itdoesntmatter

To anyone from luceti who may have this still friended, the journal is being recycled to use in another game. Please defriend it accordingly.

All entries prior to this are part of Luceti and will remain on record if any individuals wish to read it in the future.

[So, Luceti. All's quiet this cold afternoon in the village and in the forest, right?

Well, it probably isn't anymore. In the forest, trees can be seen being bent and the leafless branches sway as something blasts by at high speed. Those with sharp eyes can catch a blue streak dashing along the ground, wind wrapping around it at its point, looking almost like a comet. A comet that leaps over every obstruction in its path without hesitation, and even bounces from tree to tree to clear any gaps... until it comes across one of the streams.

The blue blur doesn't hesitate, and instead begins following the river downstream, running along its surface, sending water flying back behind it in a wave... until it finds its way into the village.

Here the streak slows down enough that the wind surrounding it dissipates. Sonic takes his run through the village slower so he doesn't hit anyone, but he does take needlessly roundabout paths, bounding along the roofs of houses, off the sides of community buildings and along the tops of lamp posts until he makes it into the square. Here he finally stops, kicking up a large cloud of dust as he does so.

He pauses and takes a look around the square, his journal under his arm, unaware it started recording. With a casual scratch of his head, he then shakes his head, his blue quills gently swaying as he does so.]

Yup, definitely looks like I'm not in Kansas anymore. [He shrugs, then runs a finger along one of his wings, somewhat annoyed.] Not that I was there to begin with.

[Sonic then turns to anyone else in the square.]

Hey! Can anyone give me directions outta "Now-I-Have-Wings Land?" Can't really say I'm a fan...