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Princesses in Crisis CitySilver the teenage silver-white hedgehog just received another vision of bad things that are about to happen in the near future. In his vision he saw 4 female mobians and one human getting sucked into the vortex which sends them to his home world called Crisis City.
“This can’t be good. The girls are princesses” Silver said, thinking of how many princesses are there.
“Blaze, Hex, Leona, Nebula, and……Elise?” Silver said, a bit confused but shook it off to focus.
“What’s this about, Silver?” Snow the non-mobian cat asked.
"Silver? Is everything okay?" Blaze asked sitting next to him.
“No, everything is not okay. Blaze, I have a bad feeling that Mephiles is gonna capture 5 princesses” Silver said, breathing too hard.
“What? But Mephiles is erased from existence along with Iblis!” Blaze said, stunned to hear what Silver said.
"Silver are you sure it wasn't a nightmare?" Blaze asked nervously.
“No! No! No!” three male hedgehogs were dragged roughly from having their tails pulled by their girlfriends.
Sonic, Shadow, and Silver had an argument with their girlfriends, saying that girls are not always tough and strong to fight enemies alone. And this got Amy, Nebula, and Blaze pissed off. They plan to drag their boyfriends to Tails’ workshop.
“Let go of my tail, Ames!” Sonic begged, trying to get away but Amy was too strong as she pulls his tail and drags him downstairs to Tails’ lab room.
“Nuh uh! You’re not gonna make me!” Silver shrieked in fear; he knew what the girls are planning to do.
Shadow just simply didn’t care and he was not fighting Nebula; he had his arms crossed while the blue-violet hedgehog drags downstairs to Tails’ laboratory.
Tails already has his machine chamber ready, chuckling like a mad scientist.
“Ready, girls?” Amy smirked.
The purple feline and the blue-violet hedgehog nodded
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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