Martina Bustos was twenty-two when her quiet New York life changed forever. She had just opened the Cloudy Café-a dream made of cinnamon air and clinking mugs. It was meant to be her safe place.
One stormy night, a rustle in the alley led her to a damp box. Inside curled a small blue creature-quills trembling, emerald eyes wide with fear. Not an ordinary hedgehog. Martina acted on instinct, carrying him inside, wrapping him in a towel, soothing him until he stopped shaking.
In the days that followed, she fed and comforted him, watching his stubborn, mischievous spirit grow. Beneath the chaos was a fiercely loyal heart. She named him Sonic and raised him as her son-reading to him, baking for him, laughing as he shot through the café like a tiny blue comet. He clung to her during storms and called her Mom. For the first time, he truly belonged.
But peace never lasts.
On his sixth birthday, as candles flickered, the air split open. A golden portal appeared, humming with ancient power. Sonic screamed as it pulled him in, small hands gripping hers. She held on-but the force was merciless. Their fingers slipped. He vanished in a flash.
Unbeknownst to Martina, Sonic had returned to Mobius, his true world. There he was no stray child but the eldest triplet of Queen Aleena. The Oracle had foretold that Sonic, Sonia, and Manic would defeat Robotnik, so Aleena scattered her children to keep them safe. Fate sent Sonic even farther-into Martina's care-giving him a childhood Aleena never could.
The prophecy was fulfilled; Robotnik fell. But Sonic refused the throne, craving freedom over royalty. When Robotnik returned, Aleena demanded unity. Sonia obeyed, Manic hesitated, but Sonic defied her and cast the crown aside.
Hardened, Aleena ordered his siblings to bring him back by force.
Nine years later, at fifteen, Sonic forged his own destiny. With his chosen family-Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Shadow, Silver, Blaze, Rouge, and others-he became one of Mobius's greatest defenders