Young boy sat at the edge of the roof.
His feet were hanging by the edge.
He could see the whole town from up here.
Everything was silent.
Not even a whistle of the wind you would expect on a height like this.
Everything was always hot in this town.
The floor.
The buildings.
There wasn't much you could touch without getting your skin burned.
Silver learned that the hard way.
That's why he had to resort to the highest points he could reach.
Air was significantly cooler than down there.
It was cold enough to not burn your throat when you breathe. 
Even though you could still choke on the ashes in the air. 


        Again in the same spot I see. 


Ears perked in attention, shifting slightly. 


        Would you mind if I joined you?


He didn't move his head.
He wouldn't see anyone anyway way.


        No... Please.


Silver answered honestly.
Company was like a blessing for him.


        You seem off. 


Young psychic watched the orange-yellow light illuminate half destroyed buildings. 


        It's nothing.
        
Silence.


        ... 


        ...Its just... 


Silver hesitated. 


        I still can't shake the feeling that... 
        You're not actually real. 
        You know what I mean, right...? 


        You are afraid I am but a fragment of your imagination that your mind created out of utter loneliness and, that this fact would mark you as insane. 


       ...Yeah... Something like that. 


        I see why you might think that way. 
        However, I cannot assure you about your                 
        sanity. 
        But think about it this way:
        The fact that you hear my voice
        Doesn't it make me real to you? 


The hedgehog had to think for a moment. 
Then he gave a weak smile. 


        I guess that makes sense.


        I noticed you like this particular spot.
        Why?


Silver gazes at the horizon. He outstretched his hand and pointed in that same direction.


        When you look at the horizon... Far away.
        You don't see the flames.
        I like to imagine it's like that... All the time.


        You cherish this world.


        I... I do..
        I just wish I knew what to do. 
        I already know I can't rebuilt this world. 
        I'm not strong enough...


A moment of silence followed.
Silver turned his head to the bottom. To the flames.
Everything was engulfed in them. 
It was only flames. 
Flames on the ground.
Flames in the buildings.
Flames everywhere. 


        Do you truly wish to save this world?
        
        Of course. 


        Great goals often come with great price. 


        I would do anything to fix this.


        Anything?


        Anything.


A sudden decrease in temperature hit Silver from behind. His chest fur stood in attention faster than he himself reacted.
Small triangular ears perked and shifted from one side to another, finally stopping at the right when he heard a deep, reverberating voice closely to his ear.


        I can help you.


Silver felt his whole body became paralized.
Not because of any injury.
He was simply too stunned to move.


        Your sense of justice is admirable, Silver. 


His stiff muscles twitched, as the cold air pushing at his backside slowly moved to his side and soon struck his front. 
       
        And your unbreakable desire to keep pushing forward. 


Golden orbs, now with extremely thin irises moved slowly down. 


        You truly are an interesting individual.


His heart hurt for a moment.
He was never praised before.
        
        You said you will do anything to save this world. 


Thin, slender hand brushed slowly through white chestfur, reaching from behind him. 




        Do you meant it? 


Sharp, extremely long claws moving thick bushes of fur with extreme delicacy. 


        Would you, given the opportunity to undo the sorry state of this place, do anything do do it?


Silver had to remember to breathe.


        Y-yes.


He mustered.


        Would you do it no matter the cost?


His mouth felt abnormally dry.


        Y... Yes.


Sharp cold shiver ran down his other arm.
He never felt cold before. 


        Even if that meant sneaking out life of another being?


       ...


        Silver felt a flash of light appearing in his hazed mind.


        Kill...


The gentle touches stopped accordingly to the hesitant line.


        Have you ever heard of a flower, Silver?


A weight has been pushed against his backside.


        It's a small type of plant, colorful beyond your imagination, and smelling better than anything you have smelled in your entire life. 


He never felt someone's touch. 


        Have you ever heard of a plant before? 


He never felt so cold. 


        In the past they were everywhere.
        A green grass covered the ground.
        It would not burn you when you touched it.
        You could have stood on it barefoot and it would feel really soft against your skin.
There were trees as high as buildings, that could give you fruits of all kind, and these would be the sweetest things you've ever ate.


       ...Soft grass...


        The skies had the most beautiful shade of blue you would ever see.


Grey eyelids dropped slowly. 


        And blue skies...


        There were 4 seasons, each entirely different from one another.


Silver felt his stiff muscles relaxing, one by one.


        There was spring in which everything was coming to life and all types of plants started growing.
        There was summer, which was a time of joy and people would spend time with their family and friends.


        Family....


        There was autumn, in which leaves on the trees were all the different colored. 
        There was winter, which was the time when everything turned white as thousands of small, white snowflakes rained from the sky, and none of the snowflakes was like the other.


Silver gazed, eyes half lidded, at the horizon, his body completely relaxed more than ever. 


        All of this could still happen, Silver.


        You could make it happen.


        You can make this happen.




        All you have to do




        Is to do
       


        What




        I




        Say.