Authors message:"Im new to fan fiction so wish me luck. Be gentle with your reviews and please let me know it there is a way for me to improve my writing."

The sun was a bloody red and dust filled the sky. The sound of battle rang everywhere. Two golden figures floated above the , suddenly, a sinister black shape shot towards them. The battle ensued once more. Though they fought bravely their, power seemed to drain and one of the golden warriors was flung into the sea. "Warn Streaky." Were his last words before he was engulfed by the ravenous waves. The other took the seven emeralds and fled into the woods.

Streaky sat on top of the sea palace watching the sun set.

"Where is Sonic? I know that he doesn't like water but he should be here by now."

She rolled her eyes,

"He may be able to run at supersonic speeds but he always seems to be late."

Soon the sun set and the sky turned dark.

"Oh well, he must have forgotten. He does that a lot." And then she went to bed.

As she slumbered, dreams of her past slowly formed in her mind, stretching back to the first time she had steped into Sonic's home. There she was standing on a cliff looking over a moonlight valley. A rustel in the bushes sends her spinning around to see Amy (though she did not know her at the time) crashing through the the bushes pursued by Egghead's robots. With a few slashes of her trusty blade, Star Calaber, the robots became nothing more than scrap metal. As 'punishment' for helping his 'victim' get away, Eggman attacked the cliff, causing the ground beneath her feet to crumble away, leaving Streaky to tumble into the valley below. It was after this incident that Streaky meets Sonic for the first time and embarks on many great adventures with him.

For some reason, Streaky's thoughts drifted back to the time when she learned of the 7 world rings. She had Just finished reading a story in the book that Sonic had let her borrow (though he does not seem the type to read). Soon she came to a rather strange title. Sonic and the Seven Rings.

"Thats odd, I never heard of a person named Sonic in the Arabian nights. Could it be... but of course it cant be him!"

But it was and as she looked through it she became more certain that this was more than a story book. Even as she read, she noticed the picture of the seven world rings began to glow and ripple. Just then the rings seemed to materialise out of nowhere. They floated there, giving off a light of their own. Against her better judgement and more of instinct rather than thought, Streaky reached out and touched one of the rings. All at once the light of the rings became a blinding flash. Once Streaky could see again the rings were gone. Confused Streaky looked about for them but could not find them. It was then that she realized there was a small object looped around her finger. It was a small gold ring and in it was set a stone that seemed to glow 7 different colors that slowly dulled untill it was a plain white. Her first idea was a sensible one. Take the ring off and lock it away for it obviously has something to do with a strong magic. Just as she moved to take the ring off a small voice rung through her head.

" Please keep the ring safe, it will protect you if you protect it."

Unsure whether or not this mysterious person would respond or even hear her Streaky called out "Who are you and what just happened?"

"My name is not important.", the voice replied, "Only know that I am a friend of Sonic's."

Streaky tried to find the source of the voice in vain.

"A long time ago the rings were created in your world," As these word were said an image of the past flashed into her mind 'whoever this is,' streaky thought, 'they know some powerful magic.'

"However,"the voice continued " a great darkness tried to harness their power and tear your world assunder. To prevent this from happening chaos and soul were used to seal the darkness away," Streaky saw an image of a viscious monster battling several robed warriors, and the monster was losing. "And a dark emerald was created to house its power. However the power of Soul and Chaos combined was too tempting. Many tried to wield it."

This time images of great wars filled her mind.

" It soon became apparent that this great power could not be allowed to remain in your world." The images faded." As a failsafe, the world rings were sealed into this book for without the world rings the powers of soul and chaos will always remain seperate. The power of soul was split into 7 fragments and sent to another demension. The only power to remain in you world, the power of chaos, was also fragmented into 7 shards. Finaly the time came to deal with the dark emerald however it could not be destroyed. During a great cataclisum the earth was broken apart. The guardians of the dark emeralde saw opportunity in this. They gathered the 7 fragments of Chaos and flung the Dark Emerald into the heart of the world and then using the power of chaos they repaired their shattered world sealing the emerald in its core and then scatered the 7 shards to the four winds."

An eiree calm enveloped the room as Streaky relised what she had been told was a secret lost in time.

'Power of Chaos, Power of Soul, what in the world does that mean?' Streaky thought.

" That ring on your finger is a gift." Continued the voice. "It is an Item meant to store magical items."

"Like the world rings?" Streaky guessed.

"That is correct." replied the voice. "It is time for the world rings to return to their home for I fear that same dark evil may return and should that happen you shall surely need them. The moment you touched them, you accepted their challenge. The ring closest to your heart the, ring of light, is already stored in that magic ring. However the other rings are scattered. You must find them."

"Ok, but how do I use the world rings?"

"You shall find that out in time." And with that, the voice faded away.

"Hello?" No one answered.

The magic was spent and Streaky never heard that voice again... Until now.

"Your adventures have taught you how to use the ring well. Now it is time for you to use it in the ultimate test. A great evil has entered the world. Trust no one but those with the same heart. Look upon friends with suspicion and to old enemies for aid. Seek the Master for the truth."

With this final ominous prediction the voice faded away leaving Streaky to the fragile comfort of sleep.