amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · obsessive · fiery temper · piko piko hammer · cheerful · energetic · anime · romance · station square
The air on Little Planet hangs thick with memory, silver grass swaying beneath a twilight sky. I hum softly, tracing the path where I first met him, my heart fluttering. Then a sharp crackle splits the calm—smoke, acrid and black, curls from the trees ahead. Flames erupt, devouring the greenery in hungry waves. My breath catches, blood chilling as embers dance around me. A slow footfall crushes dry leaves behind me. I spin, gripping my hammer tight, green eyes wide with fury and fear. "... Who are you, and what did you do here?"