Hello, So before we get into the reviews, please understand that Fanfiction was broken for about a month, so please go back and look at the last three chapters if you didn't already read them in that time. Now, on to the reviews.
Anonymous: So, this is the part where I take full credit for the idea and say that you got a lucky guess. Unfortunately for me, I am an honest person and have to confess that you gave me the idea. Originally, it was going to be a stealth based chapter where Fiona was constantly hiding and moving to sneak Sonic out. But I found a few problems with the structure I was going to use, saw your idea, and came up with a more fluid chapter. With that being said, I was pretty happy with how it turned out.
I do have plans for Mecha-Sally… but that comes later.
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Pain. Phyiscal, Emotional, spiritual. Sonic felt sore all over. His visions were full of fire and smoke. Sonic staggered through one of the streets of Mobotropolis, his body aching all over, cuts and burns lining up and down his whole form. Sonic looked around at the rubble, at the bodies of his friends and neighbors, with the simple understanding: he had failed everyone.
The vibrations in his ears told him that his most prominent failure had arrived. Sonic turned his head and looked up to see Mecha Sally, hovering overhead with her eyes cast down at Sonic. Those eyes, however, were not angry. The glow had faded, and all that remained was the saddened form of the princess that Sonic had failed.
Sonic walked over two small skeletons, and fell at his knees, his heart threatening to tear itself to pieces, "Please, Sal! I'm sorry, for everything! I'm sorry, I would have married you, I'll… I'll still marry you! Just don't let this happen!" Sonic's throat was sore from the soot and ash in the air.
Mecha Sally remained quiet, simply shaking her head. She lowered herself to the ground. As she did, her glowing blades seemed to light up around Sonic. So many skulls and broken forms lay around the two.
Her message was clear. It was too late. Right? That was the message she was trying to say.
Sonic walked towards her. He knew this was a dream, it was all a dream. It had to be. Sonic had never… well he had failed. He never allowed himself to be bogged down by failure, because he always had Sally to watch his back.
Still, Sonic approached his beloved princess, and wrapped his arms around her, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I messed up so bad that you hate me. I'm sorry." Sonic begged.
Finally, his princess spoke, "I don't hate you." She expressed, not in a mechanical voice, but her own, "I love you. I love you so much… but I needed something from you. I needed it then. But you were too scared." She sighed, stroking Sonic's top quills.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Sonic cried in her arms, his eyes closing from the sting of his own tears. He tried to wrap his arms around her, but instead, he hugged air. Sonic looked around, desperate to find Sally, but instead, he was alone, standing not in the city, but in an open field.
Sonic couldn't see anyone or anything beyond tall grass. He did a 360, and when he turned back to where he was facing there was a camp fire set up. Spooky.
Sonic somehow felt tired, and he walked over to sit down. How did the fire get there? Why was there a long to sit on in the middle of the field. Sonic closed his eyes. Could he dream inside of a dream?
He could not sleep, even though he felt tired, even though he was sitting on the log. It was like a new form of torture, being tired but unable to sleep.
"HELP US!" A cry came out from in front of Sonic. He shot up and looked around, panting, looking for those desperate cries, but all he could see was the fire. The fire was also where the sounds were coming from.
Sonic immediately jumped towards the flame, before his brains finally kicked in and told him exactly what he already knew: it was impossible. Just a simple form of torture…
Was he still with Eggman? Sonic's memory, hallucinations, and dreams all seemed to merge into a story where Sonic escaped Eggman by fighting off a hoard of badniks at the cost of Sally's life.
Sonic heard a rustling, and turned to see the grass part. Sonic balled his fist, only to see a small flicky hop out. It chirped at Sonic, and the hedgehog let out a sigh of relief.
The flicky wasn't flying, however, and it seemed to hop around, weak and soft.
"Hey there…" Sonic mumbled, and stretched out a hand. The Flicky chirped in protest, but Sonic picked it up anyway.
He set the little bird on his lap. It had its wing stretched out, as if it was in pain. Sonic held the little creature in his lap, careful to avoid the hurt wing, "I guess we're both stuck here." Sonic sighed, looking around at the endless plains.
The little creature had gone silent, looking up at Sonic. The hedgehog sighed, "But you know… I think you're going to be alright. That wing will heal, eventually." Sonic gave the little bird a little smile.
The bird seemed flap both its wings, seemingly healed by those words, and it flew out of his lap, up into the sky. Sonic chuckled in disbelief, before laying his head back against the log. Sonic almost forgot that he failed Sally. Then he reminded himself with that thought.
