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Key

“blah” denotes mental thoughts/speeches

“blah” denotes higher beings/gods speeches/articles

“pmyr” denotes Parseltongue

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Year 2196

“Are we almost there, Blaze?” Asked a tired, yet childish male voice. “Yes, Silver, for the last time, we’ll be there shortly.” Snapped an irritated female voice. Two figures were on hover bikes as they drove through the desert, their destination was an abandoned city that once housed the infamous Sonic the Hedgehog and his friends.

Blaze was a young female cat mobain with light lavender fur, and dark purple ended at the tip of her long tail, and bright amber eyes. She wore a white feathered cuff-linked dark purple red trimmed trench coat, white gloves; white feathers surrounded the cuff-links of her silver buckled dark red boots, a golden amulet and a red jewel in the middle of her forehead.

She had a set of tan goggles protecting her eyes from the whipping sand and a thick scarf wrapping around most of her face; also being protected by the whipping sand. She was about eighteen summers.

Silver, on the other hand was a young silver hedgehog with wavy quills and a tuft of white fur on his chest. This new hedgehog wore knee high gold trimmed black boots that had dark blue tips, and gold trimmed white gloves that had eerie blue symbols on them. Like Blaze, he wore goggles and a scarf to protect his eyes and face from the whipping sand as they drove through the desert for the last three days.

“I see something!” Silver said eagerly, as something caught his eye within the distance. About ten minutes later, the two arrived at a faded sign. Blaze stepped momentarily off of her bike and rubbed away some of the sand from the sign with her gloves and the sign read in big faded black letters:

WELCOME TO WESTOPOLIS

1 ½ MILES

Blaze smiled faintly. “Good, we should be there in about an hour,” she turned to her younger companion; who was fourteen. “Think you can handle it a little while longer?” She asked gently. Silver nodded, eager to find their target. “Yeah, I believe I can.” He said quietly. “Good, now let’s head out.” She climbed back onto her hover bike and they drove on ahead into what was left of Westopolis.

As they drove into and through the abandoned city, Silver couldn’t help but comment; “What happened to cause all of this?” He wondered sadly. Blaze sighed. “Look Silver, we’ll find out once we can find GUN’s headquarters,” she explained over her shoulder. “There should still be some data left in their computers!”

Oh.

It took nearly two hours to find the building, seeing as Westopolis was quite large; despite the fact that most of the city was buried under sand. Those that weren’t, were located deep within the heart of Westopolis. They parked their bikes outside a semi-ruined building that had a large silver circle with a “G” imprinted in the middle. “This has to be it,” Silver commented as they got off their hover bikes. “Let’s just hope there’s no security bots,” Blaze said grimly. The two inched towards the door and Blaze pressed her hand to the door, and to their amazement, it slid open without a problem.

And Blaze grew suspicious.

The two started walking down the hallways, noting the thick layers of dust and overturned furniture. Blaze looked down at the micro-mini computer she had attached to her wrist, and was currently looking at a map of GUN Headquarters. “Alright, the computer room should be right through that door.” She pointed to a door to their left which remained firmly locked.

“Got it,” Silver said with a smirk. He flexed his hands before holding them both out, the symbols on his gloves pulsing with a pale blue glow. The cracks in the door began glowing the same pale blue, before it started to slide open. Blaze was concerned when she saw Silver panting and sweating from the strain of telekinetically opening the heavy metal door.

Finally, the door had opened, and Silver fell to one knee, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?” She asked gently. He waved her off. “Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he gave her a cheesy smile, despite being exhausted. She helped him to his feet and they slowly made their way into the room. Silver sneezed heavily from the thick dusty air as Blaze helped him to a seat, so that he could rest for awhile. The room was huge with a number of computers, various machines and screens filled the room.

And sitting right in the middle of the room was a large cryogenic pod with smaller various machines hooked up to it. The machines that surrounded the pod looked to be life support machines. Resting at the edge of the pod was a strange symbol that took Silver a few minutes to recognize as the Project Shadow crest. Blaze walked up to the main computer and sat at the dusty chair; ignoring the dust that was now staining her clothing, she flexed her hands. “Alright, let me work my magic.” She said with a smirk, and began typing at an alarming rate. After awhile, the screen came to a life and file after file began displaying itself on screen.

“Check this out,” she said softly.

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The G.U.N. Base Data Files

1996-08-28

It’s hard to believe that a child, barely sixteen, had saved the entire planet from those horrible black aliens by sacrificing his life. Were we, the once proud G.U.N. really so wrong in wanting to execute him?

:Sigh:

It is far too late for that now. Harry James Potter had given his life so that Earth may live, and I know that we will never forget his ultimate sacrifice. And Harry, I am sorry for everything that I have done to you.

