Chapter 4

Don't ask me where I get the ideas for this stuff, cause I don't even know myself. Anyway, this should give you enough to satisfy your crave for violence. Kids these days...lol. (If you didn't get that, you haven't noticed I'm a kid also. XD) Anyway, enjoy!

Silver woke up in a tree. A very scratchy one at that, with…

Silver took a look at the little creatures scurrying next to him and screamed. A very girly scream.

"Fire ants!!!"

His scream was knocked short when he lost his balance and fell out of the great oak, landing on his back with an oomph.

After recovering a bit, he started to stand up, rubbing his aching back. Then he got a chance to look around.

He saw that he wasn't at Sonic's house anymore. He didn't see Sonic, Tails, Knuckles or Shadow anywhere. Though maybe it was just as good that the black hedgehog wasn't here.

He didn't recognize anything he saw, the large ferns and leafy bushes with tall oak trees, complete with green moss and the like. It was your average forest.

Silver noticed hazy light coming from above a hill he noticed to his left.

With high curiosity and a will to find out where exactly he was, the white hedgehog jogged up the grassy hill.

At the top, he marveled at the sight of the large field that lay before him. In the distance, he could notice ruins looming over the horizon, a silhouette against the sunset.

The sunlight that shone through the rocky columns lit up the field with rosy light.

Blue sky gave way to orange sky, then faded into purple the closer it got to the sun.

It was beautiful.

"This has to be a dream…" Silver managed to say in wonder before his jaw dropped.

He ran through the field, long blades of grass tickling his legs.

He laughed as he had never laughed before. It was out of a sheer, carefree spirit. Silver hadn't felt this way in a very long time, so he tried to enjoy it as much as he could.

Assorted butterflies and moths flew up around him, enhancing the wonderful feeling he felt.

Finally he reached the rocky outcrop that was the ruins. He stopped to catch his breath then walked on, slowly so he could look at the ruins.

He now noticed that up close it looked like Stonehenge, but bigger, and with more rocks and grass.

He walked back to where rock joined with grass and sat down on the warm stone.

Once he calmed down a bit, he realized that Meph hadn't bothered him the whole time he had been here. He was surprised. Usually he would be commenting rashly on the stupid way he was acting, or how girly he sounded when he fell from the tree.

He was glad though. He didn't want to deal with the dude. Especially not here, in the warm sun.

Suddenly he smelled smoke.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Maybe there was someone else here as well? Maybe they set up a campfire. Maybe.

Then he noticed that it got dark. He looked behind him. The sun had indeed gone down, and purple sky faded into a black, night sky. Though no stars twinkled because of the dense cover of clouds. Where did all the clouds come from? He couldn't even see the moon.

He looked back at the field, his body tensing.

That was when he saw them.

Soldiers clad in iron armor marched at a distance. Behind them, he saw large, wooden catapults pulled by thick ropes.

In front of the marching soldiers were cavalrymen riding on horses, also clad in armor.

Then he saw the obvious leader of the army.

He was dressed in golden armor that glinted and shone where he was. He rode a snow white horse also clad in golden armor.

All the soldiers either had pikes or long metal swords. The leader drew out his weapon, a long broadsword.

Smoke filled the sky, and Silver almost choked on it.

Then he noticed that, no matter how much he tried to tell himself he was wrong, they were headed straight for him.

He stood up quickly, his eyes widening at the lot. He knew that he couldn't face the whole army. There must've been hundreds, maybe thousands. He wasn't good at equations.

The leader on his snow white horse shouted charge all of a sudden.

That whole army was after one little hedgehog? For what? What had he possibly done that might've offended these people? He didn't even know them.

No matter, the people were still charging. They started up their catapults, loading them with huge boulders.

"No! Stop!! You're making a mistake!! I didn't do anything wrong!" Silver shouted as loud as he could, holding out his hands in emphasis.

But they didn't care. They kept on charging.

The boulders hit the stone behind him, next to him, heck, one almost hit him.

"Well, if th-they wanna f-fight…I'll give 'em one."

Throwing his glowing hands out, the white hedgehog stopped the boulders coming at him in midair, then flung them down the field, hitting multiple soldiers, instantly killing them.

He kept that up for a while, taking the boulders and giving them back.

Luckily, one hit the leader, knocking him on the ground. Silver felt sorry for the horses though. They shouldn't have to be put through this.

Some boulders that missed his boundary hit more of the stone around him.

Then, as if by signal, all the soldiers held up their pikes throwing them with a huge amount of force.

He held up his strength, sweating as he held back all of the power that hid behind the spears.

Blood trickled from his nose with the effort.

Silver knew his muscles were going to give up soon, but he couldn't give up. Not yet, not ever. Surely someone would come to help him.

Then someone did come, but it wasn't with the intention of saving him. Actually, it was quite the opposite.

The leader, now in dented, non-glistening armor, came stumbling up to him, along with the rest of his surviving army, which was still in the thousands, despite Silver's small effort.

With a broken, bloody face, the man held his sword up high.

Silver swore his pupils got smaller. With the sword in his mind, he lost focus of the spears.

Both the spears and the broadsword swung at him at the same time.

Silver could only cover his head with his hands in horror as he watched the spears and the sword come for him like sharks.

The breath was knocked out of the white hedgehog as he landed on the hard, wooden floor.

Silver opened his eyes as he took in the view of his familiar room. He breathed in and out in relief as he saw he was still alive. He was going to check to see if he still had all his limbs, but he was wrapped in his blanket like a cocoon.

"Phew, still alive. Man, that nice dream really turned into a nightmare quick. Hope I don't have that again."

He unwrapped himself from his dinosaur blankets, rearranged his bed neatly, then went to wash his face.

After the wash woke him up a bit, he opened his door and walked out. The sweet smell of Tails's cooking drifted to his nose. He breathed it in deeply.

Seeing as Sonic's and Shadow's shut doors meant they were still asleep, he tip-toed. Knuckles liked to get up early to work out, and Tails got up early to fix breakfast for the guys. Silver got up early just for the heck of it, and so he could get the best pick of the breakfast first.

So, dressed in a white tank top and tie-dye boxers, he walked down the grand staircase quietly.

Heh. Tie-dye…Suits you.

"Shut up!"