This dream was aweful in the strangest ways.
"Yeah, I guess it is." A feminine, commanding voice growled at Sonic. His eyes opened to see the red vixen standing there, looking rather furious.
Sonic blinked, "Fiona? Why-"
"Why am I here? I'm wondering the same thing!" Fiona growled at Sonic, pushing him back into the grass, "Why are you so stuck on everything you failed at? Why don't you ever appreciate what you have, what's right in front of you?"
Sonic blinked and sat up, "W-What do you mean?"
"Look at yourself! Moping and crying over your little failures! You are more than that!" Fiona growled at Sonic, pushing Sonic again.
Sonic pulled his fists… but he didn't feel any power behind them as Fiona growled again, "Are you just going to whine all the time? Where's the hedgehog who never gives in?"
Sonic slumped down, "… I don't know… I just don't know. I messed up." He slumped down further.
Fiona's gaze soften, "You did, but you are never too far for me."
What did that mean. Sonic's eyes looked at her, "You're… you're not Fiona… are you?"
Fiona grinned at Sonic, and winked.
Sonic blinked, and she was gone. He looked left and right, as his mind began to race, before his world turned black.
Sonic's eyes opened once again, only this time, he was standing… in new mobotropolis. The streets were bustling with activity. He didn't walk here, he didn't… remember much, outside of Fiona from the camp fire.
Something was not right, Sonic didn't know what it was. There had to be an easy explanation. A dream, that's… it didn't even sound convincing as a thought. Sonic knew there was more to his past experience than a simple dream.
He saw everyone… happy, around him. Maybe it was comfort. Maybe there was something far more powerful at work.
Sonic looked around again, and noticed things. Instead of wanted posters, there were simple, hand painted posters, saying a simple phrase: You already know.
Sonic gulped. Maybe there was something behind Johan's words. Maybe Sonic's stubbornness had really cut him off from a needed friend.
"Look… I guess… You helped me. Thanks, I really do appreciate it." Sonic sighed, slumping down in one of the benches, "Thank you for… saving Fiona. Wait you did save Fiona, right?" Sonic asked, before immediately jumping to a different though, "Is Sally still alive?"
A memory jerked inside of Sonic, of Fiona's complaints about his thoughts. It wasn't... he did care about Fiona, but… Sally was his. Her imaged Flashed in Sonic's head, and his heart rate shot up, with sweat. He could feel the burns, although suppressed, on his body.
"If this is a dream, I have to wake up." Sonic stated firmly in the center.
"Why would you want to wake up so soon?" A little Wolf pup asked, approaching Sonic with an innocent smile, "It's ok to have a little fun, at least, that's what dad says. It's good for healing."
Sonic paused for a moment. Was this a prison? Was it a trap to bind him here? Sonic strangely felt tired all of the sudden, once again, unable to fight anything. His body was still numb, as if in a… dream.
Sonic didn't even really feel like laughing at that obvious statement. Somehow, he blacked out in a dream.
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Fiona felt the sun shining on her back, feeling strangely wrong as she was in the full sunlight. Fiona looked for shade to hide in, anywhere to get out of view.
How strange that she felt uncomfortable in the light. Still Fiona found a place under a tree, and sat down, relaxing. She felt burns in a dull haze, but didn't focus too much on it. She was going to enjoy the moment.
Fiona looked around and saw farm land in front of her. She saw so many dead plants, which had grown so high in the rich soil, but had died still. She crept along the shadows and found her way towards a river. Along the beaches, vines had grown up, and strangled out the plants growing. It seemed like no life would bloom nearby that wasn't full of weeds.
Then, as Fiona kept walking, she saw something. Out in the middle of the river, wedged between rocks, was a single plant, sprouting up and stretching out. It was very young, and certainly would not produce fruit. Its leaves seemed to split, with a jagged and smooth edge, along with two points along the tip. It had three bloom types growing, with some white, some pink, and some purple.
Fiona still couldn't make out the type of plant that was growing, or what it would do, but it was beautiful to look at, which was strange for Fiona to talk about because she was not one for flowers. Still, there was no denying how much she wanted to see it grow.
But it was in a harsh environment, with nothing to nurture it but the rushing rivers and the cold rocks.
"That one will be fine." An old lion smiled, giving her a nod, "It has good roots, and when something has good, sturdy roots, and love and care, it will survive the toughest conditions."
