Hello my name is Nicki I am 15 years old and my story starts back on Earth. It was a

warm day, and I was outside my house lying in the grass. There was a gentle breeze and

flowers were blooming. All were signs of Spring, the best season ever. Once I saw the

weather I just had to go outside. That and my brother Mike and I go into another fight. I

never did have a good relationship with my brother. I never have. We were polar

opposites and never got along. We used to tolerate each other but that was when my

mom was around. She always kept the peace between us. But once she died my family

was never the same. And I know I would never be the same either. Because when we

visited the hospital the day before she died she asked to speak to me alone. I will

always remember what she said.


"Nicki I have something very important to tell you."

"Mom why didn't you want Mike or dad to hear this."

"This has to be between you and me... I don't have much time left."


"Nicki we both know my time is coming and i believe it is time to tell you the truth."

"What truth?"

"Listen to every word I say very carefully"


"Remember how you grew up much differently than the rest of the children."

It was true by kindergarten I already knew how to read, wright, do simple

multiplication, and some division. I would even "borrow" tools from the custodians tool

box and make small toys.

"Yes I remember"

"Nicki, you are not the same as regular kids, you may not be able to understand what I'm

about to say now but one day you will. Would you bring me my mother's box."

My grandmothers box was my mother's prized possession. It was a beautifully hand

carven wooden box about the size of a loaf of bread. It also had a lock that I could never

manage to pick. She took that box everywhere. When I would ask her what was in it she

would always say " You will figure out when you are older Nicki." Even my brother was

curious to see what was inside. No matter how hard we tried to get her to tell us what

was inside she would never crack.

She then grabbed the locket around her neck and opened it to reveal a small gold key. I

couldn't believe it, after 14 years of wondering I would finally be able to see what was

inside. I watched in anticipation as she put the key in and slowly twisted it until I heard a click. She then lifted the lid and the box creaked open. And when I looked inside there was velvet lining and... Nothing else.

"Mom why is there nothing inside?"

"There is something inside. I'm just not done yet."

Then she slowly reached for the pair of scissors on her bedside table. She then picked them up and cut a few slits in the velvet big enough for a hand to fit in. Then she reached inside and pulled out a secret compartment. She picked up two items from the secret compartment and then held up the first item. It looked like a piece of rough quartz and was about the size of a fist. I gazed at the stone and finally asked...

"What is it? It looks like a regular piece of quartz."

"It is not quartz and this stone is very important, never lose it"

She then placed it in my hand, and before I could ask any more questions she pulled out the next item. This one was a very beautiful pendent. It had a crescent moon with a sun attached of it and looked like it was made of pure gold.

"It's beautiful"

"Yes it is, Nicki do not show either of these things to anyone not even to Mike or Richard (my dad) the longer you keep these hidden the more time you will have to prepare."

"Wait! If there so important why are you giving them to me? And why can't you just destroy them if no one is supposed to see them!"

Mom let out a soft chuckle the kind that made me think I said something completely stupid.

"I'm leaving them with you because I am not going to be around much longer, the only other person to keep these safe is you. And even if you tried you couldn't destroy them you couldn't and these are going to be one of your only sources of protection in the future."

"What protection, why would I need protection?"

"You will find out."


It was the only thing i managed to say before tears started creeping down my cheeks.

Then suddenly my mom lurched forward obviously in pain. She looked up at me and her eyes turned grey. My heart sank. "NO MOM STAY WITH ME!" Then an ear shattering alarm went off. I quickly hid my new treasures before medics came rushing in. And as they shoved me out I screamed.


I don't remember much after that. I remember they called later that night and said she had died during surgery. I know there was no funeral because she wanted to be cremated after she died. The house went quiet for weeks. Some nights I would look at the two items she gave me and wonder if she was telling the truth. Am I really that important ? What makes me so important? What does she mean by "not like everyone else? "Does my future really depend on this stone and pendent... It couldn't, she was on a lot of medicine at the time she couldn't have known what she was saying.

So instead of asking questions I couldn't answer one day I tried something out. One day I went into the garage while Mike and dad were at football practice. I brought the stone and pendent with me. I picked the lock on my dad's old tool chest and grabbed a hammer. I remembered how she said they couldn't be destroyed. If either of them broke I would get at least one answer. So, I placed the stone on the ground. And thought to myself if this was the right thing to do. If the stone were to break I would be going against my mom's last wishes... No! I have to know, and this is the only way I could find out. So I slowly raised the hammer as high as I could make it go and forced it down with all the strength I had. As soon as it made impact sparks flew everywhere and a shock wave came out with such force that it blew me back into the garage door. I was winded but forced myself up to look at the rock. It sparked awhile and then went out. I ran over and checked, then to my surprise there was not a single scratch on the stone. I tried the same thing with the pendent. The only difference was the pendent let out a ring of fire that burned my hand. Once I recovered from the shock of it all I picked them both up and held them close and said the only word I could think of...Mom. Then from that day on I always carried those items with me and kept them well hidden. Because now I fully believed what my mom said. And if they were going to protect me from whatever my mom was talking about I needed them with me. And I was right to do that because that little experiment of mine would get the attention of an evil scientist from another world.

