Thanks to all the very positive reviews I've gotten so far, I really appreciate it.

Oh and addressing last chapter, when it said that I love you part, it was Silver speaking and it was suppose to be more of a sibling sort of way, NOT a romantic one. If I had put it like that, it would kind of change the story around, and that wasn't what I exactly had in mind.

And curses for it to glitch, right after I submitted my story. Hate when stuff like that happens.

So we left off with Blaze's final goodbye to Silver, who had sacrificed his own life to save hers.

Reminiscence of the Antiquity, and the Posterity

Chapter II

(Amy's pov)

Today was suppose to finally be the day that I've been waiting for, Sonic had agreed to spending the entire day doing whatever I wanted, and I was looking forward to this for weeks now. Even to my more surprised self, he agreed to accompany me in whatever activities I desired, pretty much a dream that burst from my mind into a full blown reality.

Except due to the aggravating appalling weather, my plans had to be delayed further, for Sonic didn't want to go out and get soaked, my luck. What I could never comprehend is the reason of why he feared water so much, it's not like it's going to burn him if he touches it. Okay so he is incapable of swimming, but there are many people in the world that can't, and they aren't frightened of water.

Now since I had thought that I would be spending my entire day with him, I planned nothing else for myself today, so I had nothing to do now, and I loathed not having something to do. Well, I had to do something today, with or without you to spend the day with me.

I watched outside and just really noticed how powerful this storm was. The winds were extremely blustery and blew the trees so hard that good sized branches were getting torn on the spot. A nearly 5 foot branch landed with a crack on my granite walkway, snapping it in 2.

The rain was no better, believe me. Those stubborn shadowy clouds kept on pouring sheet after sheet of rain, and my yard was getting to look more and more like a tropical swamp. There was way too much rain for the ground to take in, and the over saturation caused the excess rainwater to puddle up, making nearly half of my beautiful green lawn invisible to the eye.

I let out and apathetic sigh, why does the world never like to make things ever work in my favor?

I strode away from my water drop covered window, and decided to flick on a little television, with a bit of luck there might something that could clear my mind about how erroneous this day had turned out. And it so happened that the identical second in which I was going to push my power button on the remote, the power went dead in my home.

Wonderful day I'm having now, the world sure does love me.

Steamed, I really desperately needed something to calm myself down before I just exploded of anger. I thought for a second, and decided to do something simple, I'd take a nice warm bubble bath. I had a fresh issue of Q-magazine in the mail yesterday afternoon, but didn't have anytime to read it for I arrived back home late that day, and when I was out at the mall, I bought a whole bunch of different scented soaps, I could try them out.

Now pleased that I had something to look forward to, I climbed my white carpeted stairs at a unhurried turtle-like pace, only though because I was looking at the flurry of photos framed on my wall. There were some that had just me and Cream when we spent the day together, others with the whole gang, and even one in the middle that featured one of the only times I had seen Shadow giving his best smile, something that is as rare as me hating Sonic.

But my favorite one had to be that cherished photograph that was on a section of wall over the stairway. It was Sonic and I who were featured in it, and our background was a breathtaking view of the ocean, the white bubbly tops of the waves, and the beautiful reds, oranges, and yellows of the sunset we witnessed. What really made me treasure this picture was the fact that we were holding onto one another and his head was on my shoulder, a small blush in his cheeks. One of the only times he actually agreed to a photograph with me without trying to escape as if it were a fate worse then death, or in his sake, the world running out of chilidogs.

I giggled to myself as I reached the second floor of my warm 2 bedroom home, one I used as mine, the other was mostly a guest room. Cream tended to show up often, I always welcomed her presence, her cheery personality could only be matched with mine. Even my dearest Sonic showed up not once, but twice!! He stopped by unannounced one day after a really rough battle with Eggman, and actually spent a whole night watching movies and talking to me, oh how I adored that day.

Now in my spotless and sparkling new bathroom, which had been redone and reworked as I got a renovation a few months ago, I went to retrieve some of the liquid that paid a big role in my bathwater that soon would be buzzing with bubbles. I decided on Apple Cinnamon over Tropical Fruit Blend, I dunno why, I just felt like it.