Fiona turned back to the old Lion, who was watering the flowers which were already sprawled over and dead. The wolf seemed very aware of how sad they looked, but he kept watering.
"You know they won't survive." Fiona stated, feeling strangely comfortable around this old beast.
"Maybe they won't even if I water them. But if I can save just one… I'd say my time was used well." The old lion smiled, and pushed a watering can onto another flower.
Fiona shrugged at the old guy, and turned back to the flowered tree.
"You know, the best flowers I've seen haven't come from rich top soil or fine dirt. The most beautiful flowers grow in the harsh river." The lion smiled, and Fiona turned around to listen to his ramblings.
"I would think that nothing would live there." Fiona mumbled back.
"You would think so, but flowers that have everything close by don't dig deep and wide roots. So when a storm comes, they aren't difficult to pull up." The lion explained, smiling, "They have it too comfortable. The seed that falls in the river, however, that one will be a beauty. The ones that grow are stubborn, and the current that would tear up other roots nourishes them, makes the trees grow stronger."
Fiona cocked her head at him, but she couldn't deny what she was seeing.
"There's so little competition for the sun in the rushing rivers, it truly lets any plant reach its true beauty." The lion sighed, before returning back to watering the flowers.
Fiona continued to watch the small tree that had bloomed a few flowers. There were bend marks, and knots along its base, a sign of wear and near snapping. But at those points, there was very little give. The tree was just fine where it was, even in the harsh environment.
The Fox turned around and struggled to take her eyes off the beautiful tree, and move along the coast of the river. She slowly turned her eyes to see the world melt around her as she walked. Suddenly, she was back on the brick path, with the jungle and forest pulling Fiona's attention away. She was once again at the center, but she didn't see any branching paths ahead.
Fiona kept walking forward, waiting for the next sign for her to go up the forest pathway. But the road seemed to stretch on endlessly.
An obscure voice came from the forest, "Excellent. You've done us so much credit." The voice spoke so joyfully. Fiona looked over at the forest as she walked, and saw the white cloaked figure walking along side Fiona next to the pathway. The form gave a pleased nod.
Fiona felt a weight lifted off her shoulder. She kept walking, "I just… did what felt right."
"You made such wonderous decisions. We are proud of you." The white cloaked figure spoke proudly, gesturing to the forest. From the forest, Fiona could see the golden knight, and the house on the hill. Fiona could feel the joy and happiness coming from the building. That life didn't seem so bad. Fiona also saw the glowing light which resided over the house. It seemed… whimsical.
Fiona kept walking along, slowing her pace down to take in the sight.
Then She felt a presence coming from the forest. The black cloaked figured came out, sitting ever so smug despite having a concealed face, "Look at you, doing good work, like a goody-two-shoes."
Fiona felt her heart become guarded, "I just… did what I thought was right."
"Oh yes, the good old, stupid "morals" argument." The black cloaked figure groaned, walking along side Fiona, keeping the smug tone and posture, "So tell me, what has that done for us? Or you?"
Fiona growled, picking up her pace as she wanted to quickly get away from what was clearly going to be an accusation, "I've helped Sonic, and the world is going to start to heal." Fiona felt confident in her answer
"And how does that help you?" The Black cloaked figure demanded, smugly walking with Fiona, seeming to create more doubt in the vixen's mind, "Do you think Sonic will even consider you? Watch, he'll return to his princess, like a good, loyal puppy, and leave you empty, and broken."
"Oh, are you speaking from experience." Fiona smirked back at the shadowy, disgusting figure. Of course, it wasn't completely about Sonic. She was… doing her part… for a kingdom that still didn't exactly show her warmth. But Sonic was just a piece. That was it.
She felt cautious, a burning fire in her chest. She was not doing it for Sonic. At least, not entirely. The is shadowy figure knew nothing about Fiona.
"I think we'll see just things turn out." The black cloaked figure snorted, Fiona heard the surrounding jungle begin to laugh.
"Enough, you can't tempt her anymore!" the white cloaked figure snapped, pointing at the black cloaked figure.
"I'll tempt her till the day she dies. I'll tempt her till she realized just how alone she with this life. Her old life was far better, and yet you lead her down a path that can only make her absolutely miserable. She should be free. To run and fight and rob as she pleases." The Black cloaked figure snarked at the white cloaked figure. Their strides became faster, seeming to push Fiona further along the road than she was able to go.
"You only seek to give her a short, and miserable life, never knowing who to trust or love. She needs hope, not your vile world! She can have the world she wants, but you don't want her to achieve it." The White cloaked figure commanded.