Back to the present

I then woke up to the sound of a dog barking. I must have fallen asleep in the grass. The sun was still high so I wasn't out for that long. I heard the bark again it was my dog Tails. He was a shaggy black mutt that we found abandoned on farm several years ago. When my dad said we could keep him I decided to name him Tails after one of my favorite sonic characters. Tails was a very good dog very overprotective but good. He would always growl and try to bite neighbors if they got within 10 feet of me. But we had to keep him confined in a fence outside or one of the neighbors would press charges walked over gave him a pat on the head smiled and said "thanks for waking me up boy" Then, headed back to the house.

Since it was still nice out I decided to spend the rest of the day outside, I wanted to get stuff from my room to bring out first though. When I got to the door I slowly opened it and peaked my head in hoping Mike and dad already left for football practice. I said a cautious "Hello?"... When no one answered I knew I was in the clear. So I rushed to my room. And pulled up a section of my wood floor where I hid my things that Mike would burn on sight. And I swear he would have burst into flames if he saw my stash. It had everything that he hated. Graphic novels, comics, books, my iPod, video games, fan art, tools, my bow and arrow, and not to mention my pendent and stone. So I grabbed them, a handful of sonic comics and my iPod. And stuffed them all into a small back pack. I looked back at the bow and arrow and thought "I could use some target practice, It has been a while since I used them." So I put the bow and arrows securely on my belt. Then I ran back outside. And walked to the meadow where I used to do target practice. It was about a half a mile walk but once I got there I was surprised to see my targets were still up. You see I have shot arrows ever since I could walk. My mom taught me how when I was very little. And she even set up these targets for m. But I haven't even touched my bow since my mom died. I guess my bow reminded me of her, and for me it was still painful to think about mom. But today I was feeling strong.

I walked over and inspected the targets, and they were still in great condition. I went about 20 feet back and strung an arrow, pulled it back to my cheek, aimed, and fired. Damn! I was off the center by a couple of inches, my vision hadn't gotten any better since I shot last. I shot another one and hit the first ring away from the center. I strung one more and... YES Bulls eye! I tried it again and another bulls eye! I guess today was a good day! I kept on moving back and repeated the process until I was about 60 feet away.

I soon realized the sun was setting. That's when I decided to take a break and read some comics before I went back home. When I reached in first thing I pulled out was the pendent. I smiled and though since no one was around I could probably hold on to it. But I swore I put that thing at bottom of the bag. I reached in again I pulled out one of my favorite comics, sonic comic issue #183. I started to read it when I heard voices coming from the forest. It could be just some hikers so I decided to ignore them and kept on reading.

The end was the reason it was my favorite comic because it had one of the best villains in it Dr. Finitevus! To me he was a very interesting character that no matter how much you read you never knew enough about him. I finished a couple minutes later, and my mind started to wonder what it would be like to live on Mobius."Augh!". Those voices came up again, in fact they got louder. Which meant got closer. It sounded like they were arguing. I closed my eyes and focused all of my hearing to the conversation and started tuning them in, like a radio. So what if it was eavesdropping I did this in school all the time! But attention turned to the conversation when I could start to make out what they were saying.

"I think that's the person he was talking about." "Are you sure, he'll have our heads if we waste his time and bring back the wrong one!" "Well its not my fault Dr. Creepy Von Evil was so vague about explaining who we're looking for!"

Dr. creepy von evil? Just as I thought it's just some of the neighborhood jerks are trying to scare me. Everyone knew that I liked the Sonic comics and loved to pick on me about it. They should know by now that it's not a good idea to make fun of a girl that's armed. But I was not going to give them the satisfaction with a reaction. So I tried to ignore them. But my curiosity got the better of me and I kept listening.

"Is it her or not!" " I CANT TELL ALL OVERLANDERS LOOK ALIKE!". "Shhhh! Be quiet or she'll hear us"... "Well it's not my fault for being frustrated after a long day of looking for a lost cause!" "No that is definitely who he was talking about I feel a strong power radiating from her." Heh heh heh the girley, swirley, pearley is coming this way."

He was right, I had heard just about enough and couldn't take it anymore. I'm not going to let some jerk try to scare and let them think a bunch of trees was going to stop me from punching their faces in. So I decided to go teach them a lesson. When I was about a few steps away from the forest I realized 3 things.

1. Everything was silent, there was no dogs barking, no birds chirping, there wasnt even any wind.

2. The neighborhood bullies never tried to scare me they just picked on me up front. And they never even read a sonic comic so how did they know some of the names and personalities?

3. And last the pendent (which I still had in my hand) started to burn.

I looked down at my pendent. It was glowing like metal just pulled out of a fire. My instincts, and every bone in my body was screaming one thing.


As soon as that all I bolted a prickly green ball blasted out of the trees. I barely dodged it and fell down. And got up just in time to see a familiar smug looking green hedgehog. He had red shades perched on top of his head he wore a black leather jacket with flames on the arms, he had green/ black shoes, and had 2 nasty looking scars across his chest. I watched in horror as A sinister smile appeared as he called out to his team mates and said.

"Hey guys come on out for some fun!"