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sayurime · 10 months

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Ghost...

Sentir la isla es algo a lo que esta acostumbrado, cada árbol, roca, y animal, sentir las diferentes corrientes de energía que emanan cada zona de la isla, es tan natural para el, cuando era niño era abrumador, a veces, todas las energías se anteponían unas con otras y no podía diferenciar las señales que recibía, pero con la guía de Esmeralda Maestra aprendió a mantener a raya toda la energía caos que recogía, todo ser vivo contiene energía caos, y cada uno tiene un canto diferente, algunos podían ser parecidos, pero nunca iguales, desgraciadamente, el termino ser vivo tomaba muchos rumbos.

vivir en aislamiento significaba que tenia mucho tiempo para entender y descubrir muchas cosas con respecto a la energía Caos, vivir en aislamiento significa que estas solo, nadie más que tu, ver figuras que lo seguían y vislumbrar pelajes escarlatas en su periferia no era agradable.

Tendría alrededor de diez años, se encontraba en la cúspide de su curiosidad, los chaos que lo cuidaban le dieron la maxima libertad para explorar la isla y la esmeralda dejo de darle un horario para volver al palacio oculto, podía hacer lo que quisiera.

Se adentro en las ruinas de lo que antes sabia era un asentamiento equidna, jamas había estado allí, el lugar estaba desolado -como todo en la isla- pero la energía ahí, el canto que esta entonaba, era extraño, lo llamaba con ferocidad, el se dejo guiar, no debió hacerlo.

Fue la primera vez que sintió terror en su vida, caminó por la calle principal del asentamiento, asombrado, observando con admiración los edificios destruidos, pero no se atrevía a entrar en ellos, entre más se adentraba al centro del lugar, más fuerte se volvía el canto de energía, no le gustaba, el canto dejo de ser llamativo y se volvió... sucio, no sabe como explicarlo correctamente, pero la energía de la isla se siente bien, limpia, baila entre sus venas y debajo de su piel, y siente cosquillas, se siente relajado, esta energía hace que su corazón se acelere y una sensación de inquietud se adentra en su pecho, se abraza a si mismo intentando calmarse.

Continuo caminando y entonces lo vio, desde lo que debió de ser un pozo de agua en su tiempo, una criatura deforme emergió, sonidos agudos brotaban de un rostro sin boca, su cabeza girada en un angulo imposible, colgando de un cuello sin huesos y balanceándose con cada movimiento, ojos que salían de su órbita lo miraban fijamente. La criatura salia lentamente de aquel pozo, su cuerpo mucho más alto que el suyo, delgado hasta el punto de que su piel se pegaba a sus costillas y lograba contar cada una de sus vertebras.

No podía moverse, el terror lo paralizo en su lugar y solo podía observar como esa cosa se acercaba lentamente a el, los sonidos espeluznantes no se detenían y en cambio aumentaban con cada paso que la criatura daba.

Su respiración se volvió errática, su cuerpo tembló, lagrimas se acumularon en sus ojos y sintió el vergonzoso calor de la orina entre sus piernas; unos cuantos pasos más y la criatura lo alcanzaría, la imagen de la esmeralda inundo su mente y, escuchando su llamada de auxilio, el hermoso canto de la esmeralda lo abrazo, "Cierra los ojos" ordeno la energía, obedeció sintiendo esa calidez que solo la esmeralda lograba desprender, el sonido aterrador se esfumo lentamente al igual que todo a su alrededor, se sintió flotar y , por unos instantes, todo el miedo y desesperación desaparecieron.

Cuando abrió los ojos se encontraba de vuelta en el palacio oculto, el recuerdo lo golpeo inmediatamente, el terror lo inundo y un llanto desgarrador salio de su garganta al mismo tiempo que se abalanzaba a la base de la esmeralda, formando una pelota con su cuerpo intento fundirse lo más que pudo con la piedra brillante pidiéndole en su mente que lo protegiera.

El llanto del niño era tan fuerte y desgarrador, que decenas de Chaos se adentraron al palacio y se amontonaron sobre el niño, protegiéndolo.

Por mucho tiempo Knuckles se negó a abandonar el palacio, el miedo lo inundaba al solo pensar en volver a encontrarse con la criatura, la esmeralda, frustrada por esto, uso su poder para explicarle a su pequeño guardian lo que había pasado.

"Fantasmas"

No era una criatura, era un fantasma, uno de los tantos que se encontraban atrapados en la isla, seres que no lograban aceptar su muerte, o que en su defecto no sabían que habían muerto, por lo tanto, se encontraban en un limbo entre la vida y la muerte y los residuos de energía Caos que quedaba en ellos se distorsionaron al punto de convertirlos en criaturas horripilantes.

"Están sufriendo" Dijo la esmeralda en aquel entonces.

"tu puedes sentir su energía, por eso los vez, pero no puedes ayudarlos, son parte del equilibrio del Caos"

Eso no ayudo en nada, el miedo seguía y el se negaba a abandonar el palacio, sintiendo el miedo de su pequeño, pidió ayuda a los Chaos para mantener tranquilo a su guardian y durante años ayudo a diminuir el contacto de estos seres con el niño, aun así podía sentirlos, ver sus sombras y escuchar sus llantos, poco a poco dejo que el guardian se enfrentara a sus temores y ahora, a sus dieciséis años simplemente los ignoraba y continuaba con su día a día, aun les temía, la esmeralda aun podía sentir el miedo que su guardian sentía cada que se topaba con ellos, pero el era valiente, su rostro estoico y su semblante seguro la hacían sentir orgullosa de su guardian.

