Prologue

One of the biggest mysteries in the world is death. What happens when you die? Well, I know. I did die but, then I was brought back to life. I have few memories of the afterlife but, the only thing I know is that I am not supposed to tell you everything about it. It is against the laws of nature and the afterlife.

Now you are probably wondering who I am. I am Maria Robotnik. I was murdered at the Ark. Where I basically grew up. I was killed by gun fire and had sent my best friend, Shadow, to Earth. In the afterlife you can watch the living go on about their lives. I watched Shadow from the afterlife. Through the shiny glass I watched as he vowed to keep the promise that I asked him to keep. He did his best to forgot about me. But he was troubled of doing that task.

The master of the afterlife had sent me to Earth telling me how my time there was not complete. He claimed that I wouldn't have to worry about disease or anything. The master placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. They closed their eyes and I felt my soul press against the glass. The shine was soft and I felt peaceful. My spirit cut the tiny threads of the force field. Each one sang with every one that was ripped apart.

The experience felt strange. I was happy, sad, mad, scared, and well almost every emotion you can think of. My stomach felt like they were in knots. I couldn't stand it. I pleaded for the feeling to stop but, it just continued. I screamed but, only found my voice lost as I passed through the shield.

My transparent spirit felt thick. Blood flowed in my veins, my silent heart began to beat again, my lungs needed air again. I was alive!

I stepped onto the Earth for the first time. I felt grass between my toes, I saw the blue sky for the first time. A soft breeze pushed aside my locks of golden hair. My clothes flapped against my skin. My gaze looked down at my body. My legs were longer, My flat chest...was no longer flat, and my hair went to my waist instead of stopping at my shoulders like before. I had taken the form of a much older person. My thoughts seem to tell me that I was three years older than before. I was fifteen.

My blue eyes darted around looking at my surroundings. I was in a forest. Ones that I had seen in pictures and in dreams. It was peaceful just like how I imagined it. It was so beautiful on the Earth. The Earth seemed to be much better than I had ever dreamed of it being. In the distance were skyscrapers. A city wasn't to far.

I was dressed in a white dress. It dragged behind me. It was simple and had no detail. A simple ribbon was tied around my waist. A small pearl was wrapped with a golden design that was hooked to a chain. The pearl seemed to glow in the sunlight. I pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear as I stared at the city before me.

This was what it was like to be alive again.

I took a deep breath a walked forward towards the city.