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Night of the Werehog (Out of the Shadows)Sonic's POV
It was night time. I was so nervous. I would have to give Amy an answer tomorrow at noon. I thought long and hard about this. If something goes bad, I would be dead. But, luckily, I had Tails and Knuckles with me during the night.
"I don't know what to do!" I said pulling my hair.
"Are you tired of hiding?" Knuckles asked.
"Then do it. If anything happens, you have us. Remember?" Tails said.
"That is true. But people just shut me out after they know the real me."
"Like who!?" Tails and Knuckles both said.
"Uh… Mostly the whole town!"
"Well, now they all love you! Thanks to Amy." Tails said crossing him arms.
We talked on and on about it. Soon, we fell fast asleep. I blew the fire out, and watched my two best friends sleep. I couldn't really sleep. I was thinking way too hard. I sighed, ad just went to sleep.
Morning time came. I woke up Tails and Knuckles. We walked through the woods. I stayed in the woods though. I walked through the woods, trying to fi
Night of the Werehog (Look Forawrd)Sonic's POV
I was finally out of the hospital. My arm was back to normal. I stayed in the woods. People began to wonder about me. Mostly, everyone knew me now because of the fire. I hope nothing like that happens again.
"I wish more people would help me." I sighed.
It was only noon. I walked through the woods. I tried to find something to eat, but I couldn't. Then, I felt something close to me. I stopped walking, and I looked around. I knew how to fight, which was always good for me.
"Sonic….. Is that you?"
"Amy!? What are you doing here?"
I walked up to her and we hugged each other.
"Tons of people want to help you…. Well, Werehog you."
"Like that's ever gonna happen."
"No it's true. Ever since the fire thing, it opened people's eyes."
"I need to see it, in order to believe it."
I started to walk away, but Amy pulled on my arm. She pulled out her phone, and went on YouTube. She showed me last night's news report. As I watched, everyone could not stop talking about the We
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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