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Sonic High Ch. 1: The Mirror
It was a bright sunny day on Mobius and well known hero, Sonic the Hedgehog, was out on a run through the grassy fields of Green Hill Zone. He was keeping a good pace as he sped through the hills and slid through a tight opening into a cave then emerged out on the other side. He decided to relax for a few minutes before heading back.
“Whew! That was quite a rush! I wonder if taking the even longer way back will be just as thrilling.”
He sat down and looked around before he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. Sonic turned around and saw a bird hovering in front of him. In its talons was a chilidog.
Sonic smiled. “Hey! Thanks little guy! I really appreciate it!” He said before taking the footlong and biting into it, chewing for a few, and finally swallowing.
Just as he turned back to the bird, the blue hedgehog noticed something in the distance.
“Hmm...Experience has taught me to investigate anything out of the ordinary.” He said before dashing off to get
Sonic High Ch. 4: Books n' Brainiacs
As Sonic and Tails entered the school library, Sunset Shimmer was right behind them. She then remembered about one key fact Sonic had told her. “He’s with Twilight!” she pondered for a moment before whistling.
Within seconds, her dim-witted minions rushed over. “Snips and Snails reporting for duty, Sunset Shimmer!” they said.
Sunset grinned mischievously. “Get in there and have your phones on hand. Whenever you see her doing anything worth laughing at, record it!” she ordered.
The two saluted her. “As you wish!” they replied before doing as told.
Meanwhile, Twilight was wandering around the huge room, browsing the shelves before she turned around to notice Sonic and someone new. “Sonic! Back already! Uh...who’s this?” she asked, pointing at Tails who introduced himself with a smile.
“I’m Miles Prower, expert mechanic and A+ Student. So you must be the new girl...um...Twilight Sparkle was it?” he a
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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