The Master Emerald is Knuckles AU
The emerald was always wanted by others It has been held and used by many who wanted to do evil or to harness its power. Or change the world, make it anew. To destroy it. Since its creation it has always been an object of want Of power. Or desire. It never knew people who wanted to protect it Until the 7 echidna tribes decided to work together to protect the Emerald. That is when it got its first name The Master Emerald. For until these small creatures came to it, there was no distinction between the Chaos Emeralds For thousands of years the Master Emerald watched the Echidna. How they laughed and cried and prayed and lived and loved How they fought for it, bleed for it, defended it, survived for it. How each and every one of them protected it. For the first time It… wanted something. So, it enriched the lands, gave the people health and food, placed riches into the earth and made their home better. And the people came to worship it They threw celebrations for it Prayed to it And It could hear them Like little bells It felt even closer to the little lights that wanted nothing more than to protect it. But over time The Master Emerald wanted again It had never felt like this before. Ever. Watching them, the lights made it want more. It wanted to laugh and cry and pray and sing and live and… love. Just like the creatures that protected it. That worshiped it. It too wanted to protect them. For a gem of power that has never before chosen something, it chose to live. So one day when the shrine guardian was cleaning, the Master Emerald chose to become something else. It used its power to change itself. With a blinding light that shined across the island It called the 7 emeralds back to the main shrine And stepping off the empty pedestal onto the shrine floor was an Echidna with the brightest red fur that sparkled like rubies and long dreaded quills that drifted in an unfelt breeze. On his chest was a swoop of white so clear it was blinding. And the most stunning Purple eyes. Brighter than any mortal stone. This was the avatar of the Master The shrine guardian dropped their broom as the being spoke, “Greetings my Guardian, Hertha Of Clan Heart. It is a pleasure to properly greet you. You may call me Knuckles.”