Origin of the Chaos Emeralds

The Chaos Emeralds...what are they really? I've scoured all over Angel Island for any kind of scroll, parchment, hell, even some kind of stone tablets that relate to the Emeralds origins, but to no avail. But recently, I came upon part of what appears to be a journal, possibly from a Guardian of long ago. In it, there seems to be a list of some sort, relating to each individual Emerald and ironically, some sort of name and personality given to each.
For the sake of the decrepit state of the old journal, I'll be recording the list into my own journal. This is what it says...

"Fury...the man clad in blood-red armor. Out of the 8 gods that rule and protect my world, this one is the fiercest. No mortal nor god I have seen is able to become more enraged or infuriated than he. As well, he seems to be the physically strongest out of them all, although pure brute strength cannot match that of true power. If Fury were a mortal, he would be put to death, since that would be the only way to sate his inner rage. There is no need to witness his strength or anger to see that he is a man not to be trifled with; jet black hair, spiked to a short fringe, along with the blackest eyes and dark skin give him the appearance of a demon...
"Love...a beautiful sight indeed. She seems to move in such a way that it captivates any mortal that witnesses her. Her flowing dark blue hair alone causes us to stare in awe. And her eyes, they give off such a lustful glare. Every man I know has attempted to court her, even women, but to no avail. Of course, no mortal could ever court a goddess. Such is the madness of lust, I suppose. And what a beautiful robe she has! I know many people that would kill to have her robe. Pure blue silk that gleams in the sunlight, the moonlight, even in the midst of twilight.
"Bright...such a cheerful child. His golden-yellow hair and sweet smile give off a radiance of happiness that knows no bounds. A man could be at the depths of Hell, at his wits end, and yet the mere presence of this boy would pull him from the darkness of his mind and make him whole again. Time and time again, Brights presence has helped many people with their woes, although they would have no idea that it was him who helped. He seems to enjoy portraying himself as just another boy of our world, even down to the ragged clothes he wears. But it is his smile that gives him away, always.
"Pure...another lovely goddess, but as where Love is lusted for by mortals, Pure is loved for an entirely different reason; her innocence and kindness knows no bounds. A white star in the darkness that seems to be life, she guides us with a gentle squeeze of the hand, leading us on the path of purity. Even ones that have fallen from this path, no matter how far they have strayed, she has helped them get back on it and right themselves. And anyone who sees her knows it the instant she comes into view; a sparkling white dress that shines, even in darkness, eyes the color of the clouds, giving anyone who stares into them the feeling of being up in the clouds themselves, and her long silver hair gives off a gleam that rivals that of Love herself.
"Sky...out of the 8 gods, he is by far, the most energetic. I have never seen that boy stopping, always on the go, always needing to do something. He zooms about the world, doing deeds of both right and wrong, seemingly as fast as the wind! Yet that mischievous smile is as bright as the blue sky, always seeming to put a smile on any face. As where Brights presence made people happy, the actions of Sky is what made people happy, whether it was to help or prank. His brown hair, pulled back into a rogue knot, represents his sneaky, yet cheerful way of life, and from a distance, his attire befits that of a rogue.
"Storm...quite the odd one, she is. No one really sees her much, due to her demeanor. Storm seems to be sad all the time, even in the presence of Bright and Sky, no matter what they do. And her presence to us mortals does the exact opposite of Bright; it turns the skies dark, along with the hearts of the people as rain pours, tinted purple as to represent the tears in her own heart. No one knows that much else about her, sadly. It's a waste that such a lovely woman would be cursed with sadness...
"Chaos...by far, the oddest out of the 8 gods. His maniacal laughter can be heard echoing throughout the world, piercing any volume of sound. A psychotic one, to be sure, his spiky green hair tempers the already insane look of the man. And his eyes, his blood red eyes...few have looked him in the eyes and lived, and even fewer still have contained their sanity. The rest were either killed without remorse or went insane as much as the person that caused it. I would dare say he is even more dangerous than Fury, although I have yet to see them quarrel. To cross swords with this man is to cross swords with a beast that has no thought on life or death; just the rush that comes with it...
"The final god...he seems to have no name and has never been seen, yet the others always refer to a higher being called 'Master'. Whoever this Master is, I would surely rue the day his fury would come upon us if he could keep Chaos in line. I just pray that day never comes..."



The rest of the text beyond this point is unable to be read, both due to the hands of time and the tears and worn ink. Yet, the end of this old journal is what intrigues me the most and makes me believe the previous entry describes each Emerald. From what I was able to read, there was some sort of event that occurred on Mobius centuries ago. An evil presence made itself known and began to swallow Mobius whole! But when the world was near it's brink, the gods apparently stepped in. And in the end, they had to restrict themselves into specially made jewels. These jewels housed the power of the gods, and when harnessed, gave the user immense power. Even one of these jewels were said to give the strength, speed, and agility of 100 men! And when the 7 were brought to the 'Master', it would literally make the user a god...and since there was many battles and wars just to obtain a single jewel, the people started calling them the 'Chaos Emeralds'.
I seemed skeptical at these findings at first, yet something piqued my interest into this a while back. A young boy, an apprentice you might say, returned from a journey from over 12 years ago. He had returned 7 years prior but this appearance is what made me start thinking.
The boy, Matthew Dimunsis, is the son of a great Saiyan warrior, Zelex. I had raised Matthew after Zelex was murdered by some being calling himself Freeza, and I've always seen him as sort of a son. When he turned 12 years old, I felt his was time for him to leave and search for Freeza, to exact revenge for his parents murder. I knew I couldn't stop him; the power that boy has is beyond anything I've seen. But when he left, I have him a gift to remember me, and in essence, his home; the green Chaos Emerald, the one that old journal refers to as 'Chaos'. I thought it was pure coincidence of the events that occurred after Matthew came back, but as they turned over and over again in my head, something clicked.
There seemed to be an entity inside the Emerald! And for the 12 years that it was with Matthew, they developed some sort of...friendship, if you can even call it that. What seemingly looks like Matthew yelling at the jewel around his neck, he is apparently arguing with the entity inside. And at either Matthews consent or out of pure will, this entity takes over him, with one tale-tell sign; his eyes. They turned from Matthews deep green to a blood red. His voice changes too; a much deeper tone with a hint of what people call insanity behind it. This being calls himself Chaos, which is when I started to realize that the journal I found may have not been the ramblings of some loon.

I truly have no idea what the Chaos Emeralds are. I do know though, that it is my purpose in life to guard them against whatever evil that comes to use them for their own selfish wishes. And when it's my time to go, I hope that the person I appoint to take my place protects this world with the same love that I do. And that boy may just be the one I choose...


-Knuckles