SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG
Shadow lay on the grass in a field and looked up into space. The sky was crimson red, but the stars were still visable. The grass, too, seemed almost red from the atmosphere's color reflecting off of the Earth. Shadow seemed to blend right into the scene from his dark black hair and sleek red stripes on his some of his streaks. It was becoming night, but Shadow didn't care. Time was not a factor in his life. Nothing was.
"Why am I here?" he asked himself. "What was I created for?"
Shadow closed his eyes and thought back, as far back as he could. Nothing. He opened his eyes again.
"Why can't I remember anything? Why don't I have memories?"
Shadow sat up. These questions going unanswered have been bothering him for some time now, and he didn't have any idea how to answer them anyway. He would be stuck in his own mind forever unless he could find his purpose.
Shadow looked over at his shoes. They weren't shoes, Shadow knew.
"They're machines," he said aloud. He stood up and focused on these mechanical materials on his feet. They began to give off energy from the souls of the feet resulting in Shadow lifting lightly off the ground. He stayed there hovering over the ground for a while.
Shadow knew he needed them. He knew that because otherwise he wouldn't have them. His purpose depended on his shoes, and his shoes depended on him. His shoe's purpose was to serve him in order for him to execute his own reason in life. The only problem was, Shadow didn't know what his own purpose in life was, so his shoes were rendered useless.
That would make two things in the world unneeded.
"I must find the secrets of my past to find my purpose. I can't possibly live my life without a meaning. Some one must tell me. But… there is no one on this Earth that could possibly explain the past to me. No one."
Shadow dropped from his hover. The wind blew in his face. Shadow closed his eyes and took the wind in. Everything has a purpose, even the wind, Shadow thought.
The wind began to blow harder. It was blowing much harder than it should be. The sky also took on a darker look, defiantly unnatural. "What is this?"
Shadow looked toward the city to his left. It was called Westopolis, Shadow recalled. He saw above the city a black hole in the clouds being formed.
As far as Shadow could see, a small figure fell form the sky. It looked like a supernatural human, almost three times the size of any normal human being. Then two more creatures fell. Both looked a bit smaller than the first creature. Flying, purple bats emerged from the sky also.
Pretty soon, all sorts of monsters were plummeting to the Earth. Something in the back of Shadow's mind told him to go and check it out. Shadow realized he had just gotten a sign – a piece of his memory slightly coming back to him.
But why did he need to check and see what was happening? Shadow quickly dismissed this question and understood that he should just let it be. He should do what his mind tells him to do, whatever comes to him naturally.
Shadow began to race towards the city. He was in for something big.