Hey!
This is my first ever story, so it might be crappy.
Please review! Criticism is great, but please no flames!
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Manic strummed the strings of his guitar softly.
It reminded him of his brother, before he had died.
His brother used to play the electric guitar, but Manic didn't really want to play that.
So he settled for a regular guitar.
It was soothing. It was nice to take a break from his drums, though that was his main instrument.
It's not that he could play it, anyways.
Ever since his older brother had died, his medallion had ceased to work.
His hope had whittled down to almost nothing.
The resistance didn't stand a chance.
Not without Sonic.
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Sonia listened to the soft melody of Manic's guitar.
She wished things could be better.
Most importantly, she wished Sonic were there.
She absently fingered her keyboard shaped medallion.
The Resistance has lost so much hope without her brother.
It seemed like Robotnik had won.
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Sonic didn't know what to do.
One moment they were destroying Robotnik's factories, and the next he was laying outside, his siblings gone.
It was his fault. He wasn't fast enough.
He couldn't go back, not without them.
So he ran.
He ran far, far away, and never looked back.
Now he has a new life.
But oh how he missed his siblings
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So, how'd you like this?
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