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Chapter Seven - Hidden Histories
Strangest of them all

When the feeling calls

How we drown in stylistic audacity

It was late, and the night was beginning to get very cold as
the wind brought with it an icy chill. All the work in Knothole was now being
conducted by torch and lamplight, Shadow simply continued to work in the
near-darkness � there were advantages to having low-light vision.

Sonic has vanished off somewhere a couple of hours ago, on
some errand or other from Sally. Shadow had spent most of that time with Tails,
preparing Sonic�s hut to house three people instead
of one. It would have been a quick job had Sonic�s
hut not been so unbelievably messy. Apparently neatness wasn�t a priority for
the Sonic of this universe, either.

Tails had startled him somewhat. The Tails that Shadow knew
from his own universe was astonishingly self-sufficient, living apparently
alone in the Mystic Ruins despite his tender age. He was also possessed of one
of the most brilliant minds Shadow had ever encountered, an electronic and
engineering genius of a calibre matched only by Gerald Robotnik,
Shadow�s own creator.
The Tails of this universe, however, relied heavily on his
friends and his adopted family. He chatted animatedly to Shadow while they
worked, speaking often of �Aunt Sally�, �Aunt Bunnie�
and his �Brother� Sonic. In a marked contrast to the rest of Knothole, Tails
showed none of the instant suspicion and wariness displayed by the other
inhabitants and seemed quite happy to accept him at face value, talking away
with little to no input from Shadow save from the occasional �hmm� or �yes�.

"Shadow, may I have a word with you?" Princess
Sally called. Shadow looked across at Tails over the piece of the bed he had
been holding while Tails screwed the thing together.

"Go ahead, Shadow. I can finish up here." Tails
said cheerily. Shadow nodded, and headed outside, the cold night breeze
ruffling his quills as he stepped out of the cosy hut. Sally was waiting for
him, and she was alone.

"Follow me." sally said tersely, turning to walk
up the poorly-marked path into the trees. Shadow felt a brief tingle of alarm,
but followed her anyway, confident he could get out of any trap these Freedom
Fighters cared to devise.

Sally led him out of the main village and through a dense
thicket that opened out into a clearing with a large pool in the middle. The
only illumination came from the moonlight softly reflected from the still
waters of the pool. Even with his enhanced vision, Sally appeared to be little
more than a charcoal silhouette in all that darkness.

"Sonic told me what happened at Westfold," She began abruptly, her arms folded
defensively across her chest, "I have some questions I want to ask
you." He tone was faintly challenging.

Shadow coked an eyebrow, knowing she was unlikely to see it,
and folded his own arms in a slightly mocking copy of her own pose.

"You can ask. I won't guarantee I'll answer, and you
should keep in mind you may not like some of the answers you get."

"Fine." Sally said,
"How did you get your super speed?"

"I was created with it."

"Created?" Sally said, surprised, "You make
it sound like you weren't born,"

"I wasn't. I was created on a space station by a
scientist who was trying to create the Ultimate Lifeform."
Shadow shrugged.

"You're an experiment?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Are there any others like you?"

"Not anymore. There was a failed prototype that has
since been destroyed."

"Did you destroy it?" There was a sardonic lilt to
her voice, now.

Shadow hesitated slightly, "Sonic and I defeated
it," He admitted.

"Sonic!?" She gasped,
"I was right. You do know him!"

"Yes." He replied uneasily, "Or actually, my
universe's version of him."

"But you don't recognise any of the rest of us."
She stated, "None of the other Freedom Fighters are familiar to you?"

"The only other one who I find familiar is Tails. He's Sonic's sidekick in my universe." He was beginning to
grow bored with this pointless round of twenty questions, now, "Is that
all?"

"I have one or two more questions."

Shadow sighed, "Go ahead."

"What is a 'chaos spear'?"

He winced, grateful to gloom of the
forest hid his expression. This would be difficult to explain.

"Chaos spear is a technique that allows me to gather
the ambient chaos energy in the air and in my body and use it as an offensive
weapon."

"Chaos energy? I've never
heard of it."

Now that was worrying. Shadow could feel the chaos energy in
the atmosphere, with the usual peaks and troughs he could expect from his own
version of Mobius which suggested that the Emeralds
did exist here�but what if they didn't? What if all he could sense was the
planet's natural chaos output?
How would he ever get home?

