The greatest gift us humans have is the ability to imagine and recreate. At least, that's my opinion.

But think about it. Most of us, if not all of us have an imagination that is stirred even more by the gain of knowledge about the world, and everyone has different thoughts. Some plan and calculate with this knowledge, imagining the cause and effect of situations theoretically. Others use unique knowledge to better themselves, like cooking or gardening tips, or martial arts stances and moves. Some use the knowledge against other people, whether it's for war strategy or selfish, trivial gains.

Some use knowledge to recreate knowledge of their own. More artistically speaking, some people use knowledge to recreate characters, things, weapons, relics, or even entire worlds of their own; whether it is for entertainment value, or isolation from the world of harsh reality. Either way, there are some of those many people that strive to bring their world as close to a reality as possible.

This is something I'd like to do. I make up worlds in my mind using my imagination because sometimes I want to tune out of reality. I don't have a bad life; in fact, I have a very blessed life. I have a loving family, and good friends, and I'm intelligent enough that I keep school grades from dropping too low, but it's just the way I am. Whether it's my Aspersers or who I am, I can't really say for sure. All I can say is that most of the time, I lock myself up in my world of imagination, daydreaming; daydreaming of my adventures in the realms of Sonic the Hedgehog, as my fan-character who was named after me. In my mind, I am transformed into the anthropomorphic ewe dressed in simple garb, roaming whatever moss-covered forest my mind comes up with.

But it's only daydreaming after all.

That is…until the daydream became real.

I lay there listening to the soft sounds of the tide rolling back and forth across the sands of the beach. Sunset was coming by the golden, orange sky as the cotton candy pink clouds withered away with the gentle breeze that overtook the area.

I had been here for an entire day, and I was so weak I couldn't move. My entire body ached with a pain that was unreal; especially my feet since I lost my shoes long ago, and I had been running nonstop on bare feet. Usually I wouldn't complain, since I liked being bare foot, but I wasn't exactly frolicking in the meadow.

And wearing a gown didn't help. It might have been a lovely Celtic gown, but it didn't make me agile like an Olympic gymnast or anything. Heck, I wasn't even that when I WASN'T wearing a gown.

I wasn't the skinniest girl in the land, and I wasn't the prettiest either. I suppose I consider myself an average looker…

After all, I believed for a long time that physical appearance didn't matter in a person.

How I got lost on that topic, I'll never know.

All I knew was that I was tired, achy, hungry, and even sleepy.

Somehow I ended up in this place, and I spent all day trying to figure out where I was. Would you believe that I had been transported to another world? Yep…and the very thing I have to thank for that is this ring.

Around my finger was a ring with green and diamond jewels indented between the golden weaves.

This ring had the power to bring what I drew to life. I decided to be silly and draw a little swirl on a pad of paper while I wore the ring.

BIG mistake.

That little swirl popped out of the pages and sucked me in like an inter-dimensional portal; or even more like a black hole. After being flushed down that thing, I was sent into a different world somehow garbed in the Celtic gown that I was wearing now. I'll admit, I liked it very much; it fit like a glove and I had imagined it up once before, so it was a dream come true.

But this wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare.

You know how I know this is a different world? Well, I don't know how but I was running through Mobius strips at speeds I never thought I could accomplish; I got pecked to death by angry Flickies, and I was nearly decimated by a pack of robots.

As you can clearly tell, I ended up in the Sonic universe. To be more exact, actually…it is the Sonic X TV show…That black swirl-like portal attached itself to my TV while I was watching it, and THAT was what I got sucked into. Such an obvious observation escaped me somehow...

Hey, it happens.

But I never saw the blue hedgehog or his friends. All I got was an unwelcome greeting.

I wanted to cry.

In fact, I did. I was crying right there while I was lying on the beach in pain. I was lying on my side, and I buried my face into my massive sleeves, with the skirt of my gown sprawled out on the sand. I wanted to go home. I didn't want to be in this world anymore; I thought it would be fun to meet Sonic the Hedgehog and his friends for real, but I never even got a chance to look for them.

"Why are you crying?"

It was a high-pitched, mechanical sounding voice coming from behind my head.

I knew that voice.

I managed to turn my head to see the little dark robot with the jet booster strapped to his back, kneeling down by me and looking at me sadly with those beady yellow lens-like eyes. His name was Bokkun as far as I knew, and he was one of Eggman's little robots; his messenger to be exact. In the show, Bokkun would bring televised messages to Sonic and his friends and then the TV would explode; for comical humor.

Personally, I stopped finding that funny when the self-destruct messages on Inspector Gadget got old.

But even for a whiny crybaby, Bokkun was still somewhat an adorable character.

"…I'm lost," I said, wiping my eyes dry. I also hoped that Bokkun would be just as naïve as a child, so I could talk to him more easily without so many questions asked.

"You are?" Bokkun asked. "Well, where did you come from?"

Execute instant plan; Cliché amnesia. "…I can't remember," I replied. "All I know is that I don't belong here…and I had such a hard time that I got hurt and I can hardly move…" That last bit was half truth thrown in. I also wasn't a bad actress, so I retained a sad look.

Bokkun easily bought it, and he looked sympathetic. "You're hurt? Do you need help?"

"…you want to help me?" I asked.

Bokkun nodded quickly.

"Well, what do we have here?"

I didn't like the other voice, and while it wasn't Eggman, it wasn't anyone I would be able to fool as easily as Bokkun. Walking up beside Bokkun was a white bat, with features overbearing with femininity; make-up, large breasts, and an hourglass shape, fit into a dark jumpsuit and white high-heel boots. This was Rouge the Bat, and her most notorious trait was the affinity for jewels.

