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Amy Story Idea part 2: The Rosario Tribe[We come back to our two heroes following Eggman's trail in the skies.]
Amy: Sooooooo.... What's the deal with this Temple? Eggman mentioned something about elements.
Tails: Well it's a long story, but I'll try to shorten it a bit from what I've read.
Tails: The Rosario Temple was created by an ancient civilization of people who were believed to have had a connection with the God's of the elements. The God's created these people known as the Rodario Tribe to control the elements through these gems that are the key to manipulating the elements.-
Amy: So why were they given the gems-
Tails: I'm getting to that! You see, after thousands of years of maintaining natural order, the God's grew tired, and saught to create new things in the deep vast of outer space. But they knew that the world and all it's inhabitants would have been destroyed by the elements without anyone managing them. They also knew that any man would become greedy and misuse the gems' power so they decided to create a spe
Amy Story Idea part 1, idea 1: The Story BeginsOk, here's an idea for Amy's story I tried to put together while studying, and eating a sandwich.
It's a peacful day in the city, cars running, people talking, and kids playing. In the city one pink little hedgehog is making her way towards a familliar area, from a recent game to have a picnic with her favorite Blue dude.
Sonic: It's about time, I'm starving! So what are we eating?
Amy: *pant* I made sandwiches, cupcakes, muffins, brought some fruit, and I made a super spicy chilidog!
Sonic: Hhmmm.... I don't know. I'm not sure if you can top the one Tails made for my birthday...
Amy, with a smirk on her face says: Well I'll have you know I took cooking lessons from a very good cook! Once you taste mine, you'll finally fall head over heals for me!
Sonic rolls his eyes sarcastically saying, "Suuuuuure, I'll even marry you."
Amy getting with a love-sick look (hearts in her eyes) remarks, "Well I DO have these wedding planners on speed dial..." *she then winks*
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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