On a a wind blown wheat field with a beautiful blu
On a a wind blown wheat field with a beautiful blue sky and cotton puff clouds, “Shaaadddowww~ ”
Shadow rose up, hearing the distant call of his name on the wind. He looks around him.
“Shaaadddowww~”
Shadow looked closer across the field and someone is sitting on the pedestal, a human with a amulet in the shape of a lion around her neck, glowing faintly in the twilight.
“Shaaadddowww~”
Shadow quickly ran into that direction to see who was there.
It was Hanna Sophia, she’s wearing a simple white dress, her eyes are open and she checked her nails like she was bored. Shadow had never seen a human before, not one that wasn’t terrified of his kind. He approached her cautiously, his paws making soft prints in the cooling sand. Shadow raised his eyebrow.
“Hanna?” Shadow whispered, unsure if she was okay.
She turned her head to him and blew him a kiss. Shadow’s ears perked up as he felt the kiss blow in the air. His tail wagged instinctively, and a warmth spread through his body, something he hadn’t felt in years. It was as if she had known him his entire life. Hanna leaped from atop the pedestal and gracefully glided down towards him, her dress fluttering around her like a soft, feathery cloud.
Shadow tried to catch her, his paws reaching out in anticipation, but they both ended up tumbling to the ground, a mix of giggles and awkward limbs. They lay there for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes, the wind gently brushing strands of hair from Hanna’s face. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and joy, a stark contrast to the solemn expression she had worn when they first met.
Shadow sighed dreamily, taking in the feeling of Hanna’s soft skin against his fur. He had never felt so alive, so connected to another being. Hanna’s eyes searched his, her smile growing wider as she leaned in closer. But, suddenly, the sky shifted from its serene blue to an overcast gray, and the gentle rustle of the wheat was replaced by the sharp crackling of thorns beneath them, Hanna gasped and pulled away.
Confusion clouded Shadow’s gaze as he looked around, his eyes widening at the transformation of their surroundings. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. Shadow’s fur stood on end as he noticed his torso and arms were now a mix of blue and peach. “Ah!” Shadow yelped, jumping to his feet, the pain from the thorns piercing his paws forgotten as he saw the change in his body. Hanna took a step back, her hand over her mouth, horrified by what she saw.
His air shoes had transformed into sleek puma shoes, and his signature rings were nowhere to be seen. His eyes, once a deep, soulful black, had morphed into a piercing shade of green. Shadow looked down at himself, his heart racing as he realized the impossible—he was turning into Sonic, the blue hedgehog he had heard tales of, a creature of speed and legend.
“AHHHHH!!” Hanna screamed, her eyes wide with terror as she stumbled backward, the reality of the situation setting in. Sonic screamed back at her, his voice a high-pitched goat-like bleat that echoed through the now eerie field. Thunder boomed overhead, the first crack of a brewing storm.
“No!” Shadow shouted, trying to convince himself and Hanna that this wasn’t happening. He breathes heavily, his heart racing. It was all just a nightmare. He woke up in his bed, his body drenched in cold sweat. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight, and he could hear the distant chirping of crickets outside. The nightmare felt so real that for a moment, he wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming. He looked around frantically, his eyes searching for any sign of Hanna or the terrifying transformation. “Phew…” He sighed, relieved that it was just a figment of his imagination.
His phone rang, jolting him from his thoughts. The shrill sound pierced the quiet of the night, and he fumbled to grab the receiver, his heart still racing from the nightmare. “Shadow?” Hanna’s voice was a comforting melody in his ear, bringing him back to reality. “Oh, hey, girl,” he managed to say, his voice shaky. “I was just-”
“Where are you?” Hanna’s voice was filled with urgency. “My singing competition with Leo. Will you please hurry up?”
“Right, got it.” Shadow said, jumping to his feet. He couldn’t let Hanna down, especially not after that terrifying nightmare. He had to get to her, to ensure she was safe and sound. The nightmare still lingered in the back of his mind, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. He denied his phone and sprinted out of his room, his heart pounding in his chest.
The wind whipped through the wheat field, a symphony of rustling stalks and whispering blades. The sun, a fiery ball of gold, dipped towards the horizon, casting long shadows that danced across the golden expanse. “Shaaadddowww~,” the wind carried a voice, faint but unmistakable.
Shadow, a towering figure of midnight fur and piercing black eyes, paused. He was no stranger to the whispers of the wind, often carrying tales of the past, of battles fought and victories won. But this call held a different cadence, a note of urgency that made his fur bristle.
He surveyed the field, his keen eyes scanning the undulating waves of wheat. On a pedestal, a figure sat, bathed in the fading light. A human. A woman. With a simple white dress and an amulet shaped like a lion, glowing faintly around her neck.
“Shaaadddowww~,” the call came again, this time clearer, more insistent. Shadow’s powerful legs propelled him towards the woman, his steps silent on the yielding earth. He had seen humans before, fleeting glimpses, but none who weren’t filled with fear at his presence. This one, however, seemed strangely calm, almost… welcoming.
“Hanna?” Shadow whispered, cautiously.
She turned, her eyes meeting his. They were the color of the twilight sky, a deep, alluring blue. She blew him a kiss, a mischievous smile gracing her lips. Shadow’s ears twitched, a warmth blooming in his chest, a sensation he hadn’t felt in years. It was as if she knew him, as if they were old friends, and his heart, a cold stone for so long, began to thaw.
Hanna leaped from the pedestal, landing gracefully before him. He tried to catch her, but their limbs collided in a tangle of giggles and awkward apologies. They lay there, the wind playing with Hanna’s hair, her eyes sparkling with an unbridled joy that mirrored his own burgeoning hope.
“You know,” she whispered, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to touch a Shadow.”
But the serenity was shattered. The blue sky turned a menacing gray, the wind shifted, turning the rustling wheat into the sharp crackle of thorns. Hanna gasped, her smile vanishing, replaced by a look of terror.
“What’s wrong?” Shadow asked, his voice laced with concern. He looked down at his body, his fur no longer a smooth black, but a swirling mess of blue and peach. His air shoes had transformed into sleek puma shoes, his signature rings vanishing. His eyes, once black as night, now burned with a piercing green.
He was turning into Sonic, the legend, the creature of speed, the being he had only heard whispers of. He was changing, becoming someone he didn’t understand, someone he feared.
“AHHHHH!!” Hanna screamed, her voice echoing through the transformed field, her eyes filled with a fear he had never witnessed before.
Sonic screamed back, a high-pitched, goat-like bleat. Thunder roared, the storm he had seen only in his dreams, now a terrifying reality.
“No!” Sonic yelled, desperately trying to fight the change, his voice filled with despair. “I don’t want this!”
But the change continued, relentless, unstoppable. Sonic, the creature of speed, was born, a creature of legend, a creature of fear. And as the storm raged, the wind whispered its mournful tale: the legend had been reborn, but at a cost.
