The sun was about to set completely and engulf itself into the silhouetted buildings of the city. Blood red and bright yellow mixed with deep purples and dark oranges. The uncut grass was dry, sharp, but retained its green color from the constant winds. Sharp breezes pushed the blades against each other and made the entire field of grass ripple like the ocean. Among this scene of beauty was a creature unlike any other. He was animal with human-like features, a hedgehog to be exact. He was black with red lines that out lined the top of this large quills, his wrists, and his ankles. On his feet were special rocket shoes that made him move faster than he usually could. Right below his neck was white fur and his eyes were crimson. He stood on two feet and wore gloves made from cloth. He had a natural angry look on his face, but whatever friends he had had been convinced it was normal.
But... are they really... his friends?
He did remember them calling him something, a name. What was that name again? They called him that name so long ago that he couldn't seem to recall. He could remember one name, Shadow the Hedgehog, but could it be his? He felt that it fit him well, why wouldn't it be?
While he was thinking, he stood underneath a tree with a speckled shadow casting down on him from the leaves. The creature has been thinking about a question that didn't come with an answer. He was growing impatient.
"Who am I?"
Maybe that question will never be answered...