I twisted on the hot and cold water handles, and started fiddling with both of them trying to search for the perfect temperature. It couldn't be too cold or it would be pretty pointless to be, and not too hot either, I didn't really feel like getting burned today, after all my day was horrible as it stands. Then I poured in some of my bath time liquid, and watched for a second as the mounds of microscopic bubbles grew and grew.

Once the bathtub was filled to a reasonable measure, and I had my trusty favorite music magazine tucked under my arm, I began to undress myself, piling my pink dress, gold bracelets, and my headband in a corner of the room. Being without clothes now just made me notice how cool it was in here!

I poked my foot in the steaming water, and slowly submerged most of my body in the bubbly and tepid water. I laid my head on the back of the tub, letting all my stress and anxiety just slip away out of my body, and seemingly into the water. I would read my magazine later since I had the whole day to myself, right now I would rather just let myself unwind in my precious water.

I was about to fall asleep, till I heard a thud, well actually multiple thuds from my ceiling, causing me to reopen my eyes, and also pissing me off because it was just something else that was piling on to my bad day. But then I could make out a voice, almost as if screaming help I think. Deciding to focus in on this voice or sort, I noticed it was shrieking help!

I hopped out of my warm bathwater, excess cinnamon apple bubbles sticking all over me, but I just ignored it. I searched the room in bewilderment for my deep red colored robe, only to notice it hanging on the back of my bathroom door, it was hidden between that and the wall. I slipped it on as I rushed to the aid of this screaming, hoping and praying that I wasn't too late.

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(Blaze's pov)

As saddened as I was over my abandonment of my homeland and the fact that I might never see Silver again, I had to admit that this portal was just an implausible sight for the eyes. Surrounding myself was dark swirling purples and greens, mixed around with blues and blacks, I had a yearning for my camera right now, just so I would be capable to take a snapshot of this. I had never saw something so stunning in my entire life.

Well other than the pretty colors, I was still half scared to death, anybody would be if you were drifting through space not having the smallest amount of a clue where you would end up. I saw my bag in back of me, it's straps dangling on the sides as it rode the portal right behind.

While floating here I also made a decision to have a memorial type thing for Silver, in his honor. With all the chaos of the atmosphere and weather in my world, it was seemingly impossible for anybody to survive, and Silver wasn't the all powerful one either. I remember the last time I laughed was seeing him covered in my orange juice, it was a memory of the past now, something I would pledge to never forget.

I was though looking forward to seeing all of Sonic's buddies again, although the only one I knew other than the blue hedgehog himself was his twin tailed buddy Tails. He told me about other people, and this time I would get to meet them. I remember him mentioning about a echidna named Knuckles, he called him a relaxed hothead that had temper problems, and Shadow who he mentioned as a calm quiet being who always would keep to himself. And a rabbit named Cream, as well as Rouge the Bat, whom according to Sonic had some kind of relationship with Knuckles.

The last person he meant was a pink hedgehog like himself named Amy Rose. He remarked that she was a cheerful girl, but was obsessive over trying to win his love. However something I was able to observe from talking to him about this that day was the fact that Amy was the person he described most, it just seemed odd to me.

Up ahead I noticed a bright white light, no larger than a speck coming into view. However, the nearer I was getting to it, the brighter and more massive it became, and soon it was starting to get so vivid that I had to close my eyes.

I didn't feel anything for the time being, until I landed on some kind of tiled surface that was really rigid. I didn't want to open my eyes yet, I wanted to wait for a moment. But as I felt the rigid tiles underneath me, I also noticed that they were moving. Wait, they weren't moving… I was!

My eyes shot open, now noticing that I was on a rooftop of a home, and I was sliding down rather quickly to what looked to be the edge of it. I panicked, and was trying to scamper up to avoid a agonizing fall to the ground below, which happened to be a thorn bush and a stone path

This didn't work well however, as the weather was a chilly profound rain, it was soaking the roof and running down to the gutters, causing my grip to be little to none. Soon I was at the edge, and could feel my legs starting to slip right off the rooftop. Then my body gave in the direction of the ground, and as I could know it now, I was hanging off a stranger's roof in the middle of a rainstorm. Her house was oddly tall, I was nearly a good 15 feet of more above the ground.