Fiona was struggling as her legs tried to keep up with the demanded movement. Instead, they began to bundle together, "Can you all shut up!" She was continuing to be pushed by the invisible wall of air behind her.
"She'd need all of the luck in the world, and would only enjoy it fore a second. Face it, a domestic life just isn't for her. Let her have a little fun, stop being such a stick in the mud." The black hooded figure growled back.
"Stop, Stop!" Fiona shouted as she approached across road, being pushed further along with even more force.
"Her fun will cost us our future!" The white cloaked figure countered, and there speed began to approach terminal as a fork in the road appeared.
Fiona barreled forward against her will as she was being launched .
"Then let us all have some fun with each moment!" the Black cloaked figure snarked back, keeping pace.
Fiona tried to dig her heels in the brick road, and slow herself down, but she didn't do anything more than scrape her heels as her grey dress began to tug and tear.
The sign wasn't even legible at the speed Fiona was going. She screamed!
And opened her eyes quickly. She was laying on a… less than comfortable mat. She had some red blankets over her body. She panted, looking around. To her left, Sonic was in a red bed, like her own. To her right, two empty beds. Where were they?
"Good morning, or rather, evening." A duck smiled, walking over. Doctor Quack, which meant they were… in Mobotropolis?
"What? How long have I been asleep." Fiona demanded, looking out the blackened windows, which revealed that it was night time.
"About twelve hours. It's still probably not enough for you, if I can be so honest." Doctor Quack gestured down below, the covers. Fiona felt a light stinging around her body, a discomfort that was numbed, "I was given permission to use a numbing agent on your wounds."
Fiona's belly roared in complaint. She had not eaten in a long time, and she was especially hungry for red meat.
"Ah, you're likely craving a rare steak, or a tomato. You've lost some blood, and you want iron. I'll have the cook bring something up." Doctor Quack gave her a light bow from his head, and walked out of the room.
Fiona laid back, still feel an aching around her. This was so… boring, strangely enough. She should have been exhausted, but sitting there, doing nothing. It didn't sit well with Fiona.
She looked over at the hedgehog, who's face was locked in a permanent flinch. He was still in pain. Didn't he get some "numbing agent"?
The door opened, and a familiar face walked in, "Miss-a, your-a both well-a!" Christina laughed with joy as she brought in a large soup pot on a cart. The smell of garlic and bread came from a basket.
"Well? Maybe, we're alive." Fiona snorted, before flinching from her cuts. She could still feel some of the damage done, so maybe laying back was good.
The green marmot didn't even look fazed, and she immediately scooped up some red, thick soup and poured it into a bowl. Fiona could see shellfish and bits of tomato in the soup. She then placed a stiff piece of bread on top and sat beside the bed.
She then held up a spoon and brought it over, "Relax-a, I'll take good-a care of you." She blew on the steaming spoonful.
"I'm not a child." Fiona complained, but in truth, it was nice to be waited on. She was a noblewoman, and it was about time she got some decent treatment.
"I don't-a care. You're hurt-a. No with your-a body." Christina scolded, raising the bowl a little bit with the spoon. It was still incredible hot, and Fiona sat up.
"I can move just fine." Fiona complained, shifting about, feeling a bit of stinging flair up in her side.
"No, No moving to hard-a." Christina commanded, and Fiona leaned back against the walls on the… infirmary.
"W-Where are we?" Fiona asked, expecting to hear that they were in Tommy Turtle Hospital.
"Roja, the field hospital." Doctor Quack answered, sounding slightly less enthusiastic, "Along with my man pupils, who are barely know the difference between a femur and a forewarm." His slight enthusiasm turned to total bitterness, and Fiona could make out a few eyes peaking through the cracks in the doorway at the end of the hall.
"You sound overflowing with joy at that idea." Fiona retorted, feeling the root of her mouth get singed with the amazing soup, yelping inside her throat.
"Sorry, Sorry." Christina bowed her head quickly.
"I don't mind helping students… but I do not want to be apart of any war. I want to help people live, not help people kill." The doctor sighed, running his gaze down the clipboard as he began to write, "And before you ask, I am still here because the medics I train will… hopefully never have to, but can save lives one day."
Fiona nodded slowly as Christina blew even harder on the next pot.
"That Wolverine… he made this war very clear. People are going to get hurt and die." The doctor sighed, before setting the clipboard die, "And the royalty made me an offer I couldn't refuse."
