Shaman King Fan Fiction / Sonic Series Fan Fiction ❯ Back to the Beginning ❯ Michael's ancient past revealed ( Chapter 12 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Back to the Beginning: Ch 12


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" HA!! YOU Help US??? What a joke!" Knuckles looked at the sacastic speedster next to him, awaiting to see what Lark would do next. "You think that for one moment I'm just gonna forget what you did to, not only me, but Shadow and Hedgie as well?!"* (Read Broad Horizons) Sonic looked angirly at Lark, eyes blazing and fists clenched threateningly at the blue echidna.



"Look, hedgehog, you might not like me, but I have a score to settle with Blade just as y'all do, ok? If you can't just put aside your hatred towards me for one moment then I have no choice but to eliminate you so that I can face Blade at my peak...now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." Sonic gnashed his teeth at Lark, adding insult by spitting in his face. "...I guess that answers my question..!" Sonic suddenly felt a severe pain in his left arm, Lark sliced a good chunk of his skin off with one swipe.


"YOU BASTARD!" Knuckles wanted to help Sonic but knew better; this was Sonic's own fault and he was going to have to deal with it, it was his fight, not Knuckles'.


"I tried to be nice to you but you insisted on trying me...now, I'm gonna be leinient to you and give you another chance to accept a truce and put aside our differences, at least until Blade is destroyed for good." Lark awaited the pained hedgehog to make a decision, but got the middle finger instead. "...Hedgehog, why do you have to make things difficult?" Lark swiped at Sonic's right arm but hit empty air instead. "What the-?"


"Hey, bluie! Eat THIS!" Lark turned around to face Sonic's shoe, then felt some of his teeth become loose. "HAH! How do ya like them apples?!" Knuckles wanted to stop this, but was getting rather amused by this obsurd, childish behavior.


"Ok, hedgehog, no more nice guy..." Lark reared his fists back and proceeded to pick apart the blue blur, blood starting to become more common as Lark's fists started to drip from blood.


"That all ya got, darky?" Sonic had pushed Lark's button one too many times, and Knuckles knew it too. The next thing Sonic knew, Lark was charging him full force with his fists extended for overkill.


Knuckles, knowing that Sonic wouldn't live through this, clobbered Lark with his fists, a one-hit KO as boxing is concerned. "Thats enough of that, children!" Sonic looked in agony at the crimson echidna infront of him, pain starting to creep back up on him.


"Why'd ya do that, Knucklehead?!" Sonic looked as Knuckles pulled out some bandages from somewhere on his person, placing them all over Sonic's nicks, cuts, and sores.


"Because, we need you when we face Blade, thats why." Lark's eyes were "X" and Sonic was, in a sense, glad for that. Deep down inside, Sonic knew he didn't stand up against Lark. "I'm gettin' too old for this shit."


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"BLADE!!!"


The sky was turning darker red as an injured Michael stumbled through Geomater Forest. Michael cursed under his breath as the pain to his legs and thigh increased with each step he took.


"When I find you, I'm gonna make you wish you'd never messed with me, you asshole..."


As Michael trudged his way through the thick underbrush, he tripped often on tree branches and loose ground, injuring his legs furthur. "I don't care if I lose my legs, I wanna make sure Blade dies a slow death." Michael, though the pain was unbearable, somehow found the intestinal fortitude to drive his body on. "It hurts so much, but...I can't let...Tikal be...taken...away from me!"


As Michael continued to punish his legs through the dense forest he began to see faint images of Tikal infront of him, her frantic pleas for help driving the young hedgehog insane.


"Tikal! I'm...coming! Don't...let...up......!" Michael walked towards Tikal's image, though it was an illusion his mind had conjured up, using whatever was left of his strength to fight the pain and get closer to her. "Im not...going to give...up, Tikal! I love you too much for that!!"


After another fifteen minutes of, seemingly, fruitless navigating Michael saw an old, decrypt monument about twenty yards away.


"Guess I'd better...go check out what that...thing is all about...!" Michael was, literally, crawling on his knees, trying desperately to go furthur with his legs as numb as they were. As Michael got closer to the monument, he started to get a sense of hopelessness as to the purpose, if any, this monument served. "Well, time to find out what this thing...is!"


Michael used whatever strength he had left to pull his body up on the first step of the monument. Barely legible writing was on the step, and every step past that, in a language that made Michael's temper rise.


