A Tails Tale

Chapter 1: The New Generation

Tails' Journal

True friends never leave, even after death, Their souls and spirits stay behind and are reborn in other life forms.

"Uncle Tails! Wake up Uncle Tails!"

"Whaa?" said Tails groggily. "Who's there?"

"It's me! Tornado! Merry Christmas, Uncle Tails!" squealed a pinkish echidna.

Tails laughed. "Hey Tornado! Merry Christmas!" He sat up in bed, pulling the 7-year-old echidna into a tight bear hug. "C'mon sweetie, I have a present for you!" He jumped out of bed, stretched, and walked into the kitchen. Tornado's father, Niro the echidna, was already there. He handed Tails a cup of steaming coffee. "Merry Christmas Unk!" said Niro.

"Noel," answered Tails. Suddenly, a very hyper pink blur burst into the kitchen. "WHERE'S MY PRESENT? I WANT IT NOW!" demanded the blur, which was recognized as a small echidna.

"Okay, okay," chuckled Tails. "Stop yelling, your voice will break my house down!"

"It will?" Tornado squeaked. "Okay so where's my present?" she added with a whisper. Niro chortled loudly. "Quiet!" the 7-year-old hissed. "You'll destroy Uncle Tails' house!" This made Niro laugh even harder.

Tails smiled. "Your present is at my workshop, Tornado. I have to go get it. You can come if you wa—"

"YAY!" the echidna yelled. Then her voice dropped again to a whisper. "Oh, I mean, yaayy," she said quietly.

Niro chuckled. "I'm going home to prepare for the party. You have fun, Tornado! Be safe!" He kissed his daughter goodbye and exited the room.

Tails took Tornado's hand and stepped outside, brushing his first tail on the doorknob. He heard the lock click and stepped forward, Tornado skipping beside him. They went on for about six seconds when Tornado abruptly stopped.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" the fox inquired.

"Use magic!" said Tornado happily. "Please? For Christmas?"

"Not right now, Tornado," said Tails. When the 7-year-old looked disappointed he said, "But… There may be some magic at your father's party…"

"Yay!" said Tornado. "I can't wait!"

The two began to walk again and walked for some time. They were in a snow covered meadow about three miles from the hill where Tails' workshop was hidden when a green streak was seen coming their way. Tails and Tornado stopped, wondering what it was.

The green streak stopped in front of them and became recognizable as Static the Hedgehog.

Static was covered in blood.

After word: Well there's chapter one. Bon appetit.