Chapter 3 The Mission
Author's Note: Sorry about the long update wait, but I'm lazy.... Oh well, next chapter!
Disclaimer: Sparx is mine! All mine! You can't have him! Unless you have my permission.
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At first when Knuckles awoke he was unsure of where he was. After shaking sleep from his clouded mind, it all came back to him. The pain in his neck from sleeping on the hard ground refreshed his memory as well.
He looked around, massaging the back of his neck, seeing no sign of his ghostly companion. "Sparx?" he asked.
"Yes?" Sparx replied, startling Knuckles by materializing in front of him.
Knuckles smirked. "It's morning, and I have questions to ask."
Sparx let out a heavy, annoyed sigh. "Knuckles my foolish friend, there is no time for question asking. We have to walk and talk, that way I can explain everything."
"Where are we going? And what is it that still needs to be explained?" Knuckles asked.
"Questions, Knuckles, we have no time for them. Now come on, we have a lot of walking to do, and there's no time for stops." Sparx told him, proceeding to exit the cave.
"What about food? I need to eat, you know." Knuckles reminded him.
Sparx rolled his eyes, "You living people and your food. You're so attached to it..." he muttered.
"C'mon," Knuckles told him, "I know this island inside and out, there's a place we can go and get some quick food."
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"So," Knuckles asked, his mouth filled with grapes, "where are we going?"
"You'll find out when we get there," Sparx replied dryly.
Knuckles stared at the ground. Sparx could be so secretive, yet so outgoing as well. He didn't know what to make of Sparx. Was he friend or foe?
"Well, since you're so curios about everything, I guess you'd like to know why we're on this quest."
That was true. Not only did Knuckles not know where he was going; he also didn't know why he was going there. "Sure, I guess I could listen to a story."
Sparx nodded. "Let me start by saying this," Sparx said, "everyone, even the greatest of us, makes mistakes."
Knuckles smiled. "Did Sparxy make an oopsy?" Knuckles asked in a mocking, baby-like tone.
"Sort of. That's kind why we're on this journey."
"Oh how priceless. The immortal Sparx screwed up and now he came to Knuckles to clean up his mess," Knuckles teased.
"One more comment and you'll have no more for food, echidna!" Sparx snapped.
Knuckles put his hands up defense, "Touchy, touchy."
Sparx decided to let that one go. "Anyway, I did make a mistake. The only reason I came to you, Knuckles, is because you're the only one who can help."
"Really?" Knuckles asked sarcastically, "I feel special."
Knuckles was on Sparx's last nerve right now, but he had more important things to do than fight with the echidna. "You see, the only thing that allows your father's spirit to return to earth is the power from the demon's medallion. If the medallion were to be smashed, then your fathers ability to return to earth would die with it."
Knuckles was a little confused, "Why would my dad want to return to earth at all?"
"To get you to continue the legacy," he explained.
"Why doesn't he get Spike to do that? Why me?" Knuckles asked.
"Because the youngest child is always the on to continue the legacy.
"Anyway, back on topic. So, I figured that if I was to smash the medallion, I could get rid of Jamie. It didn't exactly work."
"Why, did you do it wrong?" Knuckles asked.
Sparx shook his head. "Not exactly. There's no wrong way to smash a medallion."
"So why didn't it work?"
Sparx sighed. "For goodness sake Knuckles, can I finish a sentence without one of you're childish interruptions?!" He spat at him.
Knuckles shrugged, "Sheesh, sorry."
'Man," Knuckles thought, 'I barely know this guy a day, and we're already about to kill each other. Except for the fact that you can't kill a ghost... I have to work on my people skills.'
"You see, I don't do it the wrong way, I was the wrong person."
"Well, who's the right person?" Knuckles asked, forgetting he wasn't supposed to interrupt.
"In order to destroy all the spirits that are powered by the medallion, it must be smashed by someone who was either in the legacy, or eligible to join the legacy."
"And if it's smashed by someone who isn't?"
'If it is smashed by someone outside the legacy, it simply breaks into several pieces and scatters around the world. Kind of like the Master Emerald."
Knuckles nodded. "So all I have to do is find the pieces, they assemble themselves together, and I smash it again?"
"Kind of," Sparx started, "The pieces don't reassemble them selves, you have to fit them back together."
"Ooh, sounds like fun," Knuckles said sarcastically, "I'm pretty much putting something back together so I can smash it again."
"Yeah, pretty much."
They were silent for a bit, until Knuckles spoke, "What does this medallion look like? I want to know what I'm looking for."
Sparx nodded in agreement, "Well, it's gold, and when it's assembled correctly, it has a pitchfork on it."
Knuckles smiled, "Typical..."
"It also goes onto a chain, which I have right her," Sparx continued, holding up a gold chain, "But that doesn't have to be smashed in order to kill the spirits."
"I'm basically treasure hunting. There's no way my dad can beat me at that. I excel at treasure hunting." Knuckles remarked.
"True, but he does have a companion who might match your skills."
Knuckles chuckled, "Who could possibly compare to me? Other than Rouge who obviously wouldn't work for my father." Knuckles asked, flexing his muscles.
"Chaos."
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Well, there's the next chapter. There's more ahead so read and review! Please? If you do, I'll give you a soda!
