Prologue
Warnings ⚠️
- Shadonic/Sonadow type love story.
- Explicit content and sex between characters.
- There will be chapters not suitable for minors, I will put a warning at the beginning of the chapter and emojis 🔞🌶️ in the title to indicate it.
For those who are not comfortable with this type of content, please skip the chapter. This will not compromise the plot of the story.
- Story with OMEGAVERSE content. (Sonic Trans)
If you do not like such content, you can not read and move on. Refrain from comments that incite hatred and violence.
If you notice any gaps in the story or errors, do not hesitate to report them to me.We learn from mistakes.
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A blue trail crosses the Enchanted Forest, leaving ice traces and snow swirls along its path. It stops in a clearing overlooking a fjord, a blue hedgehog watches the horizon.
Shortly after, a small purple salamander emerges from the forest. Its body is covered in flames, it is panting visibly, emitting small puffs of smoke from its mouth. It takes a few steps on the grassy expanse and collapses on a rock in search of refreshment and rest.
- I won! Again... Bruni, you should try harder otherwise it’s not fun! - Sonic complains to his scaly friend.
The newt raises an eyebrow looking at the cobalt, as if to say “are you kidding me?“.
In response, Sonic laughs and with a wave of his hand freezes the rock on which the amphibian is standing, who immediately begins to roll around to cool his overheated body with a satisfied expression.
With a smile on his lips, the hedgehog with icy powers returns to observe the horizon. However, his gaze hides a veil of melancholy.
Months have passed since he discovered that he is the personification of the Spirit of Ice and accepted his place as Protector of the Elements, moving to the Enchanted Forest.
Every day is a new adventure to discover that magical place full of wonders.
He loves those moments of freedom and lightheartedness that have now become an integral part of his routine, even if every now and then he misses home.
He gave up the crown to Tails and is aware that his brother will be a King, for the kingdom of Snow Hills, better than he could ever have been. With the support and love of his companion Cream, they will govern with foresight without letting their people lack anything.
However, it is not only homesickness that pervades his mind, but also a sense of oppression that presses on his heart: the awareness that staying away from the rest of the world keeps everyone safer.
Sometimes he wishes he had someone to share this burden with.
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Deep in the forest, hidden by the shadows of the thick trees, two red eyes observe the scene.
As a Spirit of Shadow and Cold, Shadow has protected the peace and silence of those magical places for centuries now.
His figure is elusive, wrapped in a mysterious halo: eyes that seem to contain memories of extinguished stars, a face that reveals neither age nor time, an appearance that bears the subtle signs of past eras, yet remains intact, suspended.
He seeks neither company nor glory: he moves on the edges of the world, observing, listening...
He is a living enigma, an ancient soul that escapes time but not memories. Because under the armor of mystery, he guards a deep solitude, that of someone who has seen everything and lost too much, and now prefers to remain in the shadows, rather than risk suffering again.
Exactly the opposite of that energetic and darting being who, with bold mania for protagonism, has been disturbing the quiet of those woods for some time... His woods.
The liveliness of the blue bothers him, but at the same time there is something in him that attracts him... He did not think that in the world there could exist someone else with powers alike to his.
He has never met anyone so similar to him... and at the same time so different.
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Further north, beneath the rocky crust of a volcano, bubbles of boiling water explode silently, swelling with archaic pressure. Thin cracks open in the ground, smoking like fresh wounds.
Suddenly, a jet of incandescent water tears through the earth, spraying steam meters high. From the cracks, two clawed hands cling to the edge, black and shiny like wet stone. A body emerges slowly, sculpted with hard muscles and almost fluorescent green veins.
Geyser opens his eyes, a look that evokes images of snow-capped mountains, of icy winds whipping his face and of a summer that never makes itself felt.There is no need to breathe: the energy boils inside him, a primal power that has waited too long.His lips curl into a slow grin.- Finally... - he whispers, his voice rough like lava scraping the rock.- The world has forgotten. But I... I have forgotten nothing. -
With a leap, he explodes out of the crater, enveloped in hissing steam. Below him, the ground trembles, ready to respond to his commands.
The awakening is complete.The earth itself will tremble at his step.
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Here I am again!!! 😃New idea, new story... A sort of crossover between the worlds of Sonic, Elsa and Jack Frost.
Madness? Maybe... But I’ll be happy if you want to follow me on this impervious path 😘
I hope I’ve intrigued you with this beginning 😁
See you soon!!!
I’ve put some images that inspired me for writing.
Credits to the respective authors to whom they belong.
