#afinalguardian

Well, he managed to find the island. He also, by all accounts, managed to land. ... ... Kind of. Okay, so he hit a couple trees on the way. So what? Sonic got a few bruises from it, but the important thing was that he was still alive. All he could hope was that he’d find a way back off the island... he doubted the plane was still safe to fly. He was sure he’d damaged at least something important.

Sonic crawled out of the plane and began to limp towards the center of the island. He had to find Knuckles— he had so many questions. How long was he gone? Where was Tails?

Soon Sonic saw the glimmer of the Master Emerald. His interest immediately piqued and he quickened his steps despite his limp. Then... he saw him.

Tails was at the altar. Not Knuckles.

Sonic could feel his heart leap out of his throat. He was okay. He was there! He didn’t have time to ask why he was there instead of Knuckles, all he could care about was the fact that Tails was there. He was alive. Sonic could almost cry with how relieved he was.

At long last, there he was. After being away for several weeks on a personal excursion in solitude, Mighty had finally made his way onto Angel Island. He took a moment to stand still and appreciate the beauty of the island and its familiar surroundings. “It’s good to be back.” the armadillo said, feeling very content and at peace.

While he wasn’t home just yet, Mighty decided to stop on the island since it was on the way back. Plus, he figured he’d make a convenient stop to visit an old friend of his.

“I hope Knuckles is around.” Mighty said aloud, well aware that he was alone in conversation while walking. The armadillo had been off the grid for quite some time now, barely running into another soul out in the wilderness. Being so, Mighty was curious to know what had been going on in the lives of his friends during his absence and to simply reconnect with his friends once again.

His walk eventually headed him towards the altar of the Master Emerald where he’d most likely find the echidna. Sure enough, once Mighty had the altar in sight, he could make a red figure in the distance. Knuckles’ back was turned from what Mighty could tell.

Now, the question was: how was Mighty going to greet Knuckles? He could always just walk up and say hello, but that’s no fun. Neither of them had seen one another in weeks, so the armadillo wanted to surprise his friend. 

“A doctor? You? Huh.”

"Shadow... and Knuckles??"

"Hi, Knuckles."