(A/N: This is my first story on , as I want to reach a wider audience for Mobius Retold. I hope you enjoy reading it as I have making it!)

Oh how, oh how,
Did we get from a Breeze to a Storm,
Oh how, oh how, was a hero, and a villain born?
We shall see, we shall see,
How a storm brews from the sea,
From a simple breeze.
-The Dancing Scholar.

From above, one could see a bustling city. Tall buildings, apartments littered about, but the most peculiar would always be one orphanage in the corner of it all. An orphanage where a little blue hedgehog lives.

It was another morning of another day as the little hedgehog yawns in his bed, before getting swiftly, full of energy to tackle the day, to see something interesting, to see a thrill! He runs down the stairs to the first floor of the orphanage as he runs out a door in the main hall at the very end of it, into the courtyard where only a few kids were out at the moment.

He runs up to one sitting under a tree in the upper, leftmost corner of the orphanage. "Gooodddd morning Jake!" The little hedgehog exclaims. "Wanna play tag?"

"No thanks, I'm busy." The boy replies with a lie; not wanting to play tag with the fastest child in the orphanage, he would be caught never to be able to even touch the hedgehog with his wind.

"Oh, okay!" The little hedgehog smiles, still full of energy, he is. He runs off, away from the first onto the second, a girl drawing quietly as she leaned her back against the wall of the orphanage. "Morning Sarah!" He exclaims once more, looking over at what she was drawing.

"Woah, that's a really nice sketch of the tree!"

"Thank you."

"So, wanna play hide-and-seek? Or tag if you want!" He asks with joy.

"No thank you, I have studying in about ten minutes from now, not enough to play." The girl replies, only the half-truth of her statement, for the little blue hedgehog was the best at both games. He was fast enough to find even the cleverest of hiding spots; he could never be found; not once has he failed to find someone in the confines of the orphanage.

"Oh.. Okay! And keep drawing for me!" He smiles once more, his voice less enthusiastic than before, as he runs up to the third, fourth, fifth, standing on the top edge of the orphanage.

"Morning Aaron, Kevin, Liam!" He runs around each, saying his good mornings, wrapping an around Liam at the very end. "What are you all up to? Up to a game of tag? Hide and seek? Or wanna play Freeze Tag-?"

"Why do you keep asking to play games, weirdo." Kevin stares at the little hedgehog.

"Yeah, you always win them anyway, you freak of nature!" Aaron scoffs, spitting at the little hedgehog's shoes, as the little hedgehog backs away in response.

"Nobody's going to adopt you anyway. And nobody will adopt us if we're even playing games with you!" Liam looks in disgust, with all three boys telling their one, only truth to the hedgehog, the miseries sent to him.

"Hey- little harsh here. I'm sure someone will adopt me! Nice joke, by the way, so how about the game of tag, or hide-and-seek or freeze t-"

But before the little hedgehog could finish his speech, his ignorance to the truth, Kevin punches his muzzle. "Leave us alone already, blueberry midget!"

The other two boys laugh at the little hedgehog. "Yeah, why dont you go eat the molding cheese in the kitchen, rat!"

"..Okay.." The little hedgehog didn't smile, nor was he to feel as full of energy, running off to the right of the courtyard, the middle right edge of the tall, orphanage fence. He sighs, grabbing two bars of the fence. Prisoner here he is, inable to run to see the world to its fullest extent.

So desperately he wants to get out, to see the world, perhaps.. even find out who his real family was. The true reason why the little hedgehog was in the orphanage was to hide away from something from another continent. The orphanage he knew was in a place called 'North Dakota', which was in another place called 'North America.' A land in a land.

Being ever-so alone in a place, a world where it seemed like more people didn't appreciate the little hedgehog than those who do.

Whenever he felt like this, he'd stare out at the world through the bars of the fence, seeing so little of it. Today was no different, for a moment it was. But a difference comes out of the shadows, as the little hedgehog notices something brewing in the distance from the other side of the street the orphanage was on.

From the other side, opposite from the little hedgehog, are four humans. Three of them surrounding the fourth, throwing insult after insult at a teenager with a large nose, wearing glasses with blue lenses, not like the little hedgehog's fur, but close enough. The hedgehog eavesdrops on the insults and pushbacks, as he begins trying to climb up the fence to get to the teen..

