Okay, this is the explanation of how everything, or almost everything that has happened in my series. Uhm, I suggest u read this first.... Uhm, I guess that's it.. now on with the story! The Beginning By Silver Star Starring: Ancient Walkers (c) Archie Comics. Arthair (c) Archie Comics. Silver Star (c) Silver Star. Apollo (c) Silver Star. Aurora (c) Silver Star. FLiCKiE Island (c) Archie Comics. The dark hooded characters I describe are actually (c) Archie Comics. Three large scaly reptiles slowy crept towards a circle. They stepped into the light, their bodies glimmering in the starlight. They wore large ancient painted masks as they chanted in a strange language. Two cream coloured echidna watched with rapture. Suddenly the chant ended in a thunderous "Cha!" as they pointed their decaying wooden staffs towards the mother's womb. Suddenly her stomach began to glow, a luminous pink then blue. It had begun. Arthair, a dusty red echidna scuffled out of the darkness smiling. "They give you their blessings." He sighed contentfully. "Your wife shall give birth eight hours and fifty one minutes after that star has disappeared from FLiCKiE Island's sight." He looked at the male echidna as he pointed at the glimmering silver star. "Now go, you haven't much time." Arthair sighed as he disappeared into the darkness along with The Ancient Walkers. The two echidnas nodded as they scurried out of the crater, and headed back to FLiCKiE Island. Eight hours and fifty one minutes after the star's silver-shining light disappeared from sight, it began. The blessing, on which The Ancient Walkers had laid upon the mother's womb, wasn't just any blessing, it was an insurance, an insurance that everything would stay balanced: just how they had planned. The Ancient Walkers held an old leather bound book in thier hands as they quickly scribbled the words: Silver Star. Not too long after the burial of his wife, the egg began to crack. A little black nose emerged from within the sticky pink ooze, then a head, eyes closed, it pushed the shell open with it's tiny three-fingered hands. Apollo smiled as his daughter opened her crystal blue eyes and squinted in the light. He washed her off, and named her Silver Star. He was soon to briad her mangled messy hair and drees her in a baby pink floral sun dress. In no time at all she started walking and talking, awkward at first, but soon she became to grasp stability. He taught her every night about her mother, her past, her future. He read her stories and fantasyland novels he had heard from his father long ago. She sat in rapture, hanging onto his every word. One day, Silver Star sat patiently waiting for her father out on the steps. She stared at a light blue coloured bird. It "FLiCKYed" at her, in almost a mocking way. She looked insulted but then stood, and chased the bird. The bird stopped, surprised at the pup's sudden movement, then tore off into the sky "FLiCKYing" all the way. She smiled to herself, then turned around to her father's disapproving look. HE explained to her later that she must live in harmony with the FLiCKiE Birds, or else she'd never survive. She smiled. Usually her father would make up stories and tickle her at the end, to reassure her he was only joking. He didn't this time. Her smile turned slowly into a frown. He turned and walked out of the room leaving a leather bound book behind. Her curiousity getting the best of her, she opened the book to find wonderous swiggles across the pages. She took out a crayon and doodled on a spare piece of paper, knowing all too well not to doodle on her father's books as she had done before and recieved a great punishment for it too. She immitated the lines and loops on the page, she repeated, over and over until she had perfected one page and then another and another. Apollo, noticing his daughter wasn't tagging along behind him as usual, stopped. Listened. He heard the scratches of a crayon upon paper. He crept towards his daughter's room and peered inside. He saw her doodling, on something, but what? Not his book, no, she had learned all to well the last time she had done that. He slowly sneaked inside and leaned over his daughter. He gasped in amazement. His daughter was writing out all the pages of the dictionary in Ancient Echidnian. He decided it was time for her to learn what they meant. Long teidious hours were spent with Silver learning the language. She longed to run about and play in the sun as other children do, but instead she was confined in the study sounding out words, and writing them over and over again. Tha Ancient Walkers smiled under their giant masks. It had begun. They sighed to one another. They knew she was special, and something would happen in the near future, but her intelligence had surprised them all. This they had not planned for, she had the brains of people ten years older than her, but she didn't have the drive to use them. This would create problems in the future for her. Her father, a good echidna anmed Apollo, tried very hard to encourage Silver Star to learn to read and write. He knew she had the intelligence to, only being 1 and a half Silver ignored her father's consitant pleas and bribary. Her father, whose patience had worn thin, locked Silver Star in the study one day, promising to let her out after she learned to use her great gift. Silver screamed and threw temper tantrums in fits of rage. Her father was not cruel, he longed to open the door to his daughter, but he knew he must be strict if he was to make her learn somehow. Time wore on and Silver gave in, she began to recite chapters in books continously, and write letters and words furiously on paper. Her father heard her, and saw her work. He eventually opened the door to his angered daughter and greeted her with a chocolate echidnian shake for her efforts. Her pout disappeared as soon as she viewed the shake. She ran towards it only to have it pulled out of reach. Her father made her promise that no matter what happened to him, she would continue her studies. She agreed, but questionned why, would he be leaving soon? Her father shook his head and smiled, "Just precautions." He sighed as he nervously looked out of the window. The morning after she had turned two she had decided to go outside for a morning walk. She sighed as she wobbled down the creaky wooden steps. She gained her balance when she stepped unto the soft grass. Then she skipped upon the cold grey stones playfully. She heard a loud noise come from the kitchen. She turned and said "Daddy?" She wobbled back up the steps and peered inside the doorway. She gasped in horror as she watched her father being dragged down the backdoor's steps by two hooded echidnas. She screamed after they left, she burst into tears as she ran into the kitchen painfully. She stopped when she saw the dark red pool slowly engulfing the lime green floor. She fell to her knees and cried. The blood soaked her light pink sun dress as she lay there sobbing sorrowfully. The Ancient Walkers shook their heads disapprovingly. They had no choice, it was the only way if she was going to be who she was supposed to be. They felt a pit of sorrow in their hearts. A feeling they had not experianced in years, as they watched the young white echidna cry in the pool of blood. They had wished that they could've done this at a later date. But her intelligence was so rapidly increasing, if they waited any longer, she would have too many memories, to much attachment. It was best this way, they agreed and slowly walked into the darkness once more. It had begun once more. --------------------------------------------------------- Like da story? Well whatcha standin' dere fur? E-mail me!