Silver was floating around Mystic Ruins, picking some fruit off the trees and what not. He had stumbled across a chameleon in the middle of the forest, Espio, one of his best friends.

He seemed to be writing in a journal or diary of some sorts. Silver peeked over his shoulder to read it, he saw the last thing he expected to see. The whole book seemed to be some long poem about Silver, and how much Espio admired his strengths.

“Hey, Espio…” Silver muttered behind Espio with pink cheeks.