Okay, so this is a renewal of a former fanfic of this same principle. I like this more than the last. I hope you all enjoy this fanfic! I'll most likely be writing this more than the other fics and also working on my video game. We'll see. I could be wrong.

Edit August 4, 2014: I renamed my main character AGAIN because I just CANNOT find a good name xD I think Frostfire sounds good, apparently, it's a Skyrim reference but whatevs. I like it ^^

"I don't know who I am, I know my name is Frostfire, but who named me? It could be friend or foe, I know this not. Was I made naturally or artificially? To be made out of love is to be made natural; but to be formed from the face of evil is artificially breathing. Of course, I barely fathom the idea of love anyhow; where it began and how it originated. Did it come from a family and its home? I do not even know what a home actually is. What is so significant about a home? It must represent some sort of comfort related to the spirit and the heart. Do I not have those things? I'm certain they have their purpose; and that is the whole of what gives one purpose in life. And yet I ask, what is my purpose? Is it to spend each breath wondering, longing, and searching for answers as to how I received these added limbs? The days before I could lift off the ground are a mystery to my cognizance.

"Now that I contemplate on this, I remember a sensation. The sensation washes over me but I can't really describe it. It was as if I changed from one thing to another. Yes, I can recall; my mind is clearer, save for some details. I underwent a transformation of being something whole to something new and different yet somehow appearing the same. I know I'm no longer whole because I was told by someone I am special somehow; an amalgamation of something partial - something unfinished. I can recollect my species now. But I don't remember what my life was like before I changed from a mere feline into what is known as a hybrid.

"It's pain I felt so long ago but I can't remember how that evil man, whom my mind's eye saw, put wings on my body. I can't remember if it singed or stung during the operation before I went into slumber, if I am placing this correctly. And if I am, where my head laid was more than a resting place, it was a tomb for my identity. A casket to hold time into a frozen state; to cause events to happen all at once and with succession yet I sit still watching everything, unable to escape. A place where more of my identity should have been taken from me but mercifully, time hadn't tortured me at that time. But now, it sneers down on me, slaying what little innocence I have simply because I cannot remember nor tamper with what has been set into motion. I wish I could tear a hole into the timeline and see into my devastation. To know why I hate this abhorrent man with every fiber of my being. Yet these are simply feelings from so long ago, and I still cannot remember.

"Each day I would walk alone, holding on to let them, they who tried to see into me, know that this curse is what was given to me; to boldly hide behind this mask of childish fear and try to believe I'm not a monster. My reflection in the river is an illusion of someone else, I don't know her, she isn't the snow leopard I know. I've blinded my eyes to what I see, I can't embrace it if I'm not real. I have to leave it well enough alone and not remember. I'm cutting my pride and watching it bleed; what else do the stitches in my back represent? It's pain I know I can't ignore and yet it kills me that I don't remember. I can remember to know this will conquer me if I can't remember who I was. I can walk alone and try to escape into myself; to meditate on what I was so I know who I'm supposed to be. Or I'm just nothing at all."

I answered their simple questions and yet they all stood before me bewildered. The blue one asked me what my name was and who I was, the orange one asked me where I came from, the red one asked me what my purpose was, and the pink one asked me if my wings had any correlation to my origins. An odd bunch, definitely. However, they were the ones who orchestrated my rescue from my prison.

The blue one, the hedgehog they call Sonic, gracefully destroyed the evil man's lair and unchained me from my eternal sleep. After which, I devoted my life to him; what other way could I have thanked him for my rescue? Regardless, he humbly declined any thanks as he apparently did this on a regular basis. But I persisted that since I had nowhere to be that I follow him. Amazingly, he accepted. While his speed was impressive, I did not wish to travel by his feet but by my wings. As such, he was equally impressed at how I could keep up with him at such a low speed that no other could match. Before I understood his reputation, I thought nothing of this feat.

"Those are deep words, Frostfire. For someone who has been locked away from the world a long time, you had plenty of time to think and time to soak in knowledge." The fox named Tails replied first.

"Being isolated is nothing new for me, before I could bring the Master Emerald with me, my entire life was filled with questions and loneliness." Simply stated the Echidna called Knuckles.

"No one should be alone, though. Everyone deserves a friend." Amy the Hedgehog said next.

"Agreed. You have friends in us, Frostfire." Sonic finished the series of answers. My heart if I ever had one, felt especially close to him. I couldn't place why. But as everyone went off and did their own thing and I was shown where I would be staying, I flew up to my roof and contemplated longer. Perhaps I felt close to Sonic because his face was like a light unto the darkness when he appeared over my gloom. That friendly and comforting smirk. The way his eyes had said, "Worry not, I am here." It was almost as if he were the very thing I prayed for while tumbling into endless time.

Sleeping on the roof, I awoke the next morning to the face I had originally opened my eyes to before I came here. For the first time ever, I experienced what seemed to a dream and not a nightmare; of course, the nightmare was, indeed, the very life I lived inside the capsule. The dream was simply the embodiment of Sonic's visage. Clearly, I idolized him, but for reasons unknown. He gave me hope when there was none. Floating upon a cotton-candy cloud of peace was simply being reminded by his face that I was no longer paralyzed into a habitation of hell. His face was alive and bright as he looked into mine.

"Morning, Frost. Feeling more like sunshine rather than rain, today?" At first, I didn't understand what he meant, but almost as immediately, a comprehension sparked. I didn't feel depressed, angry or lost. I felt serenity, pleasure, and security. Those very thoughts caused warmness to fill my cheeks and my speech to be slowed down.

"Er, yes. A very, eh, bright sunny day as opposed to dainy ray- I mean rainy day." Sonic simply chuckled at this.

"Great," He replied with a thumbs up pose. "If you're up to learning something new, meet me by the big ol' oak tree in the center of Station Square. I'm going to be playing my guitar and making some mondo-sweet music. Catch ya' later." Before I could even remark a goodbye, he was off the roof in a split second. Stretching my bones, I went into my hut and ate something to eat in a hurry and readied myself for the day. This would be a new day; one of opportunities, new beginnings, and lessons to be learned.

Wow, I can't believe how long it took me to write this! It was one day but man the inspiration to write took FOREVER. I was listening to Sonic songs even but no inspiration. Wouldn't you know, of all things to get me going was Disturbed. Anyone notice the blatant Remember reference? Yeah…you can thank the song for getting this fanfic up on its feet. In due time at like 4 am xD Sorry for the vomit of philosophy, that's just how it came out. I know it was technically short, but it should get better soon. Hope you liked it!

Next time: Frostfire learns something about herself and she connects with Sonic a little bit