The Darkened Past

Well here’s the next chapter all written out and ready for you. The next chapter is already being typed out so it should not be too long until Chapter 5 is out.


Thanks to:

Turbotails23 – I’ll get on the changes in the future when a bit more of this fic has been developed, going back now and redoing it would stall me. But I will keep that in mind, enjoy the chapter

Summery: A recount of how Tail’s met Sonic but with many darker themes, for surviving in a world that hates you it is only the beginning for a lot of darker intentions… This will be a darker than normal fic Pairings later, Warnings on each chapter

Disclaimer: Don’t own Sonic or any of the characters only the plot I have delved into


The darkened past
Chapter 4: Anxiety
If I loose my path, will I loose my way?

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Central City of Forested, Just before Sunrise…


Sometimes when he looked at other Mobians he felt very much slighted at their simplicity. Emotions ruled them while they forced down their instincts, hating that which they did not understand and fearing what was unknown. His ears lay back against his head brows furrowed.


They feared and hated him with all the emotions that they could handle. At first glance he looked very much like a normal fox but the colouring of his fur, eyes and his twin tails told another story. His namesakes swayed back and forth behind him slowly while the white tips barely brushed the ground each time they lowered.


Most foxes fur was actually dark in nature, a sure sign of their predatory natures as had been shown by his pursuers a day or so ago. No matter how much they held back their inner natures. Legs dangled over the edge of the building from where he sat on the edge, the distance to the ground not fazing him in the least.


But the creatures he had come across the other day had been unexpected, never had he guessed he would find the purest beings that were only known in myth and legend. The beings of chaos created in the beginning of time to balance the darkness and light, that is what they were and he should know his fur had been on edge most of the time he had been around the innocent creatures. Eyelids slipped over blue eyes as he leaned his head back, the light wind cool on his skin.


Though when he though back on it, he may have found the colony due to his more feral nature, his instincts more or less controlled him saving his hide many a time the other tried to kill and maim him. Though the glowing rock shaped like an oversized emerald had something to do with it, glowing softly with a bluish hue. For when I found this Emerald the energy it gave off seemed to interact with something inside me, it was strange but I felt the safest I have ever been. Breathing deeply in he let it out in a slow breath hands braced behind him to hold his weight as he opened his eyes once more.


The others he had noticed wore clothing over their furred bodies, even though all Mobians were given natural coverings of fur most still tired to cover up their true selves. He found it painful to know he was one of the few that still held onto his natural roots by not wearing constraining clothing. Looking over towards the horizon he could see the sky lighten, the sun beginning to rise and was taken away by the beauty of it. For a long couple of seconds his thoughts went still as he took in the breathtaking sight of the rise of the day.


He wondered sometimes what his parents would have been like, even his siblings as fox/Kitsune families always had a large bunch of children at any one time so no-one was ever left alone. But the only thing he could remember was the sound of a figure singing, a cold tear that dripped down his cheek and then being alone with the fear and hatred of all around him. Sighing he looked towards the ground as the early risers began to do their normal everyday jobs and routines.


He knew he was not from around these parts or even part of the islands at all, the reason he knew this is that he had listened to a couple of adults speaking of him being washed up upon the shores and no-one wanting to adopt the ‘cursed’ young child. In-fact the reason they fear me? All because of a prophecy that they have hidden within the ruins in the temple at the centre of the island. His ears drooped as his eyes dropped to his lap, his tails stilled almost completely still twitching slightly as they lay against the ground.


I know one day I will steal that prophecy and find out what it reads, with only vague clues from the conversations of the adults I know that it originated from the people of the Echidna’s a lost civilisation that I am beginning to suspect exists or did exist. In-fact from my research the fabled ‘Floating Island’ may be where the prophecy originated. His lips tightened as his brow furrowed his thoughts turning faster every moment as he start6ed to place facts into their proper positions.


If this is so then most likely someone stole the scroll and brought it to the island. If this is so then someone may have orchestrated the whole scenario, the scroll finding its way here, the death of my kind and my abandonment on this island to the cruel Mobians within. His reflex to this news was a slight clenching of his hands against the stone of the roof, leaving furrows where his claws had dug in showing the strength he kept hidden.


The truth? I am terrified out of my mind, I have been for years ever since I had been driven out of company of my own species. It hurts to be alone, hated for something you can’t control. ‘Monster’ they call me ‘Freak’ it hits me deep inside and I’ve always hoped someone would say a kind word or give me a friendly glance. But my hopes are fading, slowly I loose courage that I have within and that terrifies me all the more. I just hope that I can keep going or I really will end up dead one day. Shaking his head he gets up, his tails giving him easy balance on the edge as he stared downwards at the Mobians on the ground before turning away and beginning to walk over to the stairway to get to the ground, his ears still laid agents his head.


Sometimes I do wonder why I try. Why my inner light dies a little more each day…


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End Chapter 3

Well hope you enjoyed that.

I need help with something else:
I need to know the ages of any characters you can think of, especially Knuckles, Sonic, Amy, Robotnik and many others. Main reason I’m typing out two other story’s one from Sonic’s beginning and the other from Knuckle’s (Which won’t come in until I get to the Angel Island arc)

Also I need to know what was Robotnik’s name before he turned evil? What was Sonic’s home before he became the supersonic hero he is? Lol appreciated!