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125. Sonic Super Special #9 - Sonic Kids 2

Zoneward Bound

Writer: Michael Gallagher Pencils: Sam Maxwell and Harvey Mercadoocasio Colors: Joshua D. and Aimee R. Ray

That's right, we're back to Sonic Kids! As with the first Sonic Kids special, I find this one to be full of really good foreshadowing and details from the past that flesh out the world and the plot more fully. In addition, this marks another comeback for Michael, who's been kind of absent from the comic lately. Let's jump right in!

We begin one winter many years ago, sometime after Sally formed the Freedom Fighters with the others in the past issue. She and her friends are playing in the snow, flinging snowballs around and having a good time, when one rogue snowball nails Rosie in the head.

When Sally starts sniffling and claims that she's just trying to distract herself from the loss of her father by playing with her friends, Rosie takes pity and sends the group down to a frozen pond, saying she'll bring them snacks in a bit. They happily race down and begin ice-skating, but are forced to take a quick break to let the ice re-freeze after Sonic accidentally melts it with the friction from his speed. While they wait, Sonic heads to the nearby well to get a drink of water, but when he and Boomer - sorry, Rotor - go to get the bucket, something strange pops out…

Mega, mega callback time. We're going all the way back to the first issue we ever reviewed, the first issue of the comic ever to be released - issue #0 of the Sonic Miniseries. In the first story of that issue, Sonic rushes to a well to fish out a ring that lets him defeat Robotnik and save the day. This, my dear friends, is that exact same well. They really went back a long way for that one, huh?

While the kids rush back to play on the pond again, the ring begins to glow, and suddenly they all slip on the ice and find themselves falling into three colorful portals. Sally falls into the first one alone, and finds herself on a crazy rollercoaster without any safety regulations whatsoever, meaning there's no restraints and the car keeps nearly flying off the track. She panics at first, but then remembers her royal training and forces herself to keep calm. As she does, she sees a strange object ahead, which turns out to be a vision of… her father's disembodied head!

While she gets a glimpse into her own future, we jump over to Rotor, Antoine and Tails, who find themselves floating in a strange space where reflections of themselves seem to talk to them. They stick together and try to fly themselves toward an escape route, not realizing that there's three figures watching them…

Ah yes, this "Chosen One" thing again. Seems the Ancient Walkers have been obsessed with Tails ever since he was tiny. We then see where Sonic ended up, which looks like an unfinished version of Green Hill Zone - as in, it's literally "under construction" with loops half-built on top of construction skeletons. Sonic races around, eager to find out who's building this place and how they do it, when he runs into a familiar face…

And here we have Sonic and Robotnik's first true meeting! Robotnik, evil as ever of course, tries to smash Sonic with his wrecking ball, but Sonic dodges, and decides that beating Robotnik is more important than finding the builder of the zone. He messes up Robotnik's little flying vehicle and then races off, and all at once the five friends find themselves flying back out of the zones and into the real world once more. Realizing that it was the ring they pulled from the well that caused their strange adventure, Sonic tosses it back into the well, leaving it there as a nice plot device for the very first issue of the comic!

What a nice tie-in! It's been a while since we referenced any of those really early issues, but I guess it makes sense that Michael would be the one to go all the way back to one of the first issues anyway, since he's the one who wrote most of them.

My Secret Guardian

Writer: Michael Gallagher Pencils: Manny Galan and Jim Amash Colors: Joshua D. and Aimee R. Ray

So have you ever wondered about the story of how Sally and Knuckles first met? It happened before Robotnik's takeover, when Sally's father decided to take a nice vacation to the Floating Island and take Sally along with him. Sally is excited to be spending one-on-one time with her father, and he doesn't tell her that his real reason for heading to the island is to check if there's any more information on whether Queen Alicia and Elias survived the shuttle crash from before, as well as to network with the Guardian Locke. Soon, their shuttle comes within view of the island and lands, with an enraptured Sally chattering away and asking every question that comes to her little mind.

