Trinity: And here, my third story on You people should praise me...
Shadow: (stretches) Alright! I'm back!
Draco: You look like you just woke up.
Shadow: (O.o) ...
Trinity: Draco! Go back to your own story!
Draco: Fine! (walks away)
Shadow: ...
Trinity: No. Don't even think about it!
Shadow: Drats...
I don't own Sega and it's wonderful characters. Though I did make a few adjustments to some of them...
Chapter 1- The Black Hedgehog Returns
TAILS' JOURNAL
This is a journal that I have start, so that people, including myself, will never forget the days of a, hopefully, famous genius.
For three years, a terrible war consumed the world. It was called The War That Destroyed the World. There has been death and destruction all over the globe. And now, on this very day, it has been exactly one year since all that ended. And still, this world has been left a hellish place to live. In most places, nothing will grow or the things that do are toxic. It has been very hard to get by.
People have been forced to move from their homes as they were destroyed and move to another. My own workshop has been destroyed twice. This time, I'm living a little way from Farsight Town. I built my workshop out in the woods next to the river, so I have a little protection if any bandits decide to cause trouble. If worse comes to worse, I can just escape down the river.
Tails stretched and stifled a yawn as he finished the first entry of his journal. He closed the little book and left it on the center of his desk as he rose to his feet. The clock above his desk read 11:49 and Tails was ready for bed. He climbed the stairs to the little flat above his workshop, took off clothes, tossed them into the corner of the room and climbed underneath the covers.
The window that Tails' bed was underneath had no curtains, so the moon light illuminated his room. He sighed and rolled onto his back, staring up through his window. He could easily see the full moon hanging high in the sky.
Something else occurred on this day. Tails thought to himself. Shadow up and disappeared. The same day that the first attack occurred miles and miles away. Nobody knows were he went, or when he was coming back.
With one last glance at the moon, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
I wonder if he's okay.
-0-0-
The next morning, Tails dragged himself out of bed early. He had to go into town today and get the groceries for the week. He might only be 12 years old, but Tails has been living independently for 5 years. He knew how to cook and clean, keep his house and workshop presentable. He had to get use to living on his own at an early age.
Tails put on a pair of shorts, struggling with his pair of tails for a while, and grabbed his best sleeveless jacket. He pulled on his old shoes and gloves, which were worn and torn. I need to get some new gloves this time, he thought, inspecting his finger tips through the torn fabric. He grabbed the little purse that he saved most of his rings in and carefully counted out enough for shopping and left his workshop just as the sun peaked over the tree tops.
The town of Farsight was placed strategically at the top of a tall hill. From the watch towers, one could see for miles all around. The thick forest surrounding the town and the shadow of the jagged mountains hid the town from those who didn't know where to find to it. The tall gates surrounding the town kept the citizens within safe from the harm of ill meaning strangers.
Everything about the town of Farsight pointed toward one thing. It was a settlement founded by the survivors of the war. People who were driven from their original home lands and sought for a safe place to beginning again found this valley. Farsight, though well-known after the war, was isolated from the world during. It was the perfect safe haven.
Tails, well known by the watch, strolled into town and went down to the marketplace. He stopped to get himself some breakfast in the bakery then went on to start buying his necessities. He stopped at one stall and looked at some gloves, a black leather pair catching his eye. He passed on actually getting them, and instead spent the rest of his money on some new mechanical parts for his inventions.
The morning had developed into a humid afternoon when he was done shopping. Using his tails, he flew home as quickly as he could. Tails disliked the heat of the day and preferred to be home when the warmth hit. He landed in front of the garage doors and had to put down the bags as he fumbled for his keys. He got into the workshop, put up the groceries (his kitchen is next to the workshop), and laid out the parts on his work table.
Tails turned around and had the misfortune to knock over a bucket of water. Cursing silently he grabbed towels and mopped up the mess. The large bucket he knocked over contained water from a lake out near the base of the mountain. He forgot why he had it filled particularly with this water, but he grabbed the bucket and went out to fill it again anyways.
Huffing and puffing, Tails climbed over the huge roots of the forest trees and dodged their low hanging branches. He couldn't fly through the forest to get to his destination and had to go on foot. He hopped over a particularly large root and stumbled over something. This "something" groaned in pain from being stepped on. Tails scrambled to his feet and gasped at what he saw.
Shadow the Hedgehog was lying unconscious under the roots of one very old tree.
-0-0-
Tails sat panting in his reading chair. He brought Shadow back to workshop as quickly as he could. It was no easy task carrying him up the stairs either. Shadow currently rested in Tails' bed, sleeping soundly. Tails could find no physical injuries on him, but he hadn't even stirred when Tails lifted him up on his back. As far as he knew, Shadow was just fine, despite the fact he was still unconscious.
Tails watched Shadow sleep for a little while longer before remembering why he was out. And I left the bucket out there, too. He gave one last glance at Shadow and went down the stairs. I hope he doesn't wake up while I'm out. There's no telling what he'll do when he finds himself in a strange place.
Tails left and retraced his steps back to the place where he tripped and dropped the bucket. He found it stuck in a branch, and continued on his way to the lake. Though his return trip was weighed down with a bucket full of water, he walked as fast as he could. He managed to get home with only a quarter of the water spilt down his front. Grumbling, he went up to his flat and headed towards the shower.
"Is that kind of language appropriate for a child?"
Tails spun around at the sound of the voice. "Sh-Shadow! Are you alright? What happened? How did you get here? Where did you come from?"
"Not now Tails!" Shadow groaned in a weak voice. "I'm having enough problems as it is. Don't bombard me with pointless questions."
"S-Sorry." Moments of silence. "Um, I'm going to go take a shower right now."
More silence. Tails, feeling awkward, ducks into the bathroom. What's up with him? I guess he was always like that though…Tails bathed quickly, feeling like he shouldn't keep Shadow waiting. But when he got out of the bathroom, Shadow was asleep again. With a sigh, Tails went down stairs and looked around for something to do.
I hope he wakes up soon. We have a lot of things to discuss.
Tails: He's asleep! Why is he asleep again!
Shadow: Why am I sleeping again?
Trinity: You'll understand it later. In the next chapter. So just wait a little.
Tails: (groans) But where am I gonna sleep?
Trinity: THE COUCH!
Tails: All right, all right...
Shadow: Heh heh. Read and Review folks!
