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Chapter 02 “A Brave New World” Maria had focused on one of the neighborhoods outside of Manhattan. Still, fifty years of city expansion had brought her into the suburbs of Queens. Her sudden appearance was a cause of fright for a few people, but she didn't pay much mind to them. The sun was setting at dusk, and she didn't want to be out after dark. Maria was thankful to have brought the notebook along, as it contained directions to the apartment’s address—based on landmarks from each of the 4 great neighborhoods of New York City. Putting her new super speed to good use, she reached downtown Manhattan fast enough. After some searching, she found the apartment block her grandfather wrote down, and went to apply to the receptionist. There, she met a fair young woman, with short brown hair, blue eyes, a nice pair of oval glasses, and a silky white blouse. "Good evening, how can I help you?", she asked Maria when she applied. "Good evening. Is there an apartment here rented under the

Chapter 01”Resurrection” BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mEWlGLkjIw "Sayonara...Shadow the Hedgehog," said a young girl. Her blood began to pool beneath her, lying on a cold metal floor. "Maria!" cried out the hedgehog, Shadow, from inside an escape pod. It was firmly sealed and ready to blast off into space and towards the blue planet, Earth. Maria could only smile a sad smile as she watched the hedgehog that had been her best friend bang on the side of the escape pod with his fist, trying his hardest to break through it before it launched towards Earth. She knew she would never see him again, nor would he see her. She would have cried, but she was almost already gone by the time the pod launched towards the planet that she would never truly get to see. "I'm...so sorry, Shadow. I wish we...could see each other...again...one day..." Maria said. Those would be the last words she said before her eyes closed, and the world became the darkest black... "Initializing

**/11,000 BCE: The first wave of Chaos Control affects the past and future of both Earth and Mobius, transporting the first wave of mobians onto Earth. Changes in human civilizations were relatively minuscule, as the mobians were organized as small isolated tribes all over the world. Some humans considered mobians to be people just like them, but the rest held xenophobic prejudice—human tribes saw them as malicious, otherworldly creatures, cryptids, or even spirits. Others never noticed their existence to begin with. But the course of human history remained quite similar to ours, even with the presence of mobians. **/Circa 9,000 BCE: Mobian Monotreme Tribes from Oceania migrated north, crossing the Beringia land bridge into North America. Moving south, most were wiped out due to the presence of megafauna and human tribal conflicts, the remaining Mobian Monotremata settled in isolated locations on the Central North and South American continents. These settlements eventually grew into

Part 1 July 15th, 2011 11:03pm. Station Square, Florida, USA. “.............SONIC HELP MEEEEE!” “AAAAAAAHHH!” Sonic woke up screaming from a nightmare. “*pant* *pant*...*rubs face* mmmnnnn-ugh...my head………...*sigh* Chris……” Red-eyed and clammy from his cold sweat, he sat up with his head hung low, then slid back into his pillow. Sonic was having a hard time sleeping for the past 6 days since Chris left for Austria. During this time, he was dreaming of Chris’ current whereabouts, which ended up warping into a nightmare, this time the nightmare felt more vivid. “Mmmnnn...it’s only been 3 days....” Sonic thought out loud. Though Sonic had been hanging out with Chris for a couple years recently, only now he’s been having dreams of the past, when he knew Chris as a kid—with all the adventures and antics tied to it. But as he was reminiscing, one particular dream stood out, an experience he couldn’t fathom being reminded of. BGM: Another OST - Track 6

September 20th, 1991. 11:40 pm. If you consider carefully sifting through a bunch of stone slabs to figure out some ancient and lost language to be a waste of time, archaeologists are quick to change that. You would have to love the subject just enough to risk getting your feet wet, and your hands dirty, because in the end the work pays off; you could even learn something as simple and mundane as an alcohol transaction written on clay in Sumerian cuneiform—or something as grand as a secret about an Egyptian Pharaoh’s tomb. Thankfully, one practitioner is currently out of harm's way, so to speak. As Steven Spielberg’s movie Raiders of the Lost Ark still reverberates among Cambridge University’s youth, this ‘practitioner’ is a fairly young Professor of Archaeology called Tobias Bernet. Even though he was a member of university staff, he wasn’t an official instructor, but like Dr. Jones he dedicated himself to working in the field. Though he hasn’t been out in the field for a while now