Quick A/N: Goddess Summer has a way of delaying progress…

Part II:

The Blue Blur

I was now a six year old fox, who in less than even a quarter of one year saw his father killed before his eyes, separated from his family, and found himself far away from home. I, that fox, made new friends, only to witness one die from the work of an enemy, the other two's fates likely in the same grim boat.

It was a dark time in my life as I soared on that plane, sobbing as the wind blew against my face, as if trying to soothe me with its chill, whispering of the comfort death could possibly bring, blowing the tears fly away from my face. Yet the coming dawn would mark a new page in my life as the sun began to rise in the sky, its warmth offering me mild solace. Things would equally become more adventurous, more perilous, and unimaginably different in my life as I forged yet another friendship.

Chapter 11: Flying Somewhere…

Tails heart beat slowly as the plane silently flew through the quiet, forlorn skies. He didn't even shiver from the cold wind now, his eyes barely paying attention to the gas gauge, which was moving closer and closer to empty.

He was too exhausted to sob now; too weak to even really try to think on where he was going to land. He only stared at the gauge, so close to empty, yet for now unmoving.

All the fox could see on his mind was Rosaline, Rosaline, Rosaline, the tiger girl, killed before his eyes… again… again… again. Then, the next sight was his father, stabbed by his exiled uncle.

He remembered Tyler's and Lili's shouts, and the explosion that soon followed them…

But most of all, he remembered Rosaline, and he could vividly see her diving right now, in front of him, raking and tackling the two men with guns, as one fired wildly as she pounced, the same bullets that brought her demise, deeply penetrating and fatally injuring vital organs.

The wind began to blow harshly on the fox's face, as if laughing causing his tails to stir slowly, and making Tails close his eyelids, if only for a moment, if only to forget where he was, if only to place himself somewhere else, anywhere else, but the plane in the sky, soaring alone, going to 0, going to his death, going to the end…

The orange fox saw himself walking in a hallway, illuminated by white light, the floor tiles brown diamonds. Torches lighted the hallway, and Tails knew that beside him stood the cursed-wise vixen, her face scrunched in pain, her silver eyes looking at something particular in the hall, something Tails could not see.

"You have had gone through much already, and this is only the beginning of your life, a mere year." The wise vixen spoke to Tails in his mind.

"What is this place?" Tails asked her. "It doesn't seem to go anywhere."

"That is because you cannot see." The cursed-vixen informed him. A melodious moan escaped from her mouth, filling Tails with nostalgia.

"This hall, Miles Prower, is your life. Much of it is dark, except for the little that I was able to divine when you were younger." The two foxes continued walking side by side, through the darkness of the hall, soundless, and alone.

"But why is this spot lit, and not the rest?" Tails asked her.

"This is your past. It has already been seen."The cursed-vixen didn't look at it though, but kept looking forward. "The lightning, the plane… they are part of the past now… but they seem to be part of the future as well." With a silent step and moan she moved down the hall, eyes penetrating through the darkness to which Tails could not pierce with his own. "Perhaps that is why you cannot see the past so well… or perhaps your own sadness is blinding you."

Tails looked at her, awed and somewhat fearful of this knowledgeable cursed-vixen, as she continued her muttering. "Yet the colors blue and green… The blue heals but the green causes grief, the name foreshadowing the dark adventure…"

Another sad moan filled the chamber, making Tails' heart sink. Her voice sounded in so much anguish, so much sorrow…

"You have so much control over your destiny, Miles Prower, your power endless, your imagination the only limit."

"I'm stuck on a plane right now, lost, and with no friends!" Tails replied solemnly. "I'm not strong at all."

The cursed-wise vixen's silver eyes finally gazed at him, and Tails just could not look at them. So much pain and anguish…

"You will learn, soon enough." Her voice spoke now, and Tails heart began to feel as if it was stricken with grief, hearing her sweat, pained voice fill his ears. She let out her anguished sigh, and then spoke to him in thought once more. "I do not know when you will meet them, but both the blue and green see how powerful you truly are and how much you are needed…"

"Who is the blue and green?" Tails asked. The fox didn't seem to hear him, her three tails dragging on the floor as she made her way away from him. "Can you tell me?"

"You will find out on your own." The cursed-wise vixen informed him. "You just have to wake up first…"

Tails' eyelids slowly peered open, the wind bristling and chilling his neck. The gas level was dangerously near E now. He had thirty minutes max left of flying time now.

There was no danger now, surely. He had to go down, no matter where he was, and land.

His hands began shaking as he lurched the plane downward, down below the clouds, the cool air and steady drop from the sky chilling Tails bones. Below him was sandy ground, beach and nearby palm trees as he finally veered away from the ocean, and just in time, as for the red gas bar crawled to its last. The tank was empty. Tails was flying on wind alone.

Still, Tails knew that the bar was slightly off, that he had several seconds of control left. He would have to dive down quickly. Tilting the plane to match's gravity's pull, he lurched the plane a further 45 degrees, looking down at the earth.

The speed was making the rookie pilot sick, but he wasn't worrying about the fact that he was very close to emptying his stomach. He had to survive.

He was very close to a nearby forest now… The ever-green trees appeared beneath him, tall plants, leafy and branchy to support him if he fell, but there was no guarantee of safety from them. He had but three seconds to pull up…

He grabbed the controls, using the rest of the gas to lurch the plane up. The propellers began to lose acceleration, and Tails knew there was the end of his mechanical power.

The plane zoomed towards the earth, as a wing slammed against a tree, slamming Tails head against a window seat. A branch caught the other wing as the plane lurched toward the ground, pieces flying everywhere.

Ten meters from the ground, then five. Tails braced for the impact…

"What the!" Tails jumped as he heard a voice come right in front of him.

He was about to collide with it!