Another day has passed and every day I wonder if the day will ever come when Robotnik will ever be overthrown. Day after day, we plan and plan. But never do we grow any closer to our goal. If this is true, then why am I sitting here?
I roll my eyes at my stupid antics.
"Sal? SAL!" I hear someone yell.
"H-huh?" I shook my head.
"Wow," said my spiny blue friend, "and I thought I was a tad terrible at paying attention," grinned Sonic.
"Er sorry about that," I said as I gathered the papers on the huge oval table in front of me.
"Is the meeting over already?" I asked.
"uhh yeah. For while now…"
"Huh," I merely said and stood up from my chair.
The War Room is where we make all the plans, blueprints, hold all the meetings and etc. Lately my head had been in a depressing mood. I would stare off in space just thinking about…everything, everything that existed, concrete or abstract.
"You seem a bit different lately Sal," Sonic said to me, shifting uncomfortably.
"I know Sonic, there does seem to be something wrong with me."
"No, I didn't mean that. I just meant your different nowadays."
I left the hut later. Hungry so went to grab some "grub" as Sonic would call it. I went up to cafeteria and found Bunnie there.
"Hey thar Sugar Sal. Watcha up to?" she greeted me.
"Eating," I replied.
Bunnie rolled her eyes. "Yea I can see that Sally-girl."
I picked up a plate of fruit and slumped down on a round table. My auburn hair shadowed my eyes as I tilted my head low.
She sighed and sat next to me as I munched on a pear. "Not such a great day huh?" she said as if stating a fact.
"Are you kidding? It's a beautiful day! The sun is shining, what grass we have left from Robotnik is grown and wonderfully soft, and our plants are growing fine. What makes you think that this day is bad?" I questioned.
"Well the way you is all gloomy I'd figure it ain't so special for you."
"This storm cloud has been following me lately is all Bunnie," I stated as I lifted my head to meet her concerned deep green eyes.
"Well Sally-girl ya'll ever need to talk I'll be right here," she said as she got up to go. Her arm and legs made a robotic sound due to her half-robotization.
I continued to eat when I heard someone sit down next to me. A familiar aroma drifted to my nose. Aww no I thought, knowing who it was.
"My prinzess what are joo doing eating small amount of food? Joo are too skinny as it is to eat somezing as zat! No?" the French coyote said to me in his silly air that seemed to follow him no matter where he went.
"No Antoine, there is barley any food left because I just ate the rest of it," I said and rolled my eyes again.
"Ah yez that tiz true."
Antoine is a French coyote who is not the bravest guy in town nor is he the brightest bulb.
"Well my prinzess 'ow about I cook up a delizious stew for joo? I promise it vill be the finest you've ever tast-ed."
"It's tasted and no thank you Antoine I'm full now." I stood up and put the dish in the sink with the rest of the dirty dishes and walked out the door.
I sighed and walked over to the power ring pool, a place where we got most of our energy from, and sat down on the long log that was placed in front of it. I stared at the pond's water and my reflection in it. My once bright blue eyes had turned dull and lifeless. My eyelids were half open and my hands placed under my head and elbows settled on my knees. A chilling wind came across shoulders as the day had started to become afternoon. "Where did I put my vest?" I wondered as I wrapped my arms around myself.
Once more I zoned out, staring into space until someone interrupted my thoughts once more.
"Sal, you're doing it again!" Sonic loudly said to me with his hand waving in front of my face.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I can't help it anymore. It feels almost natural," I said once I came to.
Sonic sighed and sat next me. It was then I realized what time of the day it was. I gazed to the horizon, a dull gray color, but you could see brightness in one area. Everyone knew it was the sun behind those clouds of pollution. And already the sun was at the bottom, halfway unseen. My ears lowered, Sonic noticed this.
"Something's gotta be wrong now Sal," he said to me, looking me over, "your face is never happy anymore. And what's better to help you feel better than talking to your best bud, pal, and your main squeeze."
I turned my head towards him and saw his trademark grin on his face again. I resisted the attempt to roll my eyes and just smiled at him. I might as well tell him everything that plays in my mind.
"Oh negative things are the only things that cross my mind anymore."
"Like what?"
Guess I have to answer now. "Well you know, like if we'll ever really beat Robotnik and other enemies. Things are getting so hard now an-"
"Aren't things always been hard?"
I went on. "-and it just makes me really wonder if we will ever win this. It feels so unlikely because of how long we've been fighting."
"Aw Sal, you know this is nothing compared to the Great War. But we got through that didn't we?"
"Not us Sonic. That was the earlier generation. They were older and experienced. Not us. We're so young and yet here we are fighting this war all by ourselves."
Sonic went silent for a minute, as if thinking a comeback. "Well," he started, "ya gotta admit, we're doing pretty well for people our age. But I guess that's just 'cause of people like you and 'Rote," he said. When he said "'Rote" he was referring to one of the other Freedom Fighters. A walrus who has a wonderful ability with machinery.
I turned on him. "No Sonic, none of this would ever be possible without you or anyone else for that matter," I stated firmly.
He stared for a minute, expressionless. Then smiled and turned back to the ugly horizon. Silence engulfed us.
"Well," he said getting up, "it's going to be a while 'til it's my turn to guard the pond at night. 'Til then, I better get my beauty sleep," he said while I looked up at him. I got up too.
"Well g' night then Sonic," I said as I drew closer to him. His ears pricked up as our space was filled in. Our mouths touched for a fleeting second while my hand rested upon his chest and my other behind my back. I pulled away, too soon for me, and walked to the adjacent hut that belonged to me.
"Night Sal," I barely heard his voice. I was reminded once again of the chilling evening when the wind came by and brushed against my cheeks, as if trying to remind me things aren't as blissful as they felt just like that fleeting second did.
And Sonic was right. Though I never knew it, my eyes became a bit more living.
