Prologue
Silence.
Her ears rang with an intense quietness, despite the mobians that were enclosing her as if she was a wasps nest. It was becoming difficult to breathe as she breathed in extra air to keep her stinging lungs active. The choice was in her hands. HER hands. The extreme influence of responsibility had never been listed in her mind and happened to her until this hair-raising moment. After all, she was only a sad, sorrowful and heartbroken little girl.
Or so she thought.
Her heart raced but with a growing, longing desire. Something that needed to be achieved instantly. Like the euphoria of an addiction. But this hunger, this inclination had consequences. She had to choose between her feelings or the end of the world. As a being would, she selfishly chose. Oblivious to the consequences and overcome by the ecstasy of impulse. The delight of gaining power. As the emeralds seemed to softly announce her name and send the ecstatic feeling at the chance of revenge down through her spine. It was right in front of her, right in her reach.
As both the Chaos and Sol emeralds gleamed throughout the room, it seemed as if they would no longer respond to anyone else except her. They gleamed in a dangerous light. She was strangely drawn to it...But wait. Why the Sol Emeralds? She couldn't control them. Why would she want to control them anyway? She looked over at Blaze who was stricken with fear. Then something clicked.
Suddenly, she understood. This wasn't her. She definitely wouldn't betray her friends like this. As soon as this clicked in her mind, her stomach collapsed almost instantaneously in awareness. She glanced down at her arms in a frenzy of terror, then looked up at her friends regretfully. She hadn't intended for this to happen. As her fur began to turn light pink, she shot her friends her most afflicted gaze that she could have gathered.
But the euphoria of it made her feel ALIVE. Like she was free to do anything. That was the most addicting part. She wanted, no, NEEDED this power.
But the question is, who was in control? She didn't want her true, toxic feelings on display like this.
As she blacked out, a silent scream was evidently plastered on her face. As the sound of desperation from her friends finally reached her eardrums, she realised that it was too late. She gathered in all the air she could to just say that one word.
'Run.'
All she had desired was a "Happy Ending."
Now, the world's demise would originate within her hands...