Post by Ark on Jan 15, 2007 19:55:04 GMT -5
T for slightly more mature subject matter. Sonic Copyright Sega, Sonicteam, and Archie Comics.
Believe in Myself
“Alone.
I’m all alone. Well, at least I was. Not anymore, not with my family that’s taken care of me for so long. My name is Miles Prower, but you can just call me Tails.
Now the place I live is called Knothole, a small rebel village in the woods surround Robotropolis. Thankfully, I can proudly say I support our cause, and that finally, after almost five years, I’m finally a freedom fighter in my own right. I can’t take very much credit for that though, most of the credit goes to my hero, Sonic the Hedgehog.
See, around four years ago, I was definitely and utterly alone, no one would even bother to come near me, just because I was a freak and a monster. Just because I had two tails, the adults labeled me as special. I hated it, I just wanted to fit in, not stare in from the outside!
But then he came, and I’ll never forget the day, I owe that hedgehog my life. He just found me, working on a plane near the ocean, and it wasn’t a day before we were inseparable. He showed me what it meant to have a friend, even more so, a brother.
Then, he took me to the little village of knothole, and he introduced me to Aunt Sally, Aunt Bunnie, Uncle Chuck, and all of you, that’s how he taught me my next lesson, what a family was.
Through thick and thin, we stayed friends, better or worse, sicker or poorer, and no matter what, he would stand up for me. No matter what.
Then came the time where I wanted to join the freedom fighters in my own right, I was tired of sitting on the sideline, toiling over the old memories it brought back. Aunt Sally was so keen to keep me out of this war, I suppose she found me too innocent, but I just think she’s was acting like the mom I’d always lacked, and I could never in a million years blame her for that.
Of course, our favorite hot shot hedgehog was slow to pick up on my downtrodden mood, but as soon as he did, he pulled a fast one on Aunt Sally, and helped me prove I could help. That’s how he taught me that I meant something.
Battles were waged for an uncountable amount of time, riddled with losses, gains, and valor. Then we found out that I was some sort of chosen one. That’s definitely not something I was prepared for.
That time, though, I got to do something for Sonic, and I got to save him. Even as I fretted and worried about his injuries, I could see that I’d made him proud, and that’s when I realized that I’d lost a brother, but gained a father.
In the year or so following, something miraculous occurred, and I got to meet my real parents, biologically at least. At first, I was overjoyed, but then I realized how horribly twisted things had become. I now had two families calling for me, and the emotions that competed in my mind tore me to shreds as I cried myself to sleep those nights, careful to be quiet so Sonic wouldn’t hear me.
The decision was made for me, however, when my father attempted a coup, and my mother, who was unaware of his plans, was killed, taking a bullet for him. I’ll never forget her face as long as I live. Soon enough, my father was executed, and here I was left, not daring to face the lot of you for another day.
So, I did what anyone to afraid to see what was all around him would do, I locked myself in my room and hid, ignoring Sonic’s incessant begging for me to come outside. I knew it was killing him, not understanding why I wouldn’t even respond to his calling through my door. But, Aunt Sally figured it out. She knows how I think, and put two and two together, see, I felt like I was somehow involved. They were my parents for God’s sake. I’ll never forget the lesson I learned from Sonic that night as he tried to calm my tear filled apologies: It’s okay to cry.
Now we sit, gathered together, reminiscing happily about the past. Most recently, at least, was Sonic and Aunt Sally’s wedding, God, Sally, I hate not calling you mom, but it’s a habit. The wedding was gorgeous, the trees were in full bloom for spring, and happiness simply radiated from everyone, most importantly from Sonic. During those days, being around him was simply enough to make life alright, forget the war, and just celebrate.
Then that sly hedgehog shocked me again, and asked me to bear the rings. I could almost feel my knees start to shake in nervousness as I waited at the head of the isle. God, what a wonderful day that was, and, what a wonderful party that was, that’s where Fiona and I had our first date.
It just kills me that we have to all sit here, wallowing in guilt, pity, and sorrow on this day. It shouldn’t be like this, we’ve got to keep running forward, towards that light which we’ve always sought. He would have wanted it d**n it! I bet he’s sobbing in heaven knowing that he’s brought us this grief!
Just get up and go on fighting, that’s the only thing he would have ever asked of you! I’ll be damned if I deny him that!”
Two hundred stunned faces stared at the sobbing teenage fox over the open casket of Sonic the Hedgehog before muttering to themselves as Sally ran over to Tails and embraced him in a soothing, loving hug. Whispering in his ear until he’d calmed down as the others filled out silently in respect of the grieving boy’s hard hitting Eulogy.
“Shh, Tails, you’ve made him happier than you’ll ever know.” Sally said. "You’ve finally learned the only thing he ever really wanted you to know.” She cooed, rocking the boy back and forth.
“Whats that?” Tails asked.