Sally, mildly grumpy, paces around as her father heads off, but soon notices a pair of eyes watching her from a nearby bush. She leaps toward it and demands whoever it is come out, and out pops Knuckles! They initially bristle at each other, but as they try to one-up each other with their own prestigious duties and destinies, they realize they have a lot in common and become friends, chatting at the edge of the island. However, they soon begin arguing again, this time over who will have it harder once they take over their full duties, and get into a small scuffle. Sally uses the "flip back kick" that she used on Knuckles way back in the Sonic and Knuckles Mecha Madness special, and the fight comes to an end when Knuckles misjudges a blow and smashes into a tree, knocking it over.

They part ways and Sally quickly takes her turn hiding in the bushes as Locke comes to lead his son away. A few minutes later, King Acorn comes back as well, mentioning that during his talk with the Guardian of the island he'd learned that he had a son about Sally's age, but he "wasn't available" to chat with. Sally just replies that she already has enough friends back home, and together they get ready to spend a few days exploring the island together for their vacation, while Knuckles secretly watches them walk away from atop a nearby cliff, saying he feels that their paths will cross again someday. Really, it's kind of nice to see a young Sally spending some quality time with her father, because so far, ever since he's come back it's been nothing but conflicts and emotional trauma with him. Sally just gets to be a little kid here, sure with duties she's expected to fulfill, but no war to trouble her, no imminent destruction on the horizon, just a cool floating island to hang out on with her father. Poor thing could use some time to have fun before Robotnik's takeover. Speaking of which…

Eve of Destruction

Writer: Michael Gallagher Pencils: Art Mawhinney and Rich Koslowski Colors: Barry Grossman

This is easily my favorite story out of both Sonic Kids issues. We begin, as before, with Sonic and his friends playing outside, though Tails - or Miles, given when this story takes place - is notably absent, and they're in Mobotropolis instead of Knothole. A window opens nearby, and a face that looks very much like Miles' only with an eyepatch emerges and asks them to please play elsewhere so his wife can have some rest. As they walk away, we find out the identity of this man and his wife…

That's right, these are Miles' parents! His pregnant mother, Rosemary, asks her husband, Amadeus, not to leave her, as the baby may come any time now, but he insists he must go off to work for the day, as he's second in command of the royal guard. He explains that today is the day King Acorn will be appointing Warlord Julian Kintobor to the position of Minister of Science, noting that Sir Charles Hedgehog vacated the position after a mishap with his latest invention and has started a restaurant business instead. Hey, sound familiar? He's referring to the incident where Chuck accidentally turned his brother, Sonic's father Jules, into a mindless automaton, making him the first true Robian created. Amadeus says goodbye to his wife, and approaches Sonic, who excitedly asks if his baby will be a boy or girl and talks about how excited he is to have a new friend once the baby is born. Amadeus asks the kids to keep an eye on Rosemary while he's gone to make sure she's taken care of, to which they happily agree.

Meanwhile, Julian and Snively (the latter of whom has a full head of orange-brown hair) are hanging out within the royal laboratory, laughing evilly and plotting their takeover, including discussing Julian's intentions to exile King Acorn to the Zone of Silence. Snively then drags a beaver "volunteer" bound in ropes into the center of the room for a "test," and at that moment Amadeus happens to arrive to help with the refit of the lab.

