It was a sweltering day across Mobius. The sun was shining, and the birds were chirping. On days like this, the Mobian youth would be running amok around the town and making their parents worried they would stay out too late. It was peaceful now...it had been for the past 200 years or so. No evil maniacs bent on world domination, no wars, no nothing. Everything had been bliss.
But as we all know...where there is bliss...there is ignorance.
A faint glimmer crossed the sky. Not many saw it...and no one payed it any mind at all. Just a strange glint of the suns rays that got caught in their eye. If they thought anything of it, they would think the glare was annoying or obnoxious.
Away from the city, where few had traveled and even fewer lived, lie a mountain range. These were the Ferris Mountains...the second largest mountain range in all of Mobius. On the edge of a sturdy cliff that jutted out from the mountain's face, there was an unusually large log house, plopped onto the grassy terrain.
As the sun rose, it peaked through a hole in a tattered curtain. A white hedgehog slept in a bed...the suns ray on a crash course with his unaware eyes. As the made there way up his eyelid, and pierced the flesh straight to the eyes, he sprang up automatically. It was as if this had been a natural alarm clock his whole life. It was only natural that he got up when the sun did as well. In the bed across the room from him lay a lump of hedgehog, still laying under the covers. He had the good side of the room...the side where the sun didn't reach you until some time in the afternoon.
"Good morning you lazy star-gazing bum!" His usual good morning salute. He wondered if his brother ever heard it...and if he did, he probably just disregarded it and headed straight back to dreamworld. It was strange...they were twins, but they weren't anything alike. He guessed that was the dilemma with twins...you had to try your best and differentiate yourself from what was basically a clone. Ken dyed his hair a while ago...but if your personalities were the same, what was even the point. "They still look cool..." he said as he muttered to himself in a water splashed bathroom mirror. He flicked his front quills out of his eyes and smiled.
He headed down the creaky wooden stairs, making sure to be as quiet as possible, for some unbeknownst reason. Peaking over a rail, he saw his mentor...mentor wasn't even the right word for it. It was more like his own father. Father...he couldn't remember the face of his real father...just the shriveled burning remai-. Now wasn't the time for those thoughts.
The old man of a hedgehog, with glistening fine grey hair, sat at a table with a steaming mug in his hand. Ken tried ever so quietly to make his way behind the old man. He was going to scare the daylight out of him today! When he went to tap the hedgehog on the shoulder, he had disappeared instantly. He was at the sink, behind Ken, now.
"Aw c'mon Silver! Using Chaos Control on me isn't fair!" Ken whined.
"Scaring your master isn't relatively nice either, my dear Ken." The old man's voice was rickety. It had only been fourteen years since he had met Silver...but somehow he felt he knew him longer. Silver handed the boy a glass of white liquid. Ken asked no questions, and gulped down the entire glass. It turned out to be milk. "Aren't you late for your morning training rou-"
"I almost forgot!" Ken interrupted hastily. He ran out the door, and was greeted with a beautiful morning sky. Up in the mountains, you'd think being closer to the sun would make it hotter, but that wasn't true in the slightest. It was the perfect temperature. Ken looked to the green field, where trees amassed themselves in a cluster to gather the suns bountiful light. Some of the trees could be seen with slight divots in their trunks, desperately trying to repair their broken stems. They would have no such luck! Ken wouldn't let them rest!
With a swift kick to the nearest trunk, a ripple was sent up it that shook the entire tree at it's roots.
"Alright! only nine-hundred and ninety-nine kicks more and I'll be done for the morning!" And then it would be back to it in the afternoon, after a healthy breakfast and a light snack.
And so it was time. It was time for them to pay. He had gone ignored for too long now. It was time these...Mobians...learned a lesson in humility. From the sun, emerged a single flicker of fire. It's target: Mobius.