The sorceress was finally going to win. After years of trying to get rid of Princess Rose, she was finally getting her way. They rode to the village; the sorceress didn't bother checking on Sonic, for she knew that she had total control over him.

'It's finally happening for me!' she thought. 'The gods are on my side this time! Oh, Fate, please don't let this be another one of your tricks. You have played me too many times before—but now you have come around, and you want me to win! This is the moment I've been waiting for!'

Sonic just stood there, blankly staring into the distance. He could not control his mind or his body. He couldn't even open his mouth to insult her. But somewhere deep within his soul, his conscious lived. He wished with that conscious that he could have control of himself again, although he knew that wishing would do no good.

But still, he wanted to break free of the spell, to kill the sorceress, saving the village; then he would go to the beautiful Princess Rose, and live happily ever after. But, of course, there was nothing he could do. He would kill his love's father. And then, the sorceress would kill his love.

He hoped with all of his living conscious that something would happen, and stop all of this madness.

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The Princess walked around her garden and smelled the flowers and watched frogs jump to each lily pad. She didn't think that she would ever see her beloved again. She missed him so, and wished that her father had not turned him away.

'That figures,' she thought. 'As soon as I meet a descent guy, my father has to go and turn him away. And I finally met someone who I know will make a good husband and take care of me.'

She sighed and looked up—and saw something that made her gasp.

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The sorceress had reached her destination; they were flying towards the village. Villagers looked up and panicked at the large number of dragons.

"Dragons, destroy the village!" she commanded.

Then, all of the dragons flew off in different directions, destroying houses and shops. People scrambled; some lied dead in the streets. The sorceress floated above them all on her own dragon, laughing.

"Everything is according to plan," she said once she finished laughing. "Nothing can go wrong now. I am winning."

Princess Rose didn't know what was going on. How did so many dragons get to the village at once? How did they organize themselves into neat rows according to what kind of dragon they were? And was anyone manipulating them, or were they agitated? She didn't know, but she did know that there was a reason that they were doing this.

Then she noticed that there was one dragon hovering in the air; a red dragon. It wasn't attacking the village. But why?

She squinted to see the reason, and when the dragon moved its wings, she saw two figures standing on the back of it. One was tall, and the other was shorter. He tall one seemed the be commanding the dragons, and the shorter one just stood there.

'That's it!' she thought. 'Someone is controlling the dragons!'

She knew she couldn't stop them, so she went inside the castle. She ran to the tower, where her father was.

"Father!" she said. "Dragons!"

"Yes, I know," he told her, looking out of the window. "I have sent my strongest and smartest knights to fight them off."

Princess Rose looked out of the window, and saw the knights and the dragons fighting.

"Unfortunately," he added, "the dragons are quickly cutting down my men."

The Princess watched as the dragons killed a few of the knights. She was worried—what if they couldn't defeat the dragons? What if the dragons killed all of the knights? Would the villagers be next? Or would they go straight for the castle?

Then Princess Rose remembered the red dragon.

"Father, I have something to tell you," she said. "It's very important."

"Yes, dear?"

"I think someone is manipulating the dragons," she told him.

"Daughter, it's wonderful that you have information like that!" he exclaimed. "Go on, tell my why you think so."

"Well, while I was out in the garden, I saw someone standing on a red dragon's back, and they were commanding the dragons," she explained. "I think that's why there are so many dragons."

"Hmm…did you see their face?"

Amy shook her head.

"Damn!" the king said as he snapped his fingers.

Then they heard an ear-shattering scream. They looked out the window and saw a woman standing in the street, shouting.

"My baby!" she yelled. "Let my baby go, you monster!"

They looked in the direction in which she was yelling, and saw a dragon with a baby in his claws. He looked like he planned on eating the child.

"Hey, you big, stupid lizard!" Princess Rose yelled. "Over here! I'm talking to you, ugly!"

The dragon turned his head and looked at her, snarled, and dropped the baby. He then flew towards the castle.

The woman ran to catch her child. "My baby!"

She wasn't fast enough, but luckily, a knight who was badly injured—but still alive—caught the baby. He staggered toward the woman and handed her the crying baby. She rejoiced and they parted, her running from the village, him searching for a medical center.

Meanwhile, Princess Rose was insulting the dragon.

"You stupid, wimpy little dragonfly!" she shouted. "I could kill you with my eyes closed and one hand tied behind my back!"

The king pulled her back into the room. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to distract him from killing innocent people," she told him. "You saw what he was about to do to that baby!"

"I understand, and that's all fair and good, but I don't want you to get killed," the king said. "You're my daughter, and I don't want to lose you."