Odió cuando el erizo descubrió el miedo de su guardian, pero odiaba más cuando escuchaba como, en conjunto con el cocodrilo, se burlaban de su miedo, quisiera que vieran lo que su guardian ve todos los días, que sintieran la energía como lo hace su guardian. Fue solo el regaño de la erizo rosa y de las conejas lo que evito que traumatizara de por vida a esos dos.

Pero, a pesar de los años y de la valentía de su guardian, había noches en que volvía a ser ese niño asustado y se enrosca en su base, intentando fundirse con ella, buscando su calor y protección.

por supuesto, ella se lo da.

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Feeling the island is something he is used to, every tree, rock, and animal, feeling the different currents of energy that emanate from each area of the island, is so natural for him, when he was a child it was overwhelming, sometimes, all the energies were before each other and he could not differentiate the signals he received,but with the guidance of Esmeralda Maestra he learned to keep at bay all the chaos energy he collected, every living being contains chaos energy, and each one has a different song, some could be similar, but never the same, unfortunately, the term living being took many directions.

Living in isolation meant that I had a lot of time to understand and discover many things regarding Chaos energy, living in isolation means that you were alone, no one but you, seeing figures following him and glimpsing scarlet fur on his periphery was not pleasant.

He would be around ten years old, he was at the peak of his curiosity, the chaos that cared for him gave him maximum freedom to explore the island and the emerald stopped giving him a schedule to return to the hidden palace, he could do whatever he wanted.

He went into the ruins of what he once knew was an echidna settlement, he had never been there, the place was desolate – like everything on the island – but the energy there, the song he intoned, was strange, he called him with ferocity, he let himself be guided, he should not have done it.

It was the first time he felt terror in his life, he walked along the main street of the settlement, astonished, observing with admiration the destroyed buildings, but he did not dare to enter them, the deeper he went to the center of the place, the stronger the song of energy became, he did not like it, the singing stopped being striking and became … dirty, he doesn't know how to explain it properly, but the energy of the island feels good, clean, dances between his veins and under his skin, and he feels tickled, he feels relaxed, this energy makes his heart race and a feeling of restlessness goes deep into his chest, he hugs himself trying to calm down.

He continued walking and then he saw it, from what must have been a well of water in his time, a deformed creature emerged, sharp sounds erupted from a mouthless face, his head turned at an impossible angle, hanging from a boneless neck and swaying with every movement, eyes coming out of his orbit stared at him. The creature slowly emerged from that well, its body much higher than his, thin to the point that its skin stuck to its ribs and managed to count each of its vertebrae.

He couldn't move, terror paralyzed him in place and he could only watch as that thing slowly approached him, the creepy sounds didn't stop and instead increased with each step the creature took.

His breathing became erratic, his body trembled, tears accumulated in his eyes, and he felt the embarrassing heat of urine between his legs; A few more steps and the creature would catch up with him, the image of the emerald flooded his mind and, listening to his call for help, the beautiful song of the emerald embraced him, "Close your eyes" ordered the energy, obeyed feeling that warmth that only the emerald could give off, the terrifying sound slowly vanished like everything around him, he felt floating and, for a few moments, all fear and despair disappeared.

When he opened his eyes he was back in the hidden palace, the memory hit him immediately, terror flooded him and a heartbreaking cry came out of his throat at the same time that he rushed to the base of the emerald, forming a ball with his body trying to merge as much as he could with the bright stone asking him in his mind to protect him.

The boy's cry was so loud and heartbreaking, that dozens of Chaos entered the palace and piled on top of the boy, protecting him.

For a long time Knuckles refused to leave the palace, fear flooded him at the thought of meeting the creature again, the emerald, frustrated by this, used her power to explain to her little guardian what had happened.

"Ghosts"

It was not a creature, it was a ghost, one of the many who were trapped on the island, beings who could not accept their death, or who failing that they did not know that they had died, therefore, they were in a limbo between life and death and the residues of Chaos energy that remained in them were distorted to the point of turning them into horrifying creatures.

"They are suffering," said the emerald back then.

"You can feel their energy, that's why you see them, but you can't help them, they are part of the balance of Chaos"

That did not help at all, the fear continued and he refused to leave the palace, feeling the fear of his little one, he asked for help from the Chaos to keep his guardian calm and for years he helped to reduce the contact of these beings with the child, even so he could feel them, see their shadows and hear their cries, I slowly let the Guardian face their fears and now ,at sixteen she simply ignored them and continued with her day to day, she still feared them, the Emerald could still feel the fear that her guardian felt every time she ran into them, but he was brave, his stoic face and his confident countenance made her feel proud of her guardian.

He hated when the hedgehog discovered his guardian's fear, but he hated it more when he heard how, together with the crocodile, he mocked his fear, he wanted them to see what his guardian sees every day, to feel the energy as his guardian does. It was only the scolding of the pink hedgehog and the rabbits that prevented me from traumatizing those two for life.

But, despite the years and the courage of his guardian, there were nights when he returned to be that frightened child and curled up at its base, trying to merge with her, seeking her warmth and protection.

Of course, she gives it to him

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