Now, what would you do in this situation? I know that I, for one, would immediately get the hell out of there and get the attention of the king, because if I was second in command of the royal freakin' guard, I imagine the king would pay attention to what I had to say about any accusations of treason. I would muster forces and get there without alerting Julian, surround the place, and investigate thoroughly before he had a chance to cover up his treachery. But apparently, Amadeus is a total idiot, and immediately marches in gun drawn yelling for Julian to surrender because he's under arrest for being a traitor. Julian, of course, just laughs, insisting that Amadeus refer to him as Ivo Robotnik from now on, and reveals that he hasn't only been working on the roboticizer - he's built swatbots in secret as well, which he handily demonstrates by having one grab Amadeus, causing him to scream in alarm…

At the same time, Rosemary Prower begins screaming as well, and the kids all rush in to see what's wrong. Realizing that she's in labor, Sally has the others grab her toy wagon and they load the pregnant woman into it, and Sonic rushes her to Dr. Quack. She soon gives birth to a healthy baby boy with two tails. The king himself shows up to greet the new young'un into the world, and after a little while Julian and Snively show up… with Amadeus in tow. Julian claims that Amadeus had entered a contaminated room, and thus has him all wrapped up in a coat, hat, protective glasses and face mask, effectively obscuring his entire form. Rosemary is excited to show her husband his new child, but…

Before he leaves, the king reminds Julian to come see him after tonight's ceremony for his promotion to Minister of Science, as there's "going to be several other major changes around here," to which Julian agrees with an evil smile that the king completely doesn't pick up on. Outside, Julian allows Amadeus to take off all his coverings to reveal that he's also been roboticized, which seems like a bad idea to do in the middle of a populated area if you want your plans to remain a secret, and gleefully informs Snively that they'll launch their coup tonight and begin roboticizing the populace. Later that evening, after Rosemary has cried herself to sleep from the reaction of her husband, Sonic asks to hold the baby, hugging him and promising him they're going to be best friends when he's older, leading to the end panel announcing "The end (and, unfortunately, for the citizens of Mobius, it is also the beginning!)".

What a story, huh? Tails is born, his father is roboticized, and Robotnik stages his initial takeover of the kingdom all in the same day. I feel bad for Rosemary in all this. The story doesn't address what happens to her after the takeover begins, but even just losing her husband and then the kingdom she lives in is enough to spoil anyone's day, especially after having a baby. What I do find interesting about this story, however, is the sharp departure from the games' version of how Sonic and Tails met. In the games, Tails is a lonely kid teased for his twin tails, and upon seeing Sonic, is inspired by his speed and follows him. Once Sonic notices him, they become friends, with Tails looking up to Sonic and Sonic essentially adopting him as a younger brother. But in the comics, he knew Tails from day one, and Tails grew up with a group of friends from the start. It certainly makes for an interesting difference between the two incarnations of the characters.

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Roburcus, The Treeborn Prince

[Finally, after all of the hype to my friends that I tortured with updates on my progress, I finished this dive into fantasy. Here’s to hoping that you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it! And yes, there will be more. I just wrote so much setup that I felt the need to break it up into parts.]

Fem reader x Roburcus

It was the rocking of the carriage gradually slowing to a halt that woke you. It had been hard to nap, but you’d needed it.

Rubbing away sleep, you chanced a look through the window, to see how much had changed outside. Massive trees, larger than you had ever thought possible, dotted the plains you traveled now. Wooden pathways wound up their trunks, leading to what looked like entire villages that even from this distance clearly glowed and bustled. Some were isolated villas, but a few trees were close enough for their vast branches to intertwine, allowing citizens to move between them with ease.

You hadn't realized just how intrinsically tied these people were to nature. You hardly knew anything about them. Just what else would you have to discover as you went?

Just this morning, you had been escorted from your castle into the finest limousine by your mother and your entourage. Before sending you off, she had kissed your forehead, reminded you of your duties, and given you her blessing and love. The jewel earrings were her final gift, and you touched them now and thought of her.

The limousine had eventually been exchanged for this strange floating carriage, clearly enchanted by this land’s magic. Now you were an ant amongst towering blades of grass. And ahead, just past this checkpoint, lied the winding road that led to the largest of them all, growing a mighty castle amidst its branches.

A great kingdom awaited you. But you were not so sure you wanted to see it.

