Author Note: Well, I'll soon return to Matthew's POV, but first there are still some characters that have to narrate their perspective of the facts. In this chapter we return to Santiago in order to see what's going on while Matthew's group is gone. This chapter will be on both Salaric's and Sonic point of view, Sonic's point of view will be on cursive, so it won't be hard to detect. Enjoy and review ;)

Memories in the graveyard

What a bad joke. Now I was being controlled by the human I took over, by the race I despised with my whole heart. Wait, do I even have a heart? I'm only a flow of energy called soul; does that mean I'm heartless? Despite I still feel emotions? I wish I could be heartless, so much happened, most of it was Mario's fault, that dumb ass, he sold everyone in order to see his brother once again, he believe in the ones that killed him! And more than Mario, it was that damn guy Lex. The first time I saw Matthew I felt so much rage, they were so alike! The same weight, height, hair and face, the only difference was in their eyes, Matthew had pale brown eyes while Lex had them pale blue. Since then I had to contain my desire to kill him. Now it was only a hope that never came to be true, all thanks to that Roy bastard. I was about to kill him, and then I got back stabbed. That's what you get when you mess with that side. Roy was so pathetic, relaying on their "lord", when he can't promise to achieve anything. I knew it, they believed in his word and power because he was greater than them. He was powerful enough for them to call him lord; they found the greatest among them and gave him that name. That's how a god is born, but I wouldn't take it, I wanted that title for myself, not that someone else held it and ordered me around. So ironic, born to hate oppression and I myself wanted to make oppression on everything that live. I guess it was all fault of my innocence, if I just heard what Link warned me, he would never saw his princess on the bridge of death. Since then, he was one of the first to oppose humans; until he saw Zelda again he would be against the humans. I didn't accept it, I was still skeptical about them being so evil, so I heard them and tragedy was unfold, blood spilled, and everyone suffered so much, they lost too much and I always knew it was for my actions and decisions. It had as much fault on this as Mario. Now, I reside within this body, ruled by the ones I hate, I'm merely a voice in his head and I can be shut whenever he wants.

"Hey Salaric!" I shouted "At least move a little! Slow things really get into my nerve"

I woke up in an instant. All those memories were so fresh, spinning on my head. I was clueless, where was I? The room was a great rectangle, green and white walls, windows that touched the grass. I was held in a vault bed big enough for my height. The sheets were still covering my body. I started breathing fast in concern.

I got up and started to remember everything, when was the last time I was aware of acting? For like three weeks I was in the shadows of Sonic's mind, hearing his despair, his hatred, his sorrow, and watching how he acted unable to stop him. The last thing I remembered was the sensation of being stabbed in the chest. Then, everything was filled with Sonic's rage and impotence.

I heard how the door opened and a tall adult woman with golden hair entered in the room.

"So you finally awoke!" she yelled softly in happiness "My name is Sophie, you're Salaric, aren't you?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm the mother of one of your students, Matthew"

I had to hold my head for some seconds, as soon as I heard that name I could feel how Sonic started screaming with all his mind, trying to take over me, something that had no use, he was so weak now he couldn't even dream of it, the only thing he could do was scream, which really gave me a headache.

"Your secret is safe here" she told me "No one is going to attack you. We have the house secure, so you don't have to worry. We refuge a lot of smashers so it won't be a trouble to let you stay here"

"Where's Matthew?"

"He's in a quest now" she told me smiling "I'd say he's becoming a true man"

"The subspace?"

"You guessed it" she answered.

I was a little bit dizzy. She took my arm and helped me to stand up, and then she led me carefully to the kitchen. She made me sit in a chair, while she turned back and head to the storeroom in order to get me some tea.

There were so many memories that didn't belong to me in my head, so many things that were still running senseless there. I watched through the window that the kitchen had. It showed me a porch where a giant turtle was sleeping. Sonic told me its name, it was Bowser. He seemed peaceful, but I was sure that awake he was a nightmare. Sophie got back with a cup of tea and handed it to me. It was good in order to give my head some clarity, while searching for my own memories and not for Sonic's memories that were rushing in my head. I had nowhere to go, no family in this country and no farther memories of my own past. They were lost, the only things I remembered were about math, the thing that I used to teach, but nothing about my personal life, Sonic's memories were much more vivid, like if they were mine memories.

It was so troublesome to keep my cool with this guy, always wondering and never acting. So slow. His memories were no longer there because I used too much use of them, now they were spread somewhere in this guy head. Also his memories weren't as much intense as mine; they were easy to get lose, after all most of them where silly troubles of common person life and happiness. He never lost anyone; he never suffered the shock of watching someone die and being unable to avoid it. Bad memories were stronger than good memories after all, still I couldn't forget what I wanted, and the memories of the good times I had in the middle of this. I knew we were in a game, but we were free, the 40 of us. Then, when they offered us to go to the real world I was excited about it, about getting to know the world of our creators, but it was a rotten world ruled by monsters. And they dared to call us monsters! They hurt us, they chased us, and they made us be a tool of war. But that wasn't all; the thing that destroyed my own self was that boy. After meeting him and after being deceived by him, I swore to god that I would turn this rotten world into something different. I failed, now everything is lost, the lives I took will never come back again, my hands are dirty and I have nothing else to do now, but stay here regretting. How lame!

"What do you mean by all this Sonic?" Salaric asked me.

"Like you could do something about it"

"I might. Your whole sorrow is feeling me so I want to get rid of it"

"I'll try to shut up for a while"

"Peach and Lucas are out working" Sophie's voice brought me back to reality "You know, I feel really useless right now. Everything I can do is trust that my children will be back, and I have to wait here for them... I want to go there and finish the thing myself, but I have not the power to do so"

"You're their mother" I told her while having a fast flash back "You should protect them..."

"Motherhood, eh? That was the only thing I respected from humans. The only good thing I could ever see. After all, I saw how a mother died for her children. Hey, Salaric! Tell this woman this..."

"Even though you might not posses smash powers, there must be something you can do for them. If you don't do it, then you don't have the right to be called a mother"

Her eyes wide opened while thinking about my words, I could see how strong she resisted the desire to shed tears. She was really strong to show an emotionless face and then showing me a face full of resolve.

"I'm the only person they trust to keep the pace on this province. I might not be able to go there and help them, but... I can protect this place so they can get back" she seemed happy now "Thank you Salaric, you made me see what I can do"

"Wish I know what I should do". It was still a mystery for me. The only thing I had was Sonic's memories, how would I get my owns back? And what about Sonic's powers? Should I use them or hide them? It was up to me, but I knew something. I was let to call this place a house, my house and that was something important, I had a place to stay and belong, and then I could help Sophie in her quest of protecting the province. And when Matthew came back, then I finally would have an answer to one of my many questions. Did his father know how to end this?