Fiona perked up and finished chewing another bite of the tomato soup, "Where is the big guy anyway? A "good job" would have been nice for the amount of pain we went through for him."
"Bah, he said he was proud." A Familiar voice came through the doorway. Fiona turned and saw-
"Sticks? You're still here." Fiona exclaimed with a laugh.
"Yeah… I must be cursed. The Konig heads out on a campaign and I have to wait three days before I can leave." Sticks groaned, stamping her foot no the ground lightly.
"He's… out?" Fiona asked, somehow surprised.
"He has been summoned to the royal court… from there… I don't know what will happen." The duck sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
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The thunder of feet marching across the dirt roads echoed across the forest as his men continued their march.
Johan inspected their marching formation. Each leg rose was raised up straight, before setting down, linking each row of soldiers to move as one. Each row was twelve long, and each column was twelve deep, forming a square as each soldier marched with their eyes facing forward.
Johan watched on top of the hill, with the men marching in front of the horse drawn-carriages, which carried the most important equipment for the coming operation. The men did not look at him, or stop to watch. Their discipline was showing, and it war good for the king to see the results of his decisions.
"We are on a time table." The boy-prince scolded behind Johan, much to the wolverine's humor.
"We will arrive when the last man enters your city. I will keep watch over them." Johan growled back at the boy.
The boy-prince growled and rode off. It was not lost on Johan how he received a horse, while his men marched on foot. The boy could use some marching.
Johan saw some of the men in the coming fourth block swinging their legs in exhaustion. He moved down to walk along side them, the men paying him much mind as they moved faster to avoid his anger.
The men continued to march as normal, and Johan bounded forward to the front of the long column. No one stopped or turned their gaze to face him.
At the front, the prince rode, perhaps the only royal trait he had: leading the men forward. Johan shook his disgust away. The boy could be molded to be a proper king, if he could remove his pride and focus on his people.
Johan walked alongside the stallion, which kept a keen eye on him, recognizing his danger and strength.
"My father is insistent. It is unwise to make a king wait." The boy snorted, angrily.
"I do not recall a messenger declaring his urgency. He can wait for the men to move." Johan growled back, prowling forward as the men continued their march.
"We are two days out, and we need to be faster. I want to see-" The boy-prince started to growl, but Johan had heard enough out of him.
"What you want does not matter to what is real. These men will march, and we will arrive just before they do." Johan growled, before looking at the clearing they were approaching.
"Wait… that's…" The boy sounded so confused over the most basic truth that any commander would understand.
"Yes, we are just outside the capitol city." Johan growled, with the boy finally acknowledging what was happening.
"How?" The boy-prince exclaimed.
"We aren't waiting for the slow to follow. Everyone moves together, no lazy fools to wait for. Our men are orderly, ready and disciplined." Johan growled, not paying any mind to the reserves that were left behind. They would be ready soon.
Johan called back, "Take some time, recover your strength. I will go ahead." Johan barked at his men, many sighed, before sitting down. Their legs would be stronger when the time came.
Johan bounded forward, with the prince following behind him, and they rushed towards the gate. Johan entered the city, already bearing witness to its rebuilt state. These people were weak, but they did work fast. That was a virtue he would not deny.
Johan approached the massive royal hall, which still stood, no destruction reaching it from the previous wars outside of the gate.
The prince rode along side Johan. The guards stood at the front of the gate and stood in attention. The boy-prince was eager to enter, as he stepped forward and proclaimed, "We are here to see my father. Open the doors."
The guards nodded, and pulled the doors open. Johan and the prince stepped inside, not before hitching his horse to a stand. The walls showed paintings of old squirrels and former leaders, all painted over with newer colors to hide damage that had been done.
The boy showed no love for the older paintings, showing an saddened look at them. They marched down the hallway with a careful stride, and Johan approached the large chamber where he had faced the former king, and killed him.
The guards once again had to open the large doorway, which led into the throne room. Johan stepped inside, and saw the squirrel-king, sitting in his wheeled chair at the bottom of the steps. The king seemed to be asleep, with little regard for the world around him.
Johan approached, and growled, "Why have you pulled me away from our front?" Johan controlled his anger, very uncharacteristic, but he still needed the king alive.
The King did not open his eyes, but groaned in his tired voice, "I wanted to rest for longer… I guess I do not have that luxury anymore." The king stretched his back as best he could, before raising up and opening his eyes, "I have heard… troubling reports, from both my son and our allies."
Johan cocked his head back towards the prince, who looked rather proud of himself. Johan decided it was time to ask more, "What has been said?"