"From what I understand," Shadow began
uncomfortably, "Chaos energy is produced naturally by all living things,
but the largest concentration of it that I'm aware of is in the Chaos
Emeralds."

"Chaos Emeralds, huh?"
Sally said thoughtfully. She snatched her hand-held computer off the holster on
her boot and flicked it open.

"NICOLE, display any information on 'Chaos
Emeralds'." She instructed.

"Working, Sally," A stilted female voice came from
the little computer's speakers. A holographic display showing a mural that
depicted the seven emeralds appeared, lighting up the clearing in multi-hued
light that danced across the shimmering waters of the pool.
"The Chaos emeralds are seven legendary gemstones.
According to ancient texts recovered from the extinct Echidna Empire, they were
considered to be a source of great power and made anyone who possessed them capable
of unmatched feats of speed and strength. It is believed that the Echidnas
considered them to be sacred, and therefore jealously guarded them from any
potential thieves."

Shadow almost smiled. That definitely sounded a lot like
Knuckles.

"Though the Emeralds themselves have never been found,
there is enough archaeological evidence for their physical existence to be
likely. Several treasure hunters have claimed to have found the Emeralds, but
each time these claims were proved to be hoaxes."

"Hmm. Interesting. Thank you,
NICOLE." She said, closing up the computer. Sally stood silently for a
moment, thinking.

"These Chaos emeralds are common knowledge on your
world?" She asked.

"Relatively. I understand
Sonic regularly fights Doctor Robotnik for control of
them."

She started slightly, "You have a Robotnik
as well?"

"Yes," He paused, "Though the one from my
universe doesn't seem as�ruthless. Driven, dangerously intelligent and a little
mentally unstable, perhaps, but not as deadly as the one I've had described to
me here." Of course he was working from second- and third-hand
information. It would be sensible to wait and make his own
final judgements.

"Hmm." There was another
heavy pause, "Can anyone use the power of the Chaos Emeralds?"

Shadow was starting to get a headache. Sally was as
relentless as a diamond-bit drill boring into him, trying to get all the
information she wanted to come pouring out. It was obvious that she would keep
going until she had everything she wanted.

"I know it's possible to hook the emeralds up as a
power source for technology, providing you have the right kind of interface.
I'm not sure on the details, I'm not an engineer. But to use the power of the
Emeralds directly�I only know three people who can do that."

"Assuming that you're one of them," Sally said
dryly, "Who are the other two?"

Shadow took a breath, "Yes, I'm one of them. The other
two are an Echidna named Knuckles and�Sonic the Hedgehog."

He heard Sally's sharp intake of breath.

"In that case, we really don't have a choice. We need
to find those Emeralds - before Robotnik does."

---

The atmosphere inside the tiny underground lab belonging to
Sir Charles Hedgehog was so thick with tension you could have cut it with a
dull knife.
Chuck sat stiffly on an old chair, metallic elbows resting
on equally metallic knees as he regarded his nephew.

Sonic was stood in the middle of the lab, almost vibrating
in place from suppressed anxiety, "Unc?"
Sonic began nervously, "What is it you gotta
tell me?"

Chuck sighed deeply, his chin falling into his hands,
"To tell the full story, I need to start fifty years ago. Back then, over
on the other continent, there was an ambitious scientist by the name of Gerald.
He was a genius without peer. Wrote world-renown papers on genetics, structural
engineering, electronics, evolutionary biology, particle physics�a lot of his
theories were still being taught at Universities just before the Coup.

"Anyway, he and a bunch of other scientists were
involved in a project to help build a big space station above Mobius, known as the 'Space Colony Ark'. It was supposed to
be a research centre as well as a working colony. The colonists up there were
hand-picked by the government, the best and the brightest - you get the idea.

"Because it was so far away, Ark was also where a lot
of secret projects were developed for the Government and the Army. Gerald,
because of his intelligence and reputation, was involved in a lot of them. But
the most infamous was code named Project Shadow'."

Sonic blinked, then narrowed his
eyes. Realising this was only the beginning of the story,
he quickly grabbed a seat and gestured for his Uncle to continue.

"Now, for years there were rumours that the Government
had managed to get their hands on one of the relics of the ancient Echidna
people. A gemstone with phenomenal power known as a 'Chaos
Emerald'.