Commander Stryfe

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“Woah, an ordinary kid saved this entire planet?” Silver asked in amazement. “Yes, by making the ultimate sacrifice.” Blaze whispered. “He gave up his life for this planet.” Silver frowned. “What about finding out what happened that would’ve caused half of Earth to die?” He asked sharply, getting up to stand behind her. “Let me check,” she typed a few more commands. “Here we go.” And a new file popped up, and unfortunately, it was the very last file that was in the G.U.N. computers.

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The G.U.N. Base Data Files

1997-04-15

How could we not have foreseen this?!

Somehow the black aliens returned and so had their leader; Black Doom. G.U.N. didn’t stand a chance against them as they had gotten much stronger from the last invasion. Sadly, reports from all over the world showed signs of the invasion growing worse. We are loosing badly against them, and casualty reports are rising with each passing day. Soon the human race will be extinguished and we will cease to exist.

1997-06-13

I have just gotten a report from England.

I’ve been told by the Minister of England as well as the man known as Albus Dumbledore, that one Sonic the Hedgehog along with his friends, had been brutally killed by the black aliens and Black Doom.

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“So that’s how…” Silver whispered. “The Black Arms recovered from their previous attack, and attacked Earth with no problems.” He continued, clenching his fists tightly as everything began to come together. “And with Sonic’s death came the rest of mankind,” Blaze said bitterly. Silver frowned. “Hold it, if Shadow, or Harry died two hundred years ago…then who’s in the pod over there?” He asked suspiciously, pointing to the pod behind them. Blaze frowned, also suspicious.

“I’m not sure…”

Huh?

Suddenly, the computer screen went blank and in bright green lettering, words began typing themselves out. “What the hell—?!” Silver gasped. “What’s going on here?!” Blaze demanded.

Do you wish to change your past?

Blaze and Silver exchanged looks. “Of course we do!” Silver snapped. “This is in no way a future fit for anyone!” Blaze growled. Almost three-fourth’s of the human race was dead and in hiding from the overwhelming population of the Black Arms that now occupied Earth.

Very well. There is a way to change the past for a better future. Do you see the pod before you?

“Yes. What are we supposed to do?” Silver asked, confusion echoing in his childish voice. Blaze sighed. “We’re about to find out, you knuckle head!” She snapped, bopping him on the head.

By using a Chaos Emerald and the password ‘Maria’, you will be able to revive the Ultimate Life Form who sleeps within that pod. However…

Silver glanced at the pod with wide eyes. The Ultimate Life Form? Then that means… His mind trailed off in shock. Blaze scowled. “I knew it,” she grumbled. “I knew there was a hidden meaning to this.”

If Sonic does not figure out who the Ultimate Life Form is within one mortal year after awakening, then the Ultimate Life Form’s soul is forfeit and belongs to us……Do we have a deal?

Blaze sighed heavily. It wasn’t like they had much of a choice, now did they? “We’ll do it.” She said dully. The computer then went completely dead and the two now focused on the cryogenic pod that occupied the room. “We might as well get this over with.” She said finally.

“Right.”

Silver removed the deep blue Chaos Emerald, the only one the rebels actually had after stealing it from the Black Arms, and inserted the emerald into the keyhole, which was just big enough for the emerald. The lights came on behind the pod, showing signs of awakening. Blaze typed in ‘Maria’ into the computer and the two stepped back as the pod slid open, and a smoky condensation drifted out. A soft moan was emitted from the smoky condensation, and a delicate white gloved hand reached out. Silver stepped forward, and grasped the delicate hand and helped the being inside up.

It was a boy about five-foot five with shoulder length snow white hair; that was slightly curly and wavy that framed a cherubic face, milky white skin; as if he had never seen the sun, a cute button nose and pouty pale pink lips. Strangely enough his eyes were a very light shade of gray while the pupil was a slightly darker shade.

He was blind.

“Where…?” He rasped, in a raspy yet low and musical tone. “It’s okay, Harry,” Blaze assured gently. He looked up with sharp eyes in her direction. “Who are you?” He asked warily. Blaze took his hands, and gently removed the white gloves and allowed his smooth hands to brush against her soft lavender fur. “My name is Blaze, Harry,” Harry jumped at feeling her fur. Then Blaze gestured for Silver to come over, and allowed Harry’s smooth hands to brush against Silver’s own silvery fur. “And this is Silver.” She continued.

“I’m blind…aren’t I?” Harry asked after awhile. The two exchanged unreadable looks. “Yes, Harry. And we’re sorry.” Blaze said gently. The air felt different to the now blind teenager. “It’s the year twenty-one ninety-six. More than two hundred years from your own time line.” Silver said weakly.

WHAT—?!

“Look, we don’t have much time before a bunch of Black Hawks and Black Warriors show up, but Harry,” Harry froze when Blaze mentioned the Black Arms. “You’re our only hope in changing our future. And to do so, we have to go back to nineteen ninety-six.”

Harry was silent.

“Alright, I’ll help.”

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