Sonic and the Harmony of Chaos

Chapter 3

Sonic and The Harmony of Chaos

Ch. 3

By: Cutegirlmayra (Hey guys! I'm trying to write my stories like I did in the old days, but it's hard because I enjoy the new way I create them now. It's really coming together but I keep getting new ideas and ahhhh plot structuring! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story and find it delightfully EDGEY. Ohhhhh, the ending quote though! DANNNNNG That's it for this chapter, stay tuned for what happens next! Will Harmony reach out to Chaos? Will a battle unfold? And I know it's yucky, but hopefully no more talk of fluids and organs, okay? Lololol Till next time, stay tuned! EDITED: Yeah, I'm combining chapters and getting this ready to update, so as always, I'm working hard and hoping you're staying tuned!~)

The sun began to settle its hovering speed just above the bumpy, green horizon line. The terra was littered with patches of brown and slathered with a damp dewiness from the flying waterdrops off the coast of the sea. Tails's house remained half in light and half in slanted shadows, a piece of wood creaked slightly as Knuckles and Tails stepped outside by the twirling watermill, laid on its side instead of upwards and rotating. It was his personal energy source, with the sea winds always beating against the shoreline's cliffs, he was never in shortage of power. They leaned against his wooden signpost which he never truly did finish, meant to state whose house this was, but it became common knowledge after a time of living exclusively in the area. To Tails, the home was more like an observatory and workplace than a real abode. It held a library, garage, bedroom, and all that, but it was mostly to keep him working. For Tails, though, that was enough to call it one. His friends would visit as they passed by, and that would make it more special than anything else. Knuckles finally repositioned himself with a sigh, sitting on the cobble of the small wall that surrounded the interesting watermill, designed to lay flat down and rotate instead of up and spinning like it was supposed to. Staring at a figure with his emerald green eyes, Chaos fixated on the sun while Knuckles observed him. His arms folded, standing regally against the wet spray of wind that lightly drizzled the ground beneath him, the water sparkled at Chaos's liquid feet beneath him. The effect created a beautiful array of colors that shone like a glittering rainbow. This momentarily distracted Chaos as he looked down, his eyes softening into one of great sorrow at the beautiful colors that reminded him of times lost long ago...

Who was he grieving for?

"He's been acting strange all day, since this morning." Knuckles relaxed back, gesturing with a gloved hand to Chaos for Tails to see. The movement did catch Tails's attention, and he turned his head to Knuckles.

"A little odd that he suddenly took an interest in seeing the world." Tails stated lightly, just making small talk, but knowing full well this meant something was happening.

Something that spelled out adventure, most definitely upon that morning's horizon.

Knuckles shrugged, "He takes no interest in the Chaos Emeralds, so I'm not all that bothered anymore." He seemed unusually unfazed now by Chaos's actions, "As long as he's not rampaging and sending others into the Twilight Cage, I'm good." He rubbed under his nose, seeming almost apathetic, not wanting to burn his brain trying to understand the strange God of Destruction's reasoning.

"I can't relate to that, to be honest." Tails looked down, his twin tails flicking in rapid thoughts. "Why would anyone want to destroy the world? It's so..." he looked up and started walking a bit down the hill from his house. "Beautiful..."

The sky almost opened up with a shining spotlight as though on cue, the oncoming sunset caught Tails as he smiled at its agreement to prove his words true. Knuckles looked up, glazing his eyes over the long, sleek blanket of faded rays that draped across the once-bluish sky. Now, it was a golden orange, with yellows and reds to contrast each other as the descending sun bowed its massive head.