How many centuries have I been on this planet already? I have seen one generation of echidna rise only to wither and die, and be replaced by another. I used to be able to do whatever I wanted. I wouldn't have to rule over this state in such a bored fashion... I could just rip a hole in time and space and attack one world after another...
But no. I am stuck here, with limited capabilities.
Osiris, one of the first echidnas I fathered and who regularly takes up the identity of Enerjak with several others in my inner circle, came to me in the Avatar's Chambers. I refer to him as Enerjak and he to me as whatever identity I have assumed for the average lifespan's time. We do this to keep this charade going.
He said it was about high time he "died" and thus was off-duty for about one hundred years, until when no people would be left in the country who remembered his voice or personality. This "death" that my closest servants cycle through ensures that outsiders believe the idea that "Enerjak" is just a mantle assumed by some mortal, unaware the true Enerjak is right under their nose...
During our talks, I lamented on how much had changed since I brought order to Mobius' chaos. One friend after another betrayed me, but I ensured they all joined my side again... oh, how I relish the memories of Sonic, Shadow, Tails and countless others' faces as I extracted their very souls and forced them back into my ranks. Those were the days where Core extraction and Prelate formation weren't hard work; I could summon dozens or maybe even hundreds at once!
Changing from my Avatar garb into the Enerjak armor of note - him of course being rendered "naked" in the process, though being furry, what did he care? - I then pondered my downfall. I could defeat every hedgehog except one... a traveller from a time and place I knew not of, but my Prelates had discovered. He amused me with his ability to get back up one beating after another, but I was careless. I threw one blast of energy after another at him... and he wised up and began throwing them back at me.
Alas, my boasting of my powers had given him the hint he needed to humble me!
Just as I was about to finish him the old fashioned way... dear Lara intervened. She drained nearly all of my power, though I was smart enough to escape with what little I have... and here I am.
The thought two children managed to defeat me... it boiled my blood. I slammed my fist into the wall, cracking it in ways never seen before...
...and then it hit me.
I used to go by "Knuckles." I was named for the brute strength I possessed, and the tool I used to dish it out.
I had become too reliant on my supernatural capabilities as "Enerjak." That was why that traveller defeated me. If I had just taken him out physically, I wouldn't be in this mess. Hard to reflect a punch!
...I smiled. I had found my mistake. I wouldn't repeat it.
And the next time I see the traveller, I will overwhelm him with my brute force. And this planet... this world, it will provide the resources I need to march triumphantly back to the Old Nekronopolis. Hang tight, children. Your lord and master will add you to his collection shortly!