With that given, I could see that she was eying the ring on my hand with interest.

"This pretty lady's hurt!" Bokkun said, flailing his arms wildly. "She's lost and she can't remember anything either!"

Did…Bokkun just say I was…pretty?

"…sounds like really bad luck to me," Rouge remarked.

"Rouge…do you think we can help her?" Bokkun asked, twiddling his thumbs.

"Don't know, squirt," she said, walking around me. "You know that the Dr. doesn't like wasting time with generosities like helping the needy."

"Please Rouge!" begged Bokkun with his hands clamped together. "We don't even have to bug Dr. Eggman! We could help her ourselves, couldn't we?"

"Sorry, but I'm not free either," Rouge said. "I don't come without a price, and it isn't cheap, mind you."

Bokkun looked desperately between me and Rouge to figure out what to do.

I tried to get up. "It's okay," I said. "I can probably—!" but I spoke too soon because the ache was too much for me to be able to get up, so I collapsed back onto the ground. "…ow."

"Don't push it too hard now," Rouge said. "You really aren't in any condition to move around by yourself, by the looks of it."

"…if you help me…" I uttered. I couldn't believe I was going to do this, but after thinking, I knew how I could do it. "…I'll reward you."

"Really now?" Rouge asked, raising an eyebrow in interest. "What could you possibly reward me with, anyway?"

"…I could get a Chaos Emerald for you."

Rouge's eyes widened, but only slightly so no one else noticed. "…could you really?" she finally chuckled in amusement. "I highly doubt that a simple girl like you could get one."

"…I may not remember where I come from," I said; pushing the lie that I had amnesia, "but I still remember that I have magical powers…and these powers are capable of getting a Chaos Emerald."

"Is that so?" Rouge said.

"I would try to prove it, but…I can barely move as you can see," I added.

Rouge just looked at me suspiciously. I realized the controversy of what I was promising. If I came from somewhere else, and I had amnesia, then how would I know what the Chaos Emeralds were? I think Rouge realized that, because she turned her back on me.

"Sorry, not interested," she said. "It was a good try though."

I felt pretty desperate, and luckily, a backup idea came up in my head. "Wait…maybe I can't get you a Chaos Emerald, but maybe something else in exchange?" With my right hand, I dug my finger in the sand and began to draw something out, which actually made Rouge look over.

I drew a simple diamond in a 3-D scale, and then I held the hand with the ring over it. The jewels on the ring began to glow and twinkle, and so did the outlines of the drawing in the sand. The outlines peeled off the sand and began to float in mid air.

Bokkun stared in awe while Rouge watched in bewilderment.

Soon, the outlines gained volume, and became an actual tangible object, which turned into a clear, beautiful diamond jewel.

Rouge marveled at the diamond that placed itself in my hand, while I held it up.

"Wow!" Bokkun exclaimed. "That really is magic!"

"…too much like magic," Rouge murmured thoughtfully, even though she was clearly impressed.

The ache in my arm let it fall to the sand, while I let out a deep breath. This dropped the diamond onto the shore, with Rouge picking it up and inspecting it closely; just to make sure it was real.

According to her, it was. A smile crossed her face while she looked at it, humming happily. "Not bad," she said. "Not bad at all."

"I can make more…" I mumbled. It seemed like making that diamond took a little out of me, and now I was more tired that I was before, trying to fight the urge to close my eyes and sleep. "…but if you just help me this once."

"Alright, I'll buy it for now," Rouge said. "We'll sneak you into the base for tonight so you have a bed to sleep in at least."

I was amazed how easily Rouge and Bokkun helped me onto my feet; all this time I thought their small size would cut them back, but in reality I was on my feet without a sense of gravity pulling me back down.

Of course, the two of them were actually flying me through the air by my arms. That amazed me even more.

Shortly, they brought me to a red fortress built with metal walls and the logo of a man's face with a mustache on some of the walls. Surely this was Eggman's mark, indeed confirming that they had brought me to the destination.

Rouge and Bokkun set me down, observing the perimeters. "Bokkun, you're going to have to distract some of the security units," Rouge whispered. "There's no way I'm slipping right past them with the girl."

"Okay…" Bokkun murmured, taking off into the fortress. It wasn't long until a group of robots was chasing Bokkun around, while the little robot laughed maniacally. For some reason he was holding up a spatula and occasionally beating them with it.

I giggled.

"C'mon," Rouge instructed sternly, pulling me along into the dark corridors of the fortress. Luckily, I wasn't too achy to run around, paying close attention to where Rouge was pulling me so I didn't trip.

Once again; running in a dress here!

Rouge got me into the facility and into a lone room. It was some kind of storage room, with a variety of many different things in here; piles of scrap metal, wooden and metal crates with more of Eggman's mark on them, and other undistinguishable things.

Rouge made sure to check outside the door before she closed it. "This place has the lowest security," she whispered. "This is the best you're gonna get."

I was just fine with that. Anything sounded good, and while rummaging through the storage, I even found a lumpy old mattress. I decided not to question how it was in here (or where it's been for that matter) and I lied down on it with some relief.

I was almost asleep by the time Bokkun made it into the storage room, and knelt down by me. "Are you going to be okay now?" he asked.

I opened my eyes as best as I could. "Yes…thank you," I murmured.

Bokkun smiled. "And don't worry! In the morning, I'll sneak out some food for you!"

"That…sounds nice," I mumbled. Shortly after, I was asleep again.