Reunited
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.
“Tails—!” Sonic choked, voice hoarse. His throat was so dry... he had only realized that just now, but he didn’t have the energy to care.