"I know, father," she said, "but I have to do it. If I don't then who will defend the village people?"

Suddenly, they heard a very large screech, and the dragon busted through the wall. Amy and her father jumped to the side and ducked to the floor. The dragon flew around the room, taking a few moments to collect himself.

He was dazed from bursting through the wall, and his vision was blurred a bit, but he could still see where they were. He screeched again and charged at them, diving, ready to bite their heads off.

But the king grabbed his daughter and they jumped out of the way again. The dragon crashed into the floor; when he got up, he staggered around, but was soon back to normal. He looked at the wall next to them and opened his mouth. He then released a burst of sound waves from his mouth, destroying a section.

The section tumbled and fell into a large pile, blocking their left side. The dragon did the same with their right side, cornering them. There was nowhere to run. The dragon opened his mouth and started forming the sound waves; Amy and her father huddled and waited for their deaths.

But suddenly, the dragon seemed to get electrocuted, and fell down—dead.

When Amy and the king looked up, there were two dark figures standing in the giant hole the dragon had made the first time. One was tall and one was shorter.

The taller one had their hand reaching out, and there were small sparks and bits of lightning coming from it. The dragon had been electrocuted. Then the tall figure stepped forward to where the light allowed her to be seen. "Hello, Princess," she hissed, a sly smile on her face.

But the Princess couldn't make out her features. The tears that she had been crying blurred her vision and made it impossible to read her expression. She snapped her fingers.

"Sonic, take care of the king, would you, dear?" she said in her smooth, hypnotizing voice.

Like an android, Sonic walked to the king and grabbed his arms. Then he threw him across the room. He took out his sword and prepared to slice the king in half.

'Sonic…what's going on?' Amy thought. 'Stop covering my eyes, tears—please!'

Then the sorceress took out a short sword. "And now, for you."

Amy couldn't see the sword, but she knew what that statement meant.

"Sonic!" she screamed.

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A few moments later, Amy realized that she was still alive.

'What?' she thought. 'I should be dead. What happened?'

She sat up; her eyes were starting to get their vision back, so she could see the reason she had not yet been killed. She saw a tall dark figure struggling to fend off a shorter blue figure—Sonic. They pushed off of each other; Sonic seemed to be good again!

But then, the dark figure grabbed the sword and slashed Sonic's chest. He fell backward, collapsing to the floor.

'Sonic!' Amy thought, afraid to say anything.

Then the dark figure turned around and walked to Amy. She smoothed her fingers on the blade of the sword, and small smile on her face.

She looked back, over her shoulder, and said, "What a shame. I loved him so much. It's so sad he had to die like that."

"Who are you?" Amy asked. "And what do you want with me?

"Oh, tsk tsk," she replied. "Don't tell me you don't recognize…"

And as Amy's eyes cleared, she realized who the woman was, and gasped.

"…your own sister?" the sorceress concluded.

"No," Amy said, "it can't be. You were banished; you can't be here."

"Oh, but I can, sister," the sorceress said. "You see, I have dragons. And with dragons comes power. And, as you know, with power…you can do anything."

"You evil bitch," Amy replied coldly. "You killed Sonic just to get to me? That's low, even for you."

"Come now, Amy," she said back, "must you always dwell on little things like that?"

"When I was younger, I always wondered why father banished you," Amy said. "Now I know why. You're an evil, heartless person, and all you ever wanted was the throne."

"It's sad, really," the sorceress commented. "You were always the favorite. Being the youngest, you always got more attention and love than me. I was jealous; and I planned to get revenge once I inherited the throne. But, I suppose things got out of hand, and father ended up banishing me from the kingdom."

"I was so lonely in that little hut, way out in the meadow," she continued. "I was planning my revenge for years, but it was never right. And then, he came along: the answer to all my prayers. At first, I thought he was just another drifter, come to seek his fortune. But as I was reading his palm and looking into my crystal ball, I felt something. Some sort of force. Then I realized, 'He could help me carry out my evil plans.' So he started coming to me regularly; and, as time went by, I fell in love with him. He was no longer just a pawn for my plan. He was someone I cared about…someone I wanted in my life for years to come. So I figured that I would kill you, and then he and I would be together. And it had almost worked, too! If only he hadn't been so strong against it, he would still be alive. Poor thing."

"Shut up!" Amt shouted. "I'm sick of it! He died protecting me! You think he wanted to be under your control? You think he would have let me been killed just to save his own life? You're so full of crap!"

"Oh, so full of crap, am I?" the sorceress responded. "Well, maybe you can think about what you've just said…"

She raised the sword, ready to strike. "…when you're BURNING IN HELL!"

She brought the sword down quickly, thinking, 'This is it. It's over!'