Author's Note: Sorry about the long update wait, but I'm lazy.... Oh well, next chapter!
Disclaimer: Sparx is mine! All mine! You can't have him! Unless you have my permission.
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At first when Knuckles awoke he was unsure of where he was. After shaking sleep from his clouded mind, it all came back to him. The pain in his neck from sleeping on the hard ground refreshed his memory as well.
He looked around, massaging the back of his neck, seeing no sign of his ghostly companion. "Sparx?" he asked.
"Yes?" Sparx replied, startling Knuckles by materializing in front of him.
Knuckles smirked. "It's morning, and I have questions to ask."
Sparx let out a heavy, annoyed sigh. "Knuckles my foolish friend, there is no time for question asking. We have to walk and talk, that way I can explain everything."
"Where are we going? And what is it that still needs to be explained?" Knuckles asked.
"Questions, Knuckles, we have no time for them. Now come on, we have a lot of walking to do, and there's no time for stops." Sparx told him, proceeding to exit the cave.
"What about food? I need to eat, you know." Knuckles reminded him.
Sparx rolled his eyes, "You living people and your food. You're so attached to it..." he muttered.
"C'mon," Knuckles told him, "I know this island inside and out, there's a place we can go and get some quick food."
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"So," Knuckles asked, his mouth filled with grapes, "where are we going?"
"You'll find out when we get there," Sparx replied dryly.
Knuckles stared at the ground. Sparx could be so secretive, yet so outgoing as well. He didn't know what to make of Sparx. Was he friend or foe?
"Well, since you're so curios about everything, I guess you'd like to know why we're on this quest."
That was true. Not only did Knuckles not know where he was going; he also didn't know why he was going there. "Sure, I guess I could listen to a story."
Sparx nodded. "Let me start by saying this," Sparx said, "everyone, even the greatest of us, makes mistakes."
Knuckles smiled. "Did Sparxy make an oopsy?" Knuckles asked in a mocking, baby-like tone.
"Sort of. That's kind why we're on this journey."
"Oh how priceless. The immortal Sparx screwed up and now he came to Knuckles to clean up his mess," Knuckles teased.
"One more comment and you'll have no more for food, echidna!" Sparx snapped.
Knuckles put his hands up defense, "Touchy, touchy."
Sparx decided to let that one go. "Anyway, I did make a mistake. The only reason I came to you, Knuckles, is because you're the only one who can help."
"Really?" Knuckles asked sarcastically, "I feel special."
Knuckles was on Sparx's last nerve right now, but he had more important things to do than fight with the echidna. "You see, the only thing that allows your father's spirit to return to earth is the power from the demon's medallion. If the medallion were to be smashed, then your fathers ability to return to earth would die with it."
Knuckles was a little confused, "Why would my dad want to return to earth at all?"
"To get you to continue the legacy," he explained.
"Why doesn't he get Spike to do that? Why me?" Knuckles asked.
"Because the youngest child is always the on to continue the legacy.
"Anyway, back on topic. So, I figured that if I was to smash the medallion, I could get rid of Jamie. It didn't exactly work."
"Why, did you do it wrong?" Knuckles asked.
Sparx shook his head. "Not exactly. There's no wrong way to smash a medallion."
"So why didn't it work?"
Sparx sighed. "For goodness sake Knuckles, can I finish a sentence without one of you're childish interruptions?!" He spat at him.
Knuckles shrugged, "Sheesh, sorry."
'Man," Knuckles thought, 'I barely know this guy a day, and we're already about to kill each other. Except for the fact that you can't kill a ghost... I have to work on my people skills.'
"You see, I don't do it the wrong way, I was the wrong person."
"Well, who's the right person?" Knuckles asked, forgetting he wasn't supposed to interrupt.
"In order to destroy all the spirits that are powered by the medallion, it must be smashed by someone who was either in the legacy, or eligible to join the legacy."
"And if it's smashed by someone who isn't?"
'If it is smashed by someone outside the legacy, it simply breaks into several pieces and scatters around the world. Kind of like the Master Emerald."
Knuckles nodded. "So all I have to do is find the pieces, they assemble themselves together, and I smash it again?"
"Kind of," Sparx started, "The pieces don't reassemble them selves, you have to fit them back together."
"Ooh, sounds like fun," Knuckles said sarcastically, "I'm pretty much putting something back together so I can smash it again."
"Yeah, pretty much."
They were silent for a bit, until Knuckles spoke, "What does this medallion look like? I want to know what I'm looking for."
Sparx nodded in agreement, "Well, it's gold, and when it's assembled correctly, it has a pitchfork on it."
Knuckles smiled, "Typical..."
"It also goes onto a chain, which I have right her," Sparx continued, holding up a gold chain, "But that doesn't have to be smashed in order to kill the spirits."
"I'm basically treasure hunting. There's no way my dad can beat me at that. I excel at treasure hunting." Knuckles remarked.
"True, but he does have a companion who might match your skills."
Knuckles chuckled, "Who could possibly compare to me? Other than Rouge who obviously wouldn't work for my father." Knuckles asked, flexing his muscles.
"Chaos."
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Well, there's the next chapter. There's more ahead so read and review! Please? If you do, I'll give you a soda!