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Chapter two
Wind
They were in the middle of nowhere.
But nothing had ever seemed so beautiful to the young boy that rode on his father's back. Green eyes shone brighter than the sun as his father rushed past the prairies with incredible speed. The wind was blowing harshly at the boy's spines, and they swayed violently in the wind, but even though it might've hurt someone else, it only made the boy giggle. He somehow felt made to run like this; as if he was like his father and could run at the speed of sound, no problem, no questions asked. For a two year old, his thoughts seemed like poetry as he observed how the wind made room for his father's speed as they zoomed past miles and miles of landscape with hardly even a glance.
His father suddenly turned mid-stride, and the boy let out a squeal as his father avoided hitting a tree. Looking down, the boy was quickly memorized by the rhythm of his father's feet.
Left foot down, left foot up, right foot down, right foot up. The speed was remarkable. If the beat of the blue hedgehog's feet was to be measured by a metronome, the tiny machine would crash into a wall after trying and failing to find the beat, and only after two seconds.
Of course, the two year old didn't think that. His brain was still developing for him to be able to figure out such talk. But for a two year old, a run was something that would definitely help his writing skills in the time to come. The word "pretty", in a cute, toddler voice, was all a toddler was to be expected to say of the wind's picture . But somehow, the small blue hedgehog knew the mere word "pretty" was not what the wind looked like. Any other toddler would've argued that "pretty" was indeed the right word; the only word. But Dash knew better.
"Having fun, sport?" The little boy nodded enthusiastically against his father's back, and the older hedgehog grinned. He practically lived for his children's happiness these days, so obviously this run with his first born son was special.
On the day young Dash was born, exactly two years ago, Sonic knew the boy would grow up being a speedster, like him. He didn't even question the idea that his son could end up being as slow as a normal person, that he could turn out going only as fast as Amy could. It just didn't seem possible, when the baby looked so much like Sonic, acted so much like Sonic, and learned how to crawl , walk, and jog similarly to how Sonic had learned.
There had been no questions asked when Sonic announced the baby's name was Dash. Not even Amy, who wanted the baby to be named Samuel, argued. She seemed to understand it had suited the boy too.
Sonic knew instantly that he wanted to be alone with his boy on their first run together, and he also knew he wanted it to be at a young age. He wanted it immediately. But, somehow, Amy had convinced him that young Dash shouldn't go on a run until he was at least two years old. She said it was for the young boy's safety that he didn't go with his father until he was two years of age, and because he would appreciate the run more so when he was older, and he could understand why the wind was pretty, why the landscape was remarkable, why the movement of Sonic's legs was incredible. And Sonic had to admit, like he often did, that Amy was right.
Coming to a sudden halt, the blue hedgehog worked the small boy off his back and gently set him down on the cliff that he stood on. The miniature Sonic blinked, awed at the sheer beauty that he had seen in only thirty minutes. Looking up at his father, he asked, in his adorable toddler way,
"Daddy? Will I ever wun wike that?" Sonic chuckled and took the boy's hand, and looked back to the landscape set before them like a beautiful painting.
"'Corse, sport," he replied nonchalantly. A sparkle was in his forest green eyes.
"Vell, when?" the young boy asked impatiently. He kicked a small pebble off the face of the cliff, and the blue hedgehog smiled gently as he leaned down and looked at his son with admiration and pride.
"Soon," he answered. "You are my son, after all."