The skies were gray, completely suffocated by clouds. This kind of sight reminded you that everything around you, was dead. You could look at the ground, and you would be surrounded by dead, pale yellow grass. No sign of life other than this dead grass. There wasn't even any bird's cheerful sonata to cheer you up either, they went away to a better place than this hellhole that you couldn't escape. The wind always blew in your face. The air was frigid, enough to freeze the mucus in your nose, which you most likely had. You would constantly blow your nose on a tissue and on this particular day, I had those damnable crusty shirt sleeves, which I hated deep down in the very pit of my black heart, but tissues were rare, hard to find. Everyone else kept on using them because their noses were filled with that annoying virus that spontaneously caused your nose to vomit snot. Here, we called it "The Snot Fairy". The Snot Fairy was a little creature that wanted to do nothing but make your nose suffer for its pure enjoyment. It was like as if it found some kind of pure happiness, like a drug, like a fetish, that it kept on making all our noses leak. I hated him, but I hated this damnable month most of all. February.
I was out in the war zone, viewing the towering castle ahead of me. I clenched my sword tight; I was completely covered in silver shining armor that, despite the sun hiding from this most wretched of days, glowed luminously. I felt powerful, but feeling confident in my strength didn't always guarantee that I was going to survive in this battle I was about to partake. The villagers have told me of the tales of this beast that dwelled inside this run-down castle. It killed many unsuspecting villagers, burned down many villages, and ate many knights who dared to challenge this dreaded creature that only hungered for more lives. However, ever since I was a little boy, I wanted to kill this beast of burden. Whatever it took. It killed my mother, left me with only my stern and uncaring father. This fiend, this urchin, took away my childhood, took away possibly many others. I was prepared to do anything, do anything no matter the cost, to defeat him.
The gates of hell opened, the bridge lowering down slowly, as I saw the beast's jade snake eyes staring back at me. I could tell that these eyes were brimming with madness, hunger, and hatred for even daring to go near his lair. I clutched my sword tighter, tighter; shaking. This was going to be either the start of a glorious story, or the end. But I would give it my very best. For my mother. For all the unfortunate victims.
Before I could see it in all of its miserable glory, it heaved, then streamed forth many infernos from its mouth. The flames, even though I dodged them quickly, were enough to make me sweat beads from my body, almost as if it was raining. It crawled from the entrance of the castle, seeing its scales shine before my eyes. They were a lustrous cobalt, with many spikes protruding from its body. They also seemed as if they were quills, lunging towards the skies. The dragon twitched its tail, swishing it back and forth for a moment, then it plummeted towards me, feeling its crushing blow. My armor could not protect me from this tail that felt as if it were many tons of lead. I felt the searing pain of my body being crushed, as if I was a tomato being squished just for its delicious juices. I had to act now. Despite all this pain, I had to escape and slice this beast apart. I couldn't die. Not now. I would never die like this for my mother.
"I'll help you, Shadow!"
I tried to crane my neck. From what I could see, it was another knight, wearing glorious white metal armor, a white steed, and he held the most beautiful sword of all: the Excalibur. I was blessed. King Arthur came to help me.
The horse began to gallop its way towards the dragon, the knight looking brave, determined. He thought, no, knew that he would slit this dragon's throat. He was King Arthur. He was the strongest, bravest knight in the land.
The dragon exhaled more flames from its mouth, the fire blazing across the land. I was shocked to see that the fire caught King Arthur, the flames possibly eating away at his flesh and armor. It couldn't be! King Arthur couldn't die! Not right now! The pain began to become unbearable. I would've screamed in pain, in desperation, until I saw something that I thought my eyes were deceiving me.
The knight and the horse stood proudly before the dragon as the flames swayed around him, not a single burn on his face scorched into his skin. He smiled defiantly at the dragon, then bellowed, "I have a force field!"
"Silver, that's unfair! Knights don't have force fields!"
"Yeah but…King Arthur has special powers!"
"No he didn't!"
The two hedgehogs began their tirade of "uh huh" and "nuh uh"s, leaving me to sniffle and smear my snot-ridden nose on my sleeves. Another game ruined by that white hedgehog Silver and his damnable force fields. It was coming along so perfectly too, if he would've kept his mouth shut and learned to play along the rules.
"Shadow, Sonic, Silver! Time to line up and go inside! It's lunch time!"
I followed along with the both of them and lined up inside the building. Despite their insufferable arguing, my mood was instantly lifted by the promise of food. My stomach hungered for animal crackers and juice.