A/N: Hey there peeps, s'just me again! And I have an announcement to make: I NEED MORE REVIEWS! Okay, I guess I don't NEED reviews; I'd just prefer that if you're planing on stalking this story the whole time that I write it...that you leave at least one review. (that's just my reasoning though, in case you just didn't feel like it. XP)

Disclaimer: I own Tanya, eggman's journals, the characters memories, speculations on the apocalypse and the demonic gene. Nothing else.

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What's going on with me? I wondered.

I just stood there, thinking that the whole time since we had started to walk along the beach. Yes, I was walking too, but I had no idea what was happening or where we had gone from there.

There were some mentions of my name; and later, a frantic scramble to get somewhere.

But it was no concern of mine.

Atleast...I didn't think it was a concern of mine.

There were still so many questions about myself that I couldn't answer.

Who was I before I met my foster mom? Where had I come from? Why couldn't I remember? When did I start to lose a grip on my life?

...why was I here?

So far I couldn't get a lead on any of these answers...yet.

You want to know why you exist?

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It was that infuriating voice again!

You again? I had decided to risk talking to the voice.

Yes, me again. Do you REALLY want to know why you exist? The answers could KILL you. The voice seemed gleeful at the thought of me dying.

What do you mean the answers could kill me? And how come you, a part of my mind, knows; yet I don't myself? I am your core memories. The memories that are unaccessable to you, nor will they most likely ever be. I'm untouchable. I think I scoffed to myself.

How does that make sense? Memories about ourselves that we can't reach? You've GOT to be kidding me!

Now it was the voice's turn to scoff.

I assure you that I'm quite serious. Everyone has unreachable memories. Even your friends. But...why are you willing to tell me things about myself that I don't understand? Aren't you trying to hurt me? My dear, you must understand. The memories WILL hurt you...and then...you'll try to kill yourself instead of me doing it for you. No...I don't want to kill myself...I've got so much to live for. No matter how bad these memories are, I've got friends to help me. THEY'LL protect me from you!

...Poor confused girl. It's time I tell you why you're here.

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Let me tell you a story; a story of a sweet hedge-girl not unlike yourself...

The hedgehog girl stepped into the oracle's room. It was surprisingly bare for a room that someone lived in. Only adorned with the oracle's staff; and everything was pure white.

"I knew you would come for me eventually, Tanya. Ever since you met me that one night, I knew you would want to know more about yourself." The oracle spoke. Tanya seemed slightly shocked that the echidna ghost knew about everything already...but after all...she WAS an oracle.

Tanya let out a grim laugh. "Nothing escapes your watchful eye, does it Oracle?" The hedgehog asked. The ghost shook her head. "You wish to know about yourself and what will happen to your future? Then gaze into the crystal staff's light..." Tanya picked up the golden staff and gazed into its saphire stone's center. There was a flash of white light...and she was gone.

Well, to be more acurate, her body was there but her spirit was gone. Sent to another realm.

Tanya's spirit gazed upon herself surrounded by an ominous blaze, draconic wings standing still behind her. The future Tanya let out an evil cackle. "The end of the world...such a beautiful sight to behold!" She cried. The flames stood even taller. Tanya's spirit realized now that there wasn't a sound except for the crackling flames. The world was devoid of life.

"NOOOOOO!"

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Tanya was pulled back to the current time by the Oracle's magic. "You now know the truth about yourself...You are the apocalypse, Tanya." Tanya pulled away from the Oracle in fear. "No...that can't be true!" She said shaking. "But it IS true!" The Oracle insisted. "Isn't there any way...?" Tanya started. The Oracle nodded slightly.

"There IS one way..." She started.

"Tell me!" Tanya insisted. The Oracle seemed very reluctant to tell her. "You must...have a family." "A family?" "Yes...a family. You must have children. If one of them is a female, then you will be freed from this curse..." The Oracle explained. "Thank you very much!" Tanya waved, hurrying off.

She was gone before the Oracle could stop her.

She shook her head. "That was foolish of me...If she DOES have a daughter...then that one will be carrying the apocalypse instead..." The Oracle shook her head again. "But now it's too late. The man called Robotnik will be hunting her after she has her daughter, Amy. And then I will not be able to find them again..." The oracle faded out of existence.

Wh-what? I'm the daughter of the apocalypse? I could hardly take in all that had just been told to me. It is true. I told you ti would be dangerous. Suddenly a small part of a recent conversation found it's way to my mind. Maybe I had subconsciously listened to it. "We've got to find a way to stop that gene!" That's right...my friends will help me!

The voice snickered.

You will never be free of me. I'm untouchable!

The voice faded away.

But I wouldn't let go of that small strand of hope.

It was my tiny ray of light in a world of never-ending darkness and chaos. I would not, COULD NOT, let the voices win!

The WOULD figure out how to get rid of that gene. It would be just like all of the other times. Sonic and the others would pull through and defeat whatever new evil was lurking about.

Yeah...just like old times...

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A/N: Eh, this one was short too. Things will get more exciting soon! I promise! I just needed some time to get all of the main facts out of the way. The REAL portion of the story should be continued next weekend. (or whenever I find the time to be typing.) So ciaozies!