"The story goes that several scientists and engineers
had tried to use the power of the gemstone to no avail. That's when Gerald got
involved. He theorised that since the Echidnas had been able to channel the
power of these Emeralds, it must need a sentient being who
was attuned to those energies to control them. He suggested genetically
engineering a creature who could also channel that
kind of power.
Of course, since Echidnas had been extinct for centuries, he
decided to go for the closest genetic relative to the echidnas."

"Hedgehogs, right?" Sonic interrupted,
his voice strangely flat.

"Right, Sonic," His uncle confirmed, "From
here on, the story gets a little hazy, but it's generally accepted that Gerald
did succeed in creating a hedgehog with some�unusual�abilities. After that,
though, some reports say that Gerald went mad with power, threatened to use his
creation to rule or destroy the planet. Other people say that the military
wanted to use this 'ultimate life' as a weapon - a sort of super soldier, but
Gerald refused to co-operate.

"Either way, the ending was the same. The military sent
a task force up to the Space Colony; orders were conflicted, the soldiers
overzealous�lots of people died, including the project, and Gerald's young
niece, Maria.

"Gerald's reputation was ruined by the incident. Propaganda
had ensured Gerald got a reputation as a hack, a man with more ambition than
ethics playing god. He was dismissed as a lunatic. No academic institution
would go near him. He died not long after. His family was so shamed by it that
they changed their last names to avoid association."

"Uncle Chuck," Sonic said slowly, "Are you
saying that Shadow is that project? From some dimension where
he survived all those soldiers?"

"If he's telling the truth, it's a definite
possibility."

"Whoa." Sonic breathed in awe.

"There's more, Sonic," Chuck said gravely.

"Go ahead, Unc." Sonic
said, leaning back on his chair. This was better than the ghost stories Unc used to tell him back before the coup!

"Many years after the incident aboard the Ark, there
was a young pair of mated hedgehogs who were having trouble conceiving a child. They went to Gerald's grandson, Wilfred, who had
become a noted doctor. He was particularly skilled in the fields of genetics
and fertility. He'd pioneered several revolutionary methods of gene therapy for
infants. He was very well respected.
"He was semi-retired at this point, but nonetheless
agreed to help the young hedgehog and her husband have
the child they had long dreamed of.
No-one knew, though, that Wilfred had always secretly
dreamed of proving his Grandfather's theories about chaos energy correct. Now
he had access to a young hedgehog couple and he was close enough to the end of
his career that - professionally at least - he had nothing to lose.

"He used what remained of Gerald's notes on Project
shadow to recreate it with the genetic material from the two young hedgehogs,
hoping to create a being with the extraordinary powers described in Gerald's
notes. He told no one about what he was doing, and the young couple were
convinced enough by his reputation that they did whatever he asked.

"Eventually, though, when the female hedgehog was
several months pregnant, one of the nurses at Wilfred's practice stumbled on
his notes and the truth came out. Wilfred was put in jail for illegal genetic
engineering, but that still left the problem of what to do about the baby.
There was a lot of arguing, discussion and tears, but the
hedgehog couple finally decided to keep it. When the child was born, it was
subject to a battery of tests, but everything came out normal. We thought that
Wilfred must have failed�at first, anyway."

"We?" Sonic spoke up, his
eyes wide, "Wait, hold the phone�Unc,
are you saying I was that hedgehog?"

Chuck bowed his head, almost doubling over as if in the grip
of intolerable pain. When he answered, his voice was barely audible,
"Yes�"

"My speed�" Sonic whispered in stunned
realisation, "That's how you realised�Wilfred didn't fail."

Chuck could only nod miserably, "It's my fault. I was
the one who recommended your mother speak to Doctor Wilfred."

Sonic's thoughts were whirling
like a hurricane, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, out of the maelstrom
of his confused and conflicted brain, a horrible thought occurred.

"Uncle Chuck�those Doctors, Gerald
and Wilfred - what were their last names?"

Charles actually cringed. This was the one question he
sincerely did NOT want to answer.

"Wilfred's family had changed their name after Gerald's
fall from grace. They were known as 'Kintobor'. But
Gerald himself was called-"

Chuck broke off suddenly when the space that had been
occupied by his nephew was abruptly vacated, leaving only a slightly dusty
disturbance of air behind. Sonic had already figured it out and took off,
unable to face that final damning name.
Sir Charles Hedgehog sank his head into his hands, wishing
devoutly that his robotic body still allowed him to weep.

Chapter Eight - 'Chain Reactions' (Coming Soon)
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