like that, he was gone.
But so was I.
A half-hour later, the game of 'evade dad' was starting to get boring as he was making it very easy to be followed. But we had reached our destination, so it seemed. A large tower stretched up into the looming darkness. Alarms had been sounded in the tower, and I could see a flaming… something fly around from my front-row-seat behind a large boulder. The 'something' turned out to be a plane with two more of my father's 'acquaintances' on board.
I recognized the fox to be Tails, Sonic's best friend. The bright pink hedgehog would be hard to forget, and I knew her to be the hammer-swinging girl that had an undeniably huge crush on Sonic. I then realized how close I was to my father, and quietly retreated to a few close trees.
"Knuckles!" The yellow fox had exclaimed when my father saved his behind from ultimate doom. "Am I glad to see you!"
My father stared at him coldly. I smirked. He couldn't be away from the Master Emerald for more than five minutes without becoming angry at the world. I knew my dad, and he wasn't one to abandon a job. Especially not one this important.
"What's his problem?" Amy asked huffily. I was near enough to hear my father's next comment.
"Overkill. Just like always." He muttered stoically, crossing his red-furred arms as he glared at the tall building surrounded by robots. The next minute was uneventful, as I sat drawing random pictures in the dirt with a stick.
Suddenly, one of Amy's comments caught my attention enough to deserve a possible glance.
"What is that?" I couldn't help it. I gasped and dropped my stick. The whole building began spouting light from all directions. A large amount began to slowly, but with increasing speed, begin to engulf the space around it. I was sure that the light would be seen from Angel Island. The noise I made was too loud. It was just enough to make my dad swivel his head around to look straight at me.
I gulped. Bus-ted.
"Maya?" He asked in shock. Amy and Tails stared at me, too.
I nodded uncertainly.
He was suddenly angry, and then fearful as the light got closer. "Maya! Get out of here! Run!" He shouted, but it was too late. The light had gotten me too. I watched as it gobbled up my legs first, then the rest of me. I was too caught up in the pandemonium to notice that I had tripped, and fallen. The last thing I heard was my father shouting my name.
"Maya! NOOO!"
And then, it was all gone. All of it. Although, one thing does remain.
My name is Maya.
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