"That you have made things difficult between the Kingdom of Acorn and Echidnapolis. That you have been aggressive with their delegates." King Maxamillian stated, with a sigh of exhaustion and anger.
"I have gone to make your kingdom powerful, that is all I have done." Johan growled, staring down the king. He could feel the prince's proud smile on his back.
"You did this by harassing our allies? Threating them and destroying our goodwill?" The king shouted angrily, glaring at Johan.
Johan stood his ground, "They are not allies, nor friends, nor brothers. They are pests, which feed of your strength. They demand your army when their lives are threatened, but send nothing to aide your war against the Egg Man." Johan snapped his head to the side, and hissed out his anger, "I sought to make them pay, or serve. They would be far more useful to you then."
The King took a deep breath.
"Father, Can I speak?" The boy-prince asked, bowing his head lightly.
"Of course, say what you need to say." King Maxamillian nodded as the boy's mother tapped the king's shoulder.
"I was able to secure their declared allegiance to us. After the Wolverine sought to make our alliance uneasy-"
"Do not speak lies of me!" Johan growled at the boy rising, causing the boy to flinch as Johan rose to his full height.
"That is exactly what you did!" The boy shook himself, and stood his ground. The boy at least had some courage, "You went to the island, and threatened them. You did not even attempt to negotiate, nor did you have any reason to take such an aggressive action!" The boy stood his ground.
"Is this true?" The King demanded.
"You accuse me, then you ask if what if what you have heard is true?" Johan growled, finding the king's way of thinking to be angering.
"I am asking you to be honest with me now. Did you threaten the Echidnapolis council?" The king asked, letting out a labored sigh.
"I did. I told them I would kill them, and take control of the city with my garden Defender." Johan growled, before adding, "They vowed they would speak of their surrender should I find their leader. They lied to my." Johan growled as his claws began to dig into the stone floor.
The Boy-prince stood silently, and proudly behind Johan, "Father, I did manage to get the city to pledge their support to us, and declare themselves a client of us." The boy bowed his head with a proud grin upon his face.
"And what did they offer? Did they swear their armies to you, or did they offer tribute?" Johan growled at the boy, so foolish that he could not even see how he had been manipulated.
The boy growled back to Johan, "That is not…" He struggled with his words. He knew as well as Johan did that he had failed. His anger against Johan had hurt his kingdom.
"You have nothing to show for this, you have only forced your armies to protect a city which offers nothing. You are their slave, not their overlord." Johan growled, "I would have made them a valuable member of your kingdom, instead, you follow them as dogs."
"Enough! Both of you have nothing to show for this. Elias… I expected you to at least be able to provide us a fair deal, as I would have done in my youth." The king growled, "We will speak of this no more. As for you, Wolverine." The king held a firm gaze in his chair, showing his anger. Johan could hear a soft thunder from outside.
The boy prince seemed to wait eagerly for the king's response. He seemed eager to see the king's response, who wore an angry and sad face. The King then sighed, "Consult me, before you go and start wars that our kingdom can not afford."
Johan growled angrily. The boy-prince was more angry than Johan, however, "That's all? He gets a slap on the wrist for almost starting a war?!" The boy's voice echoed through the chamber.
"Enough! I Know how to rule, and keep my rule intact!" The king growled at the boy.
"He should be stripped of his rank at least. What he did was treason, or severe negligence at best!" The boy barked at his father.
Johan balled his fist, ready to discipline the boy. The boy-prince seemed angry and sad from his father's response.
The king looked at Johan, "You have had my army for a month. Tell me you have done something with it. My Son is right, and the nobility are restless. We have invested much, and we nothing to show for it."
Johan walked towards the windows, and threw them open, "Behold, what you have to show for your investment."
The king and boy approached the window to see below. The army marched, each row marching with discipline and fierceness. They watch, with surprise, joy and some fear as they watched the blocks of men who stretched out to the woods as they. Every step proclaimed thunder to rival Tor's.
Johan leaned down to look out the window, "An Army To conquer the world."
The king sat back in his chair, looking distant, before nodding, "Very well, and where are you going with it now?"
"To the front. We are going to attack." Johan growled, nodding towards the clouds in the distance.
The king nodded, "Then go, and make Robotnik pay for every pain he has caused my family. You are both dismissed."
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Alright, Fiona and Sonic are getting some much needed rest, While Johan is just now getting started. Elias continues to meddle in Johan's affairs, while Johan grows agitated with the increased distractions.
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