Ninja Rose

Chapter 1 Amy's POV

         ~Hi, It's my first time writing fanfiction. I really hope you like it and thank you for reading.
          Anyways go ahead and read it cuz I know I don't like reading this stuff and want to just get on with the story. Thanks if you did read this though.
I don't own any characters except for Mylia~

         It's been 10 years since everything. 10 years since I left that world. Since my family and friends. Since I last saw him.

          10 years since Mylia saved me and I became a thief working for our ring leader. I was trained to take and kill. Surprisingly, I'm pretty good at it, for a former " good guy". I became an elite. Striking fear in lower recruits, demanding nothing but respect. It felt thrilling to be thought of as a threat. 

           Now I sit in a plane flying back to the world I abandoned 10 years ago. Mylia and I were assigned to go to Knobia and steel a prize jewel. I obviously wasn't thrilled about the whole ordeal so Mylia said she could go by herself. Five hours ago she left and barely a few minutes ago a distress signal was received. I immediately got on the rescue plane and am now flying to save her. It doesn't matter how much I hate that place, I have to go get her. Well, it didn't till now as I think about where I'm heading.

           The ride didn't last long, however, as an explosion snapped me back to reality. Sweet chaos what has that girl gotten herself into!?   The plane lands in the forest and as soon as my feet hit the ground it takes off back to base. Great, so much for that ride home. I start running, low and fast. The more I trek and weave my way through the forest floor, the more I recognize. Everything seems a bit familiar, then it clicks. I was in the Naboo forest. I've gone through this forest too many times to count. It was my go-to forest whenever I felt sad and upset or just wanted to be alone. The longer I run, the more I recognize the surrounding trees, bushes, groves,  and hills. It's familiar but it doesn't feel comforting. I guess that what 10 years do to you.

          I'm cut out of my train of thought once more when I hear a yell and something cut through the air. I recognize that sound anywhere, it was Mylia and her katana. I duck under a cluster of groves where it was darker. I no longer wear that pink dress with those damn boots. Instead, I'm covered head to toe in black to cover my 'oh so visible' fur. I wear a black catsuit with my utility belt, black combat boots and a black hood with a mask covering my muzzle.

         I hear the firing and whooshing of propellers; Tails. The crunch of bones hitting fist; Knuckles. I hear the sound of telekinetic movement and the rippling of flames; Blaze and Silver.  A scream that could only belong to my childhood bestie; Cream. Sadness takes over, but only for a split second as the next sound is of someone breaking the air, causing my stomach to plummet. My eyes widen and a fire flame flickered at the realization of who that could be. The infamous Sonic the hedgehog.

           My past friends, teammates, and the love of my life, now boil my blood. I swore him and everything he ever made me feel, and all he's ever done to me. The hedgehog that tormented me and continues to, is now hurting my best friend. I can't hate him more but I have to control myself. One false move, one false step and I risk everything. I need to be extra cautious in this battle. I turn my attention back to the battlefield, studying everyone's placement and fighting technics, scanning for patterns. Along with me, my past teammates have also developed and grown. All of us maturing in multiple ways, especially on the battlefield.  My ears twitch as I hear the crunching of leaves too close for my own comfort. I strain my eyes to see a red echidna walking closer to the edge of the clearing, seemingly exhausted. I notice him listening and for a second I think he's found me. Luckily, a foot soldier attacks him, allowing me to release a breath I hadn't notice I'd been holding. I'm able to get a better look at Knuckles' form which is visibly well built and alarmingly muscular.