I struggled as I attempted to pull my body up again, but my slippery hand were about to give way and let go of the white colored gutters on the ends of the roof. Then they did, and I began to fall off the roof, and prepared for a not so welcomed landing, until I felt myself in a person's arms, instead of the ground.

Relieved, I looked to the person who had just saved me from some superfluous injuries, to see a pink hedgehog, her quills soaked by the rain I suppose. Then, I remembered who that was from before.

"You must be Amy Rose."

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(Marine's pov at her home during the disaster)

Well… who would have guessed that my death would not come of age, but my own home disintegrating into rubble on top of my head. That wasn't really what I had in mind of how I would perish from the earth. Just think of something like that it the paper, girl killed when home falls on her, sounds sort of silly.

At the moment I was probably more scared than I had ever remember myself being before. The second was when I was rock climbing on a mountain when I had paid my annual monthly visit to Sliver and Blaze, I had almost cut my rope and tumbled down the cliffside. That would have been tremendously agonizing, as below us were thousands of jagged spiky rock formations, some with the sharpness to puncture skin.

Now I was huddled on my bed, my knees held up to by chest, as I waited there, trapped in the one place I knew better than anybody. Huge waves crashed onto my shore side home, causing the entire frame of my house to shake and stir, something I didn't favor one bit. I knew that salty water would eventually wear out the frame to the point where my home either would collapse, or crash into the ocean.

See now I could have escaped beforehand, only my stupid arrogance started all of this, as I refused to leave my island, and the home I had on the highest point of it. My island was about the size of 10 blocks of a city, pretty immense in size when you come to think of it. It's dealt with all sorts of stormy weather before, never would bother me a bit. Only now this storm was much greater in power, I've never witnessed such a colossal extended storm before.

What also just added gasoline to the ever so raging fire was that my boat had been destroyed, and I was about 50 miles away from shore. This left me with no exit point in any way, shape, or form, I was stranded here, and awaiting my death.

Tears formed in my eyes, and slowly were building, slipping down my face and onto my bed that I was seated on. I didn't want to die yet, I'm only 12, and I didn't even really get to live my life to the fullest. That was something that I always followed as my so called quote, "live your life the fullest."

Then I heard the sounds of metal, scraping another piece, causing a sharp and steady screeching noise, it was something that made my ears want to bleed for it was so excruciating a sound. Things around me began to rattle and hum, picture frames banging noisily against the wall, books and treasures were falling onto the floor.

Then I heard a gigantic cracking sound, and I felt my elevation drop about a couple feet. My window in my room shatter, scattering broken glass all over my dark blue carpeted floor. Those same pictures now fell onto my carpet, some cracking, and a shelf with things such as a few snow globes and a couple trophies I won at fishing contests fell as well.

The house then began to slide down whatever of what was remaining of land that wasn't underwater by now , creeping it's way towards the wrath of the ocean before me. It wouldn't be too long till I was victim of the waves fury.

But then unexpectedly, a sort of colorful portal opened up beside me, and I just stared it in shock, having absolutely not a clue what it was. Grabbing a small pillow next to me, I tossed it into the swirling vortex, only to see it go in it!, and then eventually turn smaller and disappear. So it was really a portal!

Figuring that I would die here no matter what really, I took a small black traveling bag, an began to back some things into it. Rapidly, I zipped it up and stared back into the portal.

I looked around me, knowing that I might and probably would on no account see my world again. But I think if there was some sort of way that I could save myself, I would d it.

So I took a deep breath of the fresh air in my world that I wouldn't breathe again, closed my eyes so everything now was pitch black, and jumped right into the swirling pattern of darkness before me.

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And there is chapter 2! So as you can see now, Marine too has found a portal, but where does it lead?

Also Blaze is with Amy now, who's bad day now has changed.

I used a couple music references in the chappie if you could notice. But if you couldn't they were.

Q-Magazine- a Music magazine

With or Without You- 3rd track from their album the Joshua Tree

Rattle and Hum- their album following Joshua Tree.

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