Details on these lands and its people had been difficult to come by, besides what little your mother had elaborated on for this arranged marriage. They were tuned to the shifting forces of nature, incredibly powerful, and largely benevolent and peaceful. From what you had heard through the grapevine, however, they were described as massive beasts, with gaping maws and claws meant to rend flesh. They tended to the trees in order to bury their foes beneath them. These rumors had kept you up at night, you were ashamed to admit. Had you been betrothed to a monster?

You couldn’t have even confirmed or disproved these fears, as they rarely stepped foot outside of their borders. This marriage had been arranged before you were even born; you had become aware of it on your eleventh birthday. You traveled now on the day after your twenty-second, adhering to some strange customs of theirs. Yet another mystery to the pile.

Peering up at the lofty leaves, capable of covering your carriage if they fell, you once again grew angry. You loved and trusted your parents, but why hadn’t they ever explained anything to you? They had met with these people ages ago! They knew exactly what they were like! Why had they kept so tight-lipped about them? You hadn’t even gotten to meet your fiancé before being shipped off to marry him! And your mother had given you a task, to learn this people’s secrets to longevity for your homeland. If they knew them enough to barter your hand, why couldn’t they have discovered that themselves?

This was absolutely ridiculous!

You fumed in silence for a time, only broken by the tittering of the servants sent with you on this journey. The two of them had kept quiet as you slept, but began fussing over your appearance as best they could in a vehicle.

“Put on a brave smile, my lady,” Kari told you, gently mopping your brow. “This is the big day.”

“We are with you to the end.” Despite saying this, Jos was wringing his wrists. He was nervous, so far from everything any of you knew, yet he smiled for you. You tried to return the gesture, but felt it was more of a grimace.

“Thank you—both of you.”

You would have to show them that you were worthy of their servitude. Straightening your spine, you began to psych yourself up for what might be an exhausting, terrifying welcome into these lands. But you weren’t going to cower, and you weren’t going to be cowed. You were royalty. Just because your betrothed might be a horrific monstrosity didn’t mean you weren’t going to give this your best damn shot. You’d get the information your mother desired, conduct yourself appropriately as a queen-to-be, and prove your worth to both of these kingdoms.

And so your carriage began its slow crawl up the path that slithered towards your fate, deep within the kingdom of beasts.

Finally, you were ushered in through the front gates. Jos and Kari kept close, both to shield you from stares and for their own peace of mind. You lifted your chin, unwilling to bow even to the thin birdfolk who worked the massive door.

But you had to look downwards to keep your eyes on the strange short creature that confessed themself your escort. They seemed almost human, except for their pointed ears and the thick mane of moss-like hair. Jos muttered something, and they snorted.

“Tha’s a term ye shouldn’ use ‘round ‘ere, seedling!” They leaned in to stage-whisper. “‘S a mite offensive, y’know!”

Jos shrunk away, growing pale. “S-sorry!”

“He didn’t mean any offense,” Kari squeaked.

The creature’s gaze was piercing, making the two servants squirm. But before you could step in, they tilted their head back to laugh at the canopy, slapping the two’s calves. “Jus’ pullin’ yer legs, seedlings! ‘Sall I c’n reach, ‘n an old sprout’s gotta ‘ave ‘er kicks some’ow. C’mon, then! This way!”

When you frowned at him, Jos ducked his head. “Didn’t know it—she—could hear me… Her kind—whatever it is—has good hearing.”

“‘N donchu forget it!”

He ducked further. Poor man, already so rattled. It made you more determined to keep your composure. You offered him a reassuring smile, before you all began following the rather talkative creature that called herself “Moss.” It actually helped to have such a chatty escort. You felt less like a prisoner and more like a guest, despite the stares your arrival received.

The structure you were brought into had fine detailing in the wood, so delicate that the arches appeared to have grown into them naturally. Light filtering through the leaves felt soothing, a brief warmth in the relative coolness of the shade. You waded through creatures of all sorts: Bodies decorated or covered in feathers, wisps, scales, talons, fur, and even leaves and bark. Moss, in her ramblings, pointed out a tree nymph that was her second-cousin in the market, whose hair swayed like a palm in an absent breeze. When he caught you staring, his hair shifted to cover his face before he suddenly disappeared. Had he melted into the wall?

