Now, where had I left off the last time we had met? When was- ah, yes, I remember.
The stranded Eastern Kea had to reach the Western Kea tribe. Not doing so could potentially ultimately result in the utter extinction of her tribe within weeks time. To steer away from any cliches that haunt the literary world, I will not say she was the last hope because her death was to be due in several hours.
She, by the strike of chance, that of which we all possess, be it small or large; positive or negative, she found the Western Tribal Kea. She tried what she could to save his life, rather what was left of it, placing the lives of both in harm's way.
"On your feet; you aren't dying on me in the same manner I won't die on you," the Eastern Kea urged the Western Kea.
They treked long and hard through the thickets, thorns, and flames of the blistering cold. Never could such a journey be made with the burden of life being placed upon them heavier and heavier thanks to Death. Its spirit stayed floating around, stalking, waiting patiently, preparing for its chance. At their weakest point, Death would smite them both, and both would only be a footnote in history.
Yet Death's chance never came, and this frustrated him, driving him to exact revenge in due time. The two Keas, however, completed their journey. Those who'd left the Western Kea for dead gave their upmost sincere appologies, to which the Western Hypothermic Kea could not respond, still suffering of Hypothermia. The leader spoke to the Eastern Kea, hearing the pleas of her tribe. In return, she recieved information that the ocean to which the Western tribe took advantage of the most had frozen over. No fishing could be done, thus not able to send the fish to the East. With the destruction of the river's ice sheet, and her current weakness, she would have to brave the Winter in the Western tribe.
Though the mercy of the Western tribe dwellers and their leader, she was allowed to stay the Winter in the tribe of the West.
The Eastern and Western Keas, whom had met in the forest on the verge of Death, became well aqquainted with each other. Such that even after the passing of Winter, they made appointments to see each other.
The fact that both of these Keas were seeing each other much too often rose the tides of suspicion. However, before anything could be done, before the tribes were able to do anything against these mysterious, not to mention spontaneous (though planned) meetings, it had already been too late.
The Eastern Kea returned to her tribe, and people commented on an odd smell about her. Though the Eastern Kea insisted that she had simply stepped in dung, that was clearly not the case, and the worry, concern, and fear were prodding at her mind.
Later, after several weeks, she could keep the secret no longer. A small buldge began forming in her lower abdomen. She was pregnant, and there was no tale, no twisted lie she could tell that would convince the others otherwise. Yet, when asked who held the paternity to the soon-to-be child, she did not want to answer.
And thus, rumors sprouted wings, and began to spread like the virus that struck this same world long ago.
The Western tribe soon after, as expected, heard of these rumors. When the surviving Kea whom was saved by the Eastern was asked if her was the father of the child, he did not answer.
Both of them knew what would happen: death forced upon all three.
It was for this reason that they lived in fear. When the child was born, she seemed normal. However, the deformity was something that could not be seen. Menae, as the newborn was named, which was agreed upon by both parents, had strange, invisible arms and hand coming from the back of the head. Two hundred fourty nine of them, would be a good estimate.
She was considered normal prejudicially, and all susiscion was dropped. Then, there came the time for Menae to show how normal she really was. It was time to learn the tribe's ways.
Her learning was slow, which made heads turn to the surviving Eastern mother.
Was Menae the result of the forbidden act of a cross-breed?
The stranded Eastern Kea had to reach the Western Kea tribe. Not doing so could potentially ultimately result in the utter extinction of her tribe within weeks time. To steer away from any cliches that haunt the literary world, I will not say she was the last hope because her death was to be due in several hours.
She, by the strike of chance, that of which we all possess, be it small or large; positive or negative, she found the Western Tribal Kea. She tried what she could to save his life, rather what was left of it, placing the lives of both in harm's way.
"On your feet; you aren't dying on me in the same manner I won't die on you," the Eastern Kea urged the Western Kea.
They treked long and hard through the thickets, thorns, and flames of the blistering cold. Never could such a journey be made with the burden of life being placed upon them heavier and heavier thanks to Death. Its spirit stayed floating around, stalking, waiting patiently, preparing for its chance. At their weakest point, Death would smite them both, and both would only be a footnote in history.
Yet Death's chance never came, and this frustrated him, driving him to exact revenge in due time. The two Keas, however, completed their journey. Those who'd left the Western Kea for dead gave their upmost sincere appologies, to which the Western Hypothermic Kea could not respond, still suffering of Hypothermia. The leader spoke to the Eastern Kea, hearing the pleas of her tribe. In return, she recieved information that the ocean to which the Western tribe took advantage of the most had frozen over. No fishing could be done, thus not able to send the fish to the East. With the destruction of the river's ice sheet, and her current weakness, she would have to brave the Winter in the Western tribe.
Though the mercy of the Western tribe dwellers and their leader, she was allowed to stay the Winter in the tribe of the West.
The Eastern and Western Keas, whom had met in the forest on the verge of Death, became well aqquainted with each other. Such that even after the passing of Winter, they made appointments to see each other.
The fact that both of these Keas were seeing each other much too often rose the tides of suspicion. However, before anything could be done, before the tribes were able to do anything against these mysterious, not to mention spontaneous (though planned) meetings, it had already been too late.
The Eastern Kea returned to her tribe, and people commented on an odd smell about her. Though the Eastern Kea insisted that she had simply stepped in dung, that was clearly not the case, and the worry, concern, and fear were prodding at her mind.
Later, after several weeks, she could keep the secret no longer. A small buldge began forming in her lower abdomen. She was pregnant, and there was no tale, no twisted lie she could tell that would convince the others otherwise. Yet, when asked who held the paternity to the soon-to-be child, she did not want to answer.
And thus, rumors sprouted wings, and began to spread like the virus that struck this same world long ago.
The Western tribe soon after, as expected, heard of these rumors. When the surviving Kea whom was saved by the Eastern was asked if her was the father of the child, he did not answer.
Both of them knew what would happen: death forced upon all three.
It was for this reason that they lived in fear. When the child was born, she seemed normal. However, the deformity was something that could not be seen. Menae, as the newborn was named, which was agreed upon by both parents, had strange, invisible arms and hand coming from the back of the head. Two hundred fourty nine of them, would be a good estimate.
She was considered normal prejudicially, and all susiscion was dropped. Then, there came the time for Menae to show how normal she really was. It was time to learn the tribe's ways.
Her learning was slow, which made heads turn to the surviving Eastern mother.
Was Menae the result of the forbidden act of a cross-breed?
"You're misson is to recover the chaos emeralds." "ok" Ruby runs off heading towards Eggman's base."who's that" ruby thinks. As a Blue hedgehog races by. "It don't matter" As ruby sneaks into one of the vents. Crawling until the she sees the glow of the red chaos emerald. "It's like taking candy form a baby" ruby jumps out of the vent and takes the chaos emerald. As she gets ready to leave a two tailed fox walks in. "huh, who are you" "I'm ruby, don't bother me" she jumps into the vent before tails can get her. "Get back here ruby" Ruby escapes Eggman's base and run torwds the spy HQ. "so you say a red hedgehog took the chaos emerald" says sonic "yes, she escaped before I could get her" says tails angerliy "let go after her,sonic" says cream "I'm back" "Good job, angent ruby"says Emma the HQ leader "I have a question, who's the yellow two tailed fox" ruby demands "tails the fox he travels with sonic the hedgehog" "tell me more"