Smoke rose high in the desolate lands of Angel Island. Hundreds of robotic warriors guarded every inch of the isle that hovered in the atmosphere. In the center of this island held the remarkable Master Emerald. Distant cries could be heard in the distance from the shrine:
"Flowers!!!" And another shortly after, "Baggage!!!" Then a liquid substance drew from the lake. It crawled to the edge and dripped off the edge, falling toward earth.
Meanwhile...
Shadow ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran until he came to an old castle. There were many people inside. He asked one for directions to a library and they took him to it. He dung through countless books and read through them at one of the desks. Finally, while reading through the dictionary, he found what he was looking for.
"Yes, I found the definition to melancholy!" Shadow yelled dramatically. The librarian walked over and slapped him in the back of the head.
"SSSHHHHHHHHH!!"
"That word has haunted me ever since Rouge said that on the ship that day and now I know what it means." Shadow whispered quietly. Then began placing the books back into their proper places. He picked the last book, which held very old documents inside, and spilled them over the table. Shadow sighed and began stuffing them back into the book. One document in particular caught his eye, it read:
The year 3434 of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isildur, High King of Gondor, and the finder the Ring of Power:
It has come to me. The one Ring. It shall be an heirloom of my Kingdom. All those in my bloodline should be bound to its fate for I will risk not hut to the Ring. It is...
Shadow heard someone clearing his throat in front of him. He looked up from the document to see an elderly man with a beard and long hair that resembled a color of gray. He was dressed in a robe and a pointed hat that were also gray.
"I believe that is mine..." He said as he leaned over on his oak staff to hold out his hand. Shadow handed it to him. "Thanks, um..."
"Shadow..."
"Oh, I was going to say Sonic..." He muttered as he turned walked away. "Sonic, Shadow, start with an S... same last name... look alike..." Shadow angrily got up and left.
Later...
A chao was watering his garden with his watering pale when the water started rising out of it. It took the form of Chaos.
"Flowers... Baggage..." it gargled in a watery tone.
"I have plenty of flowers here." The chao said innocently. Chaos eyes grew bright yellow, and the chao back up towards the door. "There's no Baggage, but there is a Luggage, up on that hill." The chao pointed and Chaos turned into his liquid form and went up the garden hose.
"Flowers!!!" And another shortly after, "Baggage!!!" Then a liquid substance drew from the lake. It crawled to the edge and dripped off the edge, falling toward earth.
Meanwhile...
Shadow ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran until he came to an old castle. There were many people inside. He asked one for directions to a library and they took him to it. He dung through countless books and read through them at one of the desks. Finally, while reading through the dictionary, he found what he was looking for.
"Yes, I found the definition to melancholy!" Shadow yelled dramatically. The librarian walked over and slapped him in the back of the head.
"SSSHHHHHHHHH!!"
"That word has haunted me ever since Rouge said that on the ship that day and now I know what it means." Shadow whispered quietly. Then began placing the books back into their proper places. He picked the last book, which held very old documents inside, and spilled them over the table. Shadow sighed and began stuffing them back into the book. One document in particular caught his eye, it read:
The year 3434 of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isildur, High King of Gondor, and the finder the Ring of Power:
It has come to me. The one Ring. It shall be an heirloom of my Kingdom. All those in my bloodline should be bound to its fate for I will risk not hut to the Ring. It is...
Shadow heard someone clearing his throat in front of him. He looked up from the document to see an elderly man with a beard and long hair that resembled a color of gray. He was dressed in a robe and a pointed hat that were also gray.
"I believe that is mine..." He said as he leaned over on his oak staff to hold out his hand. Shadow handed it to him. "Thanks, um..."
"Shadow..."
"Oh, I was going to say Sonic..." He muttered as he turned walked away. "Sonic, Shadow, start with an S... same last name... look alike..." Shadow angrily got up and left.
Later...
A chao was watering his garden with his watering pale when the water started rising out of it. It took the form of Chaos.
"Flowers... Baggage..." it gargled in a watery tone.
"I have plenty of flowers here." The chao said innocently. Chaos eyes grew bright yellow, and the chao back up towards the door. "There's no Baggage, but there is a Luggage, up on that hill." The chao pointed and Chaos turned into his liquid form and went up the garden hose.