“He’s a shy ‘un,” Moss laughed, hanging upside down from a lamp. Instead of electricity or even flames, it was a wooden mesh housing fireflies. How curious.

The deeper you went, the darker your surroundings became, requiring more of these lamps and other means to light your way. The rare, likely intentional, beams of sunlight let in through the layered branches became spotlights, highlighting a lively tavern or a fae playground, or passing through artful arrangements such as a mosaic of insect wings and carapaces. An ethereal being using what could only be described as an arcane comb touched up a string of glowing orbs, draped across the branches overhead. Every time Moss paused to point something out or flap her gums, fireflies drifted from nearby lamps to hover about her. Her own little entourage.

There was so much to take in that you weren't surprised when your servants had many stops and starts, but you couldn't dally. No doubt the royalty here—including your fiancé—already knew of your arrival, and you weren't going to give a bad impression by gawking or lollygagging.

After all, you had plenty of years ahead of you in this foreign place. There would be time enough.

The smooth, winding path Moss led you on brought you to another set of massive doors, decorated with flowers and crawling with endemic life, which was opened by a much larger birdfolk. Their build and feathers reminded you of an owl, if a more intimidating one. You had always thought of them as symbols of wisdom, not protection. You supposed there was much about this land’s culture you didn't know, yet. The owl’s eyes watched, unblinking, until the doors shut behind you. But your escort once again drew your attention as she hung upside-down from the fork of a nearby branch. Her laughter twinkled.

“Ye ready t’see yer prince?” Despite your attempt to remain professional, she snorted at your expression. “Dun look too eager, now.” She swung up to sit and kick her feet, gesturing you onward. Evidently, her job was finished.

At the trepidation your servants showed (and you hid) she promised, “Ye ‘ave nothin’ t’worry ‘bout, seedlings. I dunno wha’ place ye wer sown, but yer in good soil now. Kip, kip!” Before anyone could ask for more detail, she leapt from her perch, snagging the talons of two songbirds that carried her into the canopy and out of sight.

“Didn't even say farewell,” Jos muttered. “Odd bird, that one.”

From overhead came a cheerful, “Sparrows, actually!” He shrunk and scowled at the laughter, face burning. He had forgotten about her hearing. Kari giggled, and you hid your smile by glancing around. You were to go on alone?

There were several individuals in this courtyard, but only a few within speaking distance, and only one that looked expectant. Going on a hunch, you approached the raccoon standing on a nearby stump—a strange sight, you thought, for a castle grown from a massive tree. You were pleased to find the beast mirrored your nod, seeming far more intelligent than the ones at home.

“I am here to meet the prince,” you told it, tone even. “I am to be his wife.”

Your servants exchanged looks. The words felt like acorns on your tongue. But your reward was the animal climbing up the vines covering the ornate wall behind it. It went along the top, stopping to check that you followed. So you did, thinking this was the strangest reception you have ever been given as royalty. First a nature spirit, and now a raccoon? You had an interesting story for your first letter home.

“This is ridiculous,” Jos murmured.

Kari rapidly patted his shoulder, breathing, “But sort of exciting! It's a massive tree-house—no, tree-castle! I've never seen such a thing!”

“Built to last—or, grown to last,” you commented, eyeing the thick wooden walls that twisted into or from massive bowers. “Behind such a long trek and thick foliage, invasion is difficult.”

Jos looked at your feet. “Unless someone dropped a match...”

“I doubt they would overlook something so important.”