“Believe in yourself, Tails.” She finished as mother and son’s tears mixed with raindrops on the floor.
Believe in Myself
“Alone.
I’m all alone. Well, at least I was. Not anymore, not with my family that’s taken care of me for so long. My name is Miles Prower, but you can just call me Tails.
Now the place I live is called Knothole, a small rebel village in the woods surround Robotropolis. Thankfully, I can proudly say I support our cause, and that finally, after almost five years, I’m finally a freedom fighter in my own right. I can’t take very much credit for that though, most of the credit goes to my hero, Sonic the Hedgehog.
See, around four years ago, I was definitely and utterly alone, no one would even bother to come near me, just because I was a freak and a monster. Just because I had two tails, the adults labeled me as special. I hated it, I just wanted to fit in, not stare in from the outside!
But then he came, and I’ll never forget the day, I owe that hedgehog my life. He just found me, working on a plane near the ocean, and it wasn’t a day before we were inseparable. He showed me what it meant to have a friend, even more so, a brother.
Then, he took me to the little village of knothole, and he introduced me to Aunt Sally, Aunt Bunnie, Uncle Chuck, and all of you, that’s how he taught me my next lesson, what a family was.
Through thick and thin, we stayed friends, better or worse, sicker or poorer, and no matter what, he would stand up for me. No matter what.
Then came the time where I wanted to join the freedom fighters in my own right, I was tired of sitting on the sideline, toiling over the old memories it brought back. Aunt Sally was so keen to keep me out of this war, I suppose she found me too innocent, but I just think she’s was acting like the mom I’d always lacked, and I could never in a million years blame her for that.
Of course, our favorite hot shot hedgehog was slow to pick up on my downtrodden mood, but as soon as he did, he pulled a fast one on Aunt Sally, and helped me prove I could help. That’s how he taught me that I meant something.
Battles were waged for an uncountable amount of time, riddled with losses, gains, and valor. Then we found out that I was some sort of chosen one. That’s definitely not something I was prepared for.
That time, though, I got to do something for Sonic, and I got to save him. Even as I fretted and worried about his injuries, I could see that I’d made him proud, and that’s when I realized that I’d lost a brother, but gained a father.
In the year or so following, something miraculous occurred, and I got to meet my real parents, biologically at least. At first, I was overjoyed, but then I realized how horribly twisted things had become. I now had two families calling for me, and the emotions that competed in my mind tore me to shreds as I cried myself to sleep those nights, careful to be quiet so Sonic wouldn’t hear me.
The decision was made for me, however, when my father attempted a coup, and my mother, who was unaware of his plans, was killed, taking a bullet for him. I’ll never forget her face as long as I live. Soon enough, my father was executed, and here I was left, not daring to face the lot of you for another day.
So, I did what anyone to afraid to see what was all around him would do, I locked myself in my room and hid, ignoring Sonic’s incessant begging for me to come outside. I knew it was killing him, not understanding why I wouldn’t even respond to his calling through my door. But, Aunt Sally figured it out. She knows how I think, and put two and two together, see, I felt like I was somehow involved. They were my parents for God’s sake. I’ll never forget the lesson I learned from Sonic that night as he tried to calm my tear filled apologies: It’s okay to cry.
Now we sit, gathered together, reminiscing happily about the past. Most recently, at least, was Sonic and Aunt Sally’s wedding, God, Sally, I hate not calling you mom, but it’s a habit. The wedding was gorgeous, the trees were in full bloom for spring, and happiness simply radiated from everyone, most importantly from Sonic. During those days, being around him was simply enough to make life alright, forget the war, and just celebrate.
Then that sly hedgehog shocked me again, and asked me to bear the rings. I could almost feel my knees start to shake in nervousness as I waited at the head of the isle. God, what a wonderful day that was, and, what a wonderful party that was, that’s where Fiona and I had our first date.
It just kills me that we have to all sit here, wallowing in guilt, pity, and sorrow on this day. It shouldn’t be like this, we’ve got to keep running forward, towards that light which we’ve always sought. He would have wanted it d**n it! I bet he’s sobbing in heaven knowing that he’s brought us this grief!
Just get up and go on fighting, that’s the only thing he would have ever asked of you! I’ll be damned if I deny him that!”
Two hundred stunned faces stared at the sobbing teenage fox over the open casket of Sonic the Hedgehog before muttering to themselves as Sally ran over to Tails and embraced him in a soothing, loving hug. Whispering in his ear until he’d calmed down as the others filled out silently in respect of the grieving boy’s hard hitting Eulogy.
“Shh, Tails, you’ve made him happier than you’ll ever know.” Sally said. "You’ve finally learned the only thing he ever really wanted you to know.” She cooed, rocking the boy back and forth.
“Whats that?” Tails asked.
“Believe in yourself, Tails.” She finished as mother and son’s tears mixed with raindrops on the floor.