The first few years of my life went door without much trouble. Dad and I lived together, peacefully and almost bored-like, in the Mystic Cave Zone until that day... that dreadful day...
It was pretty peaceful until about 10:00 am that morning...that was when we saw him...a blue streak, almost impossibly fast, ran right past us. Shortly after, HE showed up...with his army of robots, he chased me and Dad out of the cave. Being a 3 jaar old, and having meer Echidna than Cat, I couldn't exactly stay on my feet very long, but that's when Dad set me on my under-developed paws, kissed my forehead, and told me goodbye. He told me...I needed to posses his courage...I ran. I ran for as long as I could, before falling to the feet of a strange red man, whom looked around, slowly leaned down, picked me up, and took me somewhere. Based on what Dad made me promise...that I would inherit my inner Lion...I honestly think...he passed me his courage...