"Damnt! Of all the known langauges in the world...I'd have to be stuck with the one that uses DOTS as letters and words!! Its in fucking BRAILLE!!!" Michael pounded his fist into the step, wincing considerably as pain shot through his body, reaching his legs. "Ah, shit...now its gonna hurt me!! Piece of crap! What'd I do to meet with you, you unspeakable langauge?! What is it gonna take for me to understand why you're so important to this world?!"


Almost on cue Michael received a sudden insight from the Master Emerald, something he had never gotten before.


"Why...is the Emerald speaking...to me?" Michael barely finished that thought, however, as he could feel the Master Emerald giving some of its power to the orange speedster. "And why did you just give me some power?"


'Listen, Michael, and listen well as to what I am going to reveal to you.' Michael sat down on the grass, resting his feet on the first step as the Master Emerald spoke to his mind. 'This ancient monument was once the home of ancient civilizations who built their lives upon the strength of their Guardiens and the speed of their messengers...This ancient civilization had fought viciously over the right to claim the Mythical Shoes of Mercury and the Legendary Fists of Posedion. Many wars were waged for sole possession of the two, but neither side had been able to best each other.' Michael picked his ear some, hardly understanding what the Master Emerald was talking about, except for the shoes and the fists.


"So, what happened to them? Did they just kill their existence off the earth or something?"


'Patience, Michael, patience...It took the courage and bravery of two individuals to calm the fighting which had lasted centuries...These two were of each others tribe, but they did not share a hatred for each other like the rest of their people did; They respected and cared for each other, making a vow to never break their friendship and to do whatever they could to bring their tribes back to normal living...Though the task was, seemingly, impossible, the two set off to end the war and bring peace back to their civilization...'


Michael nodded his head, still not understanding anything beyone the shoes and fists. "Ok, let me get this straight...These two kids decide that they wanna be big heros and end their families war over possession of the ancient fists and shoes, right?"


'You are half correct, Michael, but there is still nuch for you to hear...It was only years later that the truth finally set in to the boys that their efforts would not be enough...Five years after their struggle to bring peace, the two were burnt at the stake and their bodies were refused burial...However, the ancient spirits were touched by the two boys heart and selfless pursuit of peace, and their bodies were covered in down. Only those who had the same pursuit of peace and love for one another could see the down on their bodies, everyone else only sees the skeletons of their former self...'


"So, their efforts prooved to be in vain and the war raged on, right?"


'You are eager to find Tikal...It is easy to sense your passion and desire to free your love. Such pursuit of the ones we love rarely exists today......No, their deaths were not in vain, for the spirits were enraged at the boys' cruel fate delivered by their own families...Therefore, in a vicious snowstorm that lasted over 2 years, the bodies of all the tribespeople were buried under the crushing weight of the snow, never to be seen again...However, the spirits chose those who would remain to replenish their civilization...These were your ancestors...'


Michael started to, actually, understand the tale slightly. "Wow, so the spirits decided to punish those who had burnt those two kids up by burying them underneath two years worth of snow."


'I require your patience for only a short more while...soon all the answers shall be revealed to you, Michael......Over time, the ancient artifacts were forgotten and replaced by numerous vulgar translations of the fate of those ancient civilizations...Yet, there were a select few who still held dear to the roots of the past...and these were the ones who would rediscover the ancient artifacts and bring life back into them...This is where your patience is most needed, Michael, as I will reveal to you why this has any significance to you...'


Michael sat up and awaited to hear what the Master Emerald would reveal to him.


'When Sonic and Amy were engaged and Amy gave birth to you, did you, by chance, notice anything inparticular about your speed?' Michael replied with a "No." 'I figured this, so here is why this is so important to your being here...When you were five years old, you raced your father through Station Square, the challenge brought by your father, Sonic, and won by you, Michael...*(Read The History of Michael) Well, there is a reason why you defeated your father, supposedly the fastest thing alive, in a face...Look at your shoes...'


Michael looked at his shoes and noticed only their plain white texture, not realizing what the Emerald meant.


'Look closely at them...then all will be made clear, Michael...'


Michael took one of his shoes off and examined every part of it, finding nothing but more Braille on the heel of the shoe.


"Whats Braille got to do with the shoes being important?"


'Read the inscription, Michael, and everything will be made clear to you...'


Michael could barely read the Braille letters, but managed to decipher the letters M, C, and Y. "So? Whats those letters got todo with it?"


'Still not willing to accept the truth...very well then, I shall reveal the remaining letters for you, Michael...'


Michael suddenly felt his eyes open up as the rest of the Braille text read like a book with 72-Font.


"Its...its not............can it be that..........These are..."


'The ancient shoes of Mercury, Michael, are what you hold in your hand...'


End Ch 12


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