Unbreakable Bond Week (2025 Event Over)

There were many facts and stories about Miles Prower's early life that were quickly lost to the mists of time. How much the fox himself remembers is a question that many assume will never be answered.

There was one fact that would never be forgotten. Even when the memory twisted and jumped to meet another, not everything would lose sight of the truth.

Six little lights in particular, knew it well, in their own way.

Little Miles soared above Cocoa Island. Avenging and protecting in turn, he faced a force much, much bigger than him. One that wanted to conquer the heavens—and bury the fox.

The emeralds in their strange confinements were more than willing to give the kit a little boost in his efforts. There was a small spark in him. A drive invisible to most that would bring him farther than anyone could imagine. The six found that path to be worth following.

One last explosion rocked the island, and it was over. The Kukkus failed. The fox was once again alone. It was time for the six to leave, just like everyone else.

The six chaos emeralds knew they would see him again soon. The next adventure was coming up over the horizon.

The little kit watched them go, unaware of that inevitability. He stood on top a shouldering island, the last person standing. He tried to fly up and call for the emeralds as they left.

In an instant, he fell. No matter how hard he spun his tails, regardless of the remaining adrenaline, he could not get his feet off the ground for more than a few seconds. Gravity staked its claim on him once again, dragging him down the moment he was about to return to the sky.

Cocoa island would never be the same. Miles looked towards the remains of his haven, his friends, and the place he felt most at home.

It never was going to last, was it?

The little kit returned to West Side, slowly but surely running out of options. Scavenging in junkyards was his main source for tools. The forests were fruitful, and the friendly flickies often waved hello at him while they picked berries.

A pit of envy slowly grew when he watched them fly off.

Those feelings distracted him. Slowly but surely, something on the island rotted. The critters were. The few that weren't got weaker and grayer.

Miles was stuck in the motion, running down the same green routes to nowhere good. The one bright spot is that he figured out to become airborne. It was not true flight, but it felt like finding a sturdy step only slightly below the surface of a rushing stream. If nothing else, it helped him outrun some mean older kids.

That speed did not help him when they chased him into a corner. Seemingly to spite his recent advancement, they grabbed his tails and pulled. And pulled. And pulled.

Then, suddenly, it was gone. Blue wind winded about, leaving the bullies breathless in a pile.

Turning around, Miles spotted a streak of blue rushing down the hill. The blur slowed down to smile back.

Wonder seeped into the pit. The mysterious, stubborn drive that Tails would never fully understand rose to meet it. Like a chemical reaction, it sent a burst of energy through him.

Before he knew it, he was on the wind's tail. It pushed him harder.

C'mon, try to keep up, it challenged.

Miles spun and spun and spun. Leaning forwards, he forced the wind to meet him.

It caught him, and brought him home.