He still seemed unconvinced. Conversation stilled when the raccoon disappeared into a tree hollow above a decorated wall. You waited for several beats, but it didn't return. Staring at the barrier, you tuned out your servants' mutters as you pressed a hand over the large knot design. It had details so fine, only the thinnest of needles would fit in the crevices. It all formed an intricate ecosystem, depicted as a massive life-giving tree crowned by the moon, the sun, and a star. And at the very bottom of it all was the tiniest seed, the unexpected catalyst to the flourishing of so much life...

You couldn't help touching it, and you feared you had ruined priceless art when it sunk into the wood. No, it was the design itself shifting, causing the “seed” to sprout and crack the tree in two. The halves swung apart, and you found yourself face-to-snout with a dogfolk. Their scarred lip curled faintly. They tapped their wooden staff upon the moss-covered floor, and the raccoon found its way to their shoulder, staring at you once again.

“The Woodborn King and his son have been waiting.” The dog's voice was gruff, but she offered her companion a snack almost tenderly.

Still, her words rankled. They had been waiting? I've waited my entire life to get my answers! You strode forward into the small room, Jos and Kari following more meekly. You wouldn't let this dog's bared teeth frighten you. She wouldn't dare hurt you.

Another tap of her staff, and the floor heaved beneath your feet. Shocked, you grabbed Kari's arm as your attention was pulled downward—and then upward. This was a platform, enchanted the same as the carriage had been! Without engine or pulley, it floated up through a hollowed section of trunk. Patches of moss began to glow within a certain distance, illuminating the space oddly. You released Kari, allowing Jos to cling to her as you straightened your spine.

This was it. The moment all of your parents' planning and training had been leading up to. You would gaze upon your fiancé's features for the very first time. Your fingers found your earrings once again.

The lift didn't lead directly into the throne room, not that you had expected it to. You were let out at a hallway that led up to another decorated door, this one featuring a claw dropping a seed. You eyed its talons, imagining what horrific creature could be attached to it. In another light, the seed might also have been a drop of blood. How ominous.

But this wouldn't shake your resolve. You stepped forward and pushed the doors open, ignoring the guard entirely. The sunlight blinded you, unexpected after such a long journey through gentle shades and that dark tunnel. You paused to get your bearings, blinking rapidly.

“Ah,” came a voice, like wind through leaves. “Welcome home, my child.”

You finally rubbed the tears away, hearing Jos gasp at your side. The dogfolk had moved to precede you, appearing miffed that you had just barged in. But your triumph was quickly overshadowed with awe as you gazed upon the blooming thrones at the head of the room, and the two beings sat there.

Even from here, you knew they were much taller than you; you were certain you could lie across the larger one's shoulder, and still have room to stretch. Indeed, his claw could wrap completely around you, and crush you, if he saw fit. His body was the color of a fading sunset, scales layered as leaves on the forest floor. Five brown horns twisted around and behind his head like branches, two even sporting beard lichen. You realized suddenly that, though most of the passages you had been going through were rather spacious, there was no feasibly way for this individual to fit through them. He was draped in silk that burned in the light, appearing as ancient autumn made manifest.

And if he was autumn, then the other was surely spring. His scales were colored like fresh sprouts, with darker patches across his snout and shoulders. His horns were far less pronounced, but held a more vibrant earthy hue, and were decorated with a flowering crown. His silks were colored as a sky that nourished the plants below, seeming to shift as he straightened in his seat. He was much closer to a size capable of walking about the lower levels, but he still likely had a few heads on you. Was this your fiancé? His gaze was piercing, rooting you to the spot. You had seen emeralds with less luster.

The dogfolk cleared her throat. “Princess of Humans, I introduce you to the Lifegiver, and the—”

A yelp from behind finally ripped you out of the prince's trance. Jos was flailing his arms, trying to keep his balance as Moss stood on his head. Judging by the leaves drifting around him, she had dropped from the branches above.

Posing, she shouted, “Hear ye, hear ye! This 'ere 's The King of Branches 'n his sprout! All hail their invigoratin' grapevines!”

Part One (you are here!) | Part Two (TBA)

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