"Dude, who cares about 'endangered animals' or 'at risk animals', they're just animals, who cares if some nerd's axolotl dies?" The third pulls the hood off the target.

"I care because if they go extinct, then nobody who appreciates them will get to see them, plus it would damage food chains they're invol-"

"Nerd, nerd, nerd, nerd, do you just nerd out EVERY day, four eyes?" The first snatches the glasses of the so-called 'nerd', breaking them into two before throwing them onto the street.

"I told you already, my name isn't Fo-"

"Man, does the nerd ever shut up? Shut up about wanting to be some stupid scientist making inventions we'll never care to buy? Maybe you should go back to the shitty apartment you came fro-"

"HEY!" A young voice calls out, as the three and the 'nerd' turn towards it, only to see the little blue hedgehog on his own two feet, having hopped over the fence despite his small stature.

"Why dont you jerks back off? 'Cause personally judging someone's intellect is no good when you dont even know them." He dashes across the street in a blur, standing in front of the 'nerd' in a protective manner, tapping his foot.

"You think this human is dumb, think his inventions are dumb, but I'll tell ya infact, he's just an egg who hasn't hatched and released his full potential yet! I bet they're only gonna get bigger, better overtime! So, until that happens, I'd be sorry in your position if you didn't stop judging!"

The little blue hedgehog proudly states his mind, rubbing his nose, smiling. How's that for a comeback, he thought. But instead of seeing surprise, or seeing the 'jerks' understand their wrongdoings.. They chuckle, they laugh hysterically.

"LOOK AT THIS LITTLE KID- HE THINKS HE'S A HERO!" The second jerk, rather the main was out of breathe from laughter.

"I'd be sorry in your position if you didn't stop judging!" The first jerk mocks the little hedgehog's words, picking him up off the ground. "Where'd you get that from, some stupid kids movie, 'hero'?"

The bullies continue to laugh as they slam the hedgehog hard against the wall. He whimpers loudly in pain, being let go, dropping to the ground . They chuckle, looking at the 'nerd.'

"Enjoy being friends with a toddler, freak!" The jerks laugh as they walk away down the sidewalk to their homes..

The little hedgehog, thankfully isn't badly hurt, though the pain through his body still did, as he slowly tries to lift himself up off the ground. But as he was picking himself up, his ears perked, hearing a movement. The little hedgehog looks up, to see the hand of the 'nerd' he had defended, taking the hand as he's helped up.

"Thanks, sir!"

"No, no, I think.. I should be thanking you. Those people are terrible, trust me, but I didn't think they would be terrible enough to hurt a child like you. I'm sorry." The 'nerd' looks away in shame.

"No, it's okay! Besides.. actually, do they do that to ya everyday?"

"Sums it up, and my life up." The 'nerd' sighs, sitting down next to the wall, the little blue hedgehog was thrown at, following suit, tilting his head with his ears ever so eager to listen.

"I've been harassed by them for as long as I can remember my first day of elementary school. See, I've always had these ideas to help people, help the whole the world, but everyone, especially them dont believe they'll even work.. don't even believe someone will try to invest into the ideas."

"..Well, I say just ignore those jerks! They dont know what they're messing with, Egghead! They'll learn it one day."

"Thank you..And, my name's not Egghead.." ..Though in reality, 'Egghead' didn't mind the nickname. For some reason, it clicks. The speech from the little hedgehog is inspiring indeed. Kind words had been told to him before, few, and far between, but the words of the mobian were now stuck, knitted tightly into his very self.

"So then, what IS the name of the soon-to-be famous-inventor?" The little hedgehog asks gleefully.

"Ivo. My name's Ivo Robotnik. What's the name of the confident, courageous little hedgehog who helped me?" He asks the same way the little blue hedgehog did. The little hedgehog got up before getting back in front of Ivo as Ivo gets up himself.

The little hedgehog then ran around in circles, perhaps 30 circles in a second as he stopped, a little posing to emphasize himself as the beginning of a strong wind, a breeze:

"The name's Sonic."

"Sonic the Hedgehog."