It was a nice day, sunny, a little cloudy, but nice. Katie and Knuckles where relaxing in the field close to Katie's house, no-one but Katie, knew about him, as she knew that people would probably go nuts if they saw a red, up-standing echidna, they'd probably end up calling the cops, and that, wouldn't be good. So she kept him a secret. Knuckles didn't mind, in fact he kind of liked it, as he didn't want people at him all the time. Katie had grown quite attached to him, though he was still a little unsure of himself. "Wow, it's pretty cold for a sunny day", he pointed out as a chilly breeze...

It was a dry, warm day, school started in like 5 minutes, "where is Shimmer?" the green dragon groaned as he rolled over on his stomach, "remember Danny, she's new here", his friend Carlos replied, fanning out his black and blue silver tipped wings. "She's taking forever, if we wait any longer we'll be late", Danny sat up, "that's rich coming from you, I mean, usually آپ don't care about being late..." Carlos smirked, Danny snorted, "well, being late in front of a girl on her first day, isn't very...inspiring or...setting a good example", Carlos' smirk just grew, "you just don't want to be...

A/N:Back again!First chapter was just a few days ago,and i know it had nothing to do with magic,AND it was short,but it was really just an intro chapter.this chapter skips to seven years later,where the other main characters are introduced....But i'm just rambling now...on with the story!
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*Seven years later*

A mop of red hair growled lowly as a sharp ringing disturbed his otherwise peaceful rest.the boy tried to sink deeper into his بستر sheets,attempting to ignore the noise.But کہا noise continued to ring louder and louder,untilblindly lashed out,attempting...

A/N:Yo!The name's Taikamodo!I felt like writing a story in my own Universe,outside of my Naruto story,snd since my idea fits into the Fantasy catagory,i decided to write it here!
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A young six سال old boy dashed through the barren streets,carrying a loaf of روٹی wrapped in plastic.His bright red hair drooped over his equally red eyes as he madly ran,trying to escape his pursuers,the rain peltering down on his head.He was an orphan.his mother had died during childbirth,and his father had abandoned him when he'd turned two.Since then,he'd been living...