Sonic Oneshots

Descend

  What's this, an update?

  Yes, I finally updated. I had an urge to write something and a study hall period, so I did. It's a little bit different than what I usually write, but I like it, and I hope you do too!

  Just a note, if it's written weird or there are some mistakes, I was in immense pain while writing this, so it was a little hard to focus.

  Anyway, this chapter's around 1350 words, so it's a bit longer than my other oneshots, I hope you enjoy it!

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  He felt the grass brush up against his fur, and the dirt situated below his feet. He watched as the colors playfully swirled above him, curling in on themselves, and mixing with the others. At a closer look, he realized that the colors were simply whites, grays, and blues, but he still couldn't shake the thought swirling hues, almost as if mixing thin paints.

  This was his creation, why hadn't he ever looked closer at it? He was the one behind all of this beauty, or half of it, at least. He turned his head to observe the blossoming flowers sprouting in the grass, most concentrated around him, however.

  He tried to stand up, as wobbly and weak as his legs felt, just to be met with an unfamiliar stinging in his legs, and arms, and just his entire body. Pain, he realized. Though he didn't usually feel it himself, he knew, though all he could go off of were the recounts of stories from the citizens of the mortal realm.

  He knew that he picked his vessel carefully, how could it have been damaged? He picked a durable soul, a heroic soul, one with supposedly unrivaled power. He sighed, and stood calmly,closing his eyes, feeling, reveling even, in the slow breaths of the planet, the beating of the world's heart, and the whispers of all life. He let his vessel's wounds heal, and fluttered his eyes open. His eyes were a bright emerald green, and looked as if he could take on the world with hardly any difficulty. They were both extremely soft and caring, but also sharp and dangerous.

  He stood confidently now, no hesitation in his form at all. The vessel's fur, once a scraggly navy, was now washed a sparkling ocean blue. He was surprised, the most heroic in his world was treated so badly. It didn't make sense. Either way, his vessel, known to the world as Maurice, is helping for the greater good. To this world, Maurice would take on his god's name. He would now be known as Sonic. Sonic the hedgehog.

  Sonic didn't quite know why he left his realm, he just felt a pull to descend for a peculiar reason. He supposed that it may have something to do with how his counterpart, the god of death, recently found himself a vessel to traverse the mortal realm. He didn't understand why that would matter to him, while the god was generally happy, he didn't feel strongly positive or negative with the god of death. Granted, they hadn't really talk in centuries, they just keep to themselves.

  Though he didn't really know why he even came to the mortal realm, he decided to search. Maybe he's know why if he found the god of death, and asked why he decided to descend.

  He knew his vessel was quicker than the average hedgehog, but he was still nowhere near as quick as the god. The god could run quick as sound, and if given enough energy, quick as light itself. He sped up, running along the vast plains, and into an intricate, woven forest, dark, yet compelling. Every step his bare feet touch, flowers sprout in place, life blooming where he would travel, and birds chirping when they saw him pass. He was beloved by the creations that remembered him, but hardly any did anymore.

  Yet, he was fine with that. Being in the limelight, while enjoyable, got exhausting. He finally began to understand why the god of death preferred staying tucked away, doing his job quietly. He now preferred to pull the strings silently, doing his job in secret. It was fun to see what his creations could do without them depending on the gods. Though, he guessed that now, with him interacting with the mortal realm directly, and gracing it with his presence, he wasn't really working behind the scenes anymore. Granted, neither was the god of death, to be truthful, because he had also found a vessel and descended.

  He kept running, determined to find the god of death and ask his reason. He didn't have to run far before catching the distinct trail of his counterpart. He swiftly changed directions, running for what felt like forever, before ending up in a clearing.

  The clearing was to be considered beautiful, for it was exactly what Sonic had imagined his creation to look like. It looked almost mystical, with bright splashed of color about, and crystal clear flowing water. While he was sure it didn't look near as beautiful to his creations, it was still a spot of great emotion.

  The colors started swirling again, playfully jumping through the air and onto the grass and branches. He felt like he was flying with them, soaring joyfully throughout his world. The colors couldn't have been real, he knew, they might have just been a feeling, a blanket of joy. Despite this, Sonic knew he loved the sensation.

  Suddenly, the colors stopped, replaced by dim blues, grays, and black, and Sonic knew he had found what he was looking for. The darkness wasn't really upsetting or annoying, while it felt less joyful than the previous bright swirls, these provided him with a sense of mellow comfort. He didn't understand why, but he began to follow them, he didn't even know what they were, but they felt important.

  Then he was there, and he knew why the dark swirls felt so important. He saw him, the person he was looking for.

  The god of death sat in front of him, legs crossed and eyes sharp. The other held a book in his ungloved hands, with his back pushed firmly against a tree trunk. He stared right at Sonic, knowing immediately who he was, before he spoke up.

  "It's been awhile, Sonic." His voice was smooth, Sonic observed as the other places his book to the side and sat up.

  His dark quills shifted slightly as he stood, his posture strong. The god's vessel was noticeably similar to his usual appearance, intimidating, yet calm.

  "It has, hasn't it, Shadow?" Sonic's voice was chipper and bright, though he knew it was audibly tense, as it had been awhile since they spoke.

  Shadow didn't speak for a while, before finally responding, "I thought you didn't want to see me? We are polar opposites." Shadow noticeably dulled as he spoke.

  Sonic then realized that the reason Shadow had descended wasn't necessarily important. That wasn't why he was here. He did recall saying something like that a millennium ago, and he realized that wasn't what he wanted.

  He needed to fix his mistake, after all, he didn't want this distance between them anymore. They had changed over the years, Sonic from being perfectionistic, and Shadow from being dark and cruel. They had changed, he knew, so why must this bitter relationship continue?

  Sonic took a harsh breath inward, closed his eyes, and took a step forward. Then he spoke.

  "I wish to apologize. We've changed, and I don't want to hold on to past grudges."

  Sonic felt warmer, happier even, now that he said this, but soon a feeling of drudging anxiety seeped through his pores. He was afraid of how the other would respond.

  Shadow looked at Sonic, and stayed silent for a few moments, but then smiling softly. It was a sincere smile that one wouldn't expect to see on a god of death, and it seemed to spread warmth to the remaining area.

  "That would be great. Thank you." Shadow smiles with true joy, and more flowers noticeably bloomed around the two.

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  I hope you enjoyed this, and I know, this has been my first update in a long while, but I haven't really been in a place to write much.

  Anyway, bye for now!