I'm probably not going to say a lot of stuff at the beginning of all these chapters until later on. Or I might, but I'll just be responding to your comments.
When she was three, her world was taken away...
When she was eleven, a new world appeared to her...
Arianna Ariel Prime, formerly know as Katrina Leira, is connected to the Cybertronian afterlift- the Allspark. Almost eight years after discovering them, she is thrust into the Cybertronian war. But not only will she have to juggle dead Cybertronians, a civil war, and a few friends pulled along for the ride, but she will aslo have to face the demons of her past- and the destiny that lies on the road in front of her.
Cover art done by Bluedolphen 2212, a friend of mine on Wattpad. Thanks Blue!
Thomas Leira sped through the door, swiftly closing and locking it behind him. "Honey?" He turned to his wife Abigail, sitting on the living room sofa with their three year-old daughter Katrina.
"He found us." he said, causing her to gasp, "they're coming."
"Do we run?" she asked, picking up Katrina and standing.
"We don't have any time," he said, "I don't think we can."
"Quite right, Thomas."
The two adults turned to see a military-looking man standing at the door in the kitchen, biting onto one of the freshly made cookies that Abigail and Katrina had made. "It's been a long time, you two." said the man, brushing crumbs from his fingers as he finished the cookie.
Katrina had frozen in her mother's arms, looking at the man in fear. Her parents obviously didn't like him, so she immediately didn't like him either.
"Leland." said her father, a slight growl in his voice. No one noticed his arm shift, almost like he was getting ready to pull something out.
"Please, Thomas. I go by Silas now," said the man, smirking slightly. "Abigail, it's nice to see you again. And this must be your daughter. What is her name?"
"None of your business, Leland," said the young mother, moving her body slightly so that she was facing the hallway that led to the bedrooms.
"Now, now. No need to be so angry," he told them. His gaze hardened as he asked, "Your time is up. So what is your answer? Will you join me? Or will you die?"
"We both gave you our answer when you first kicked down the door," said Thomas, "We say no."
"Never," added Abigail.
Silas gave a disappointed sigh and said, "You would have been a fine part of my new world order. A pity that it has to end this way." A hand raised up to a button on his wrist.
"RUN ABIGAIL!" yelled Thomas. A knife leapt from his jacket sleeve and he slashed at Silas, who darted backwards, looking surprised, and Abigail rushed to the hallway, still carrying Katrina.
The two girls stopped at Katrina's room, and the mother quickly set her down and started pulling out Katrina's crib and removed the carpet, revealing a heavy-looking trap door. Abigail and Thomas had known that Silas would come after them, so they had made the trap door. Hopefully, it would be worth it. She lifted it up and put her daughter on the ladder that led downwards. "Stay down there and stay quiet, okay honey?" said Abigail.
Katrina nodded. "Are you coming?" she asked in the innocent- yet slightly scared voice of a three year-old. And she was scared. She wanted her mommy and daddy to stay with her, to comfort her like they had always done whenever she had gotten scared.
Abigail didn't answer for a bit, struggling to control her emotions, finally whispering, "Mommy and daddy love you. Always remember that." She pulled off the long necklace with the silver-rimmed blue stone that her step-brother had given her and that she always wore, putting it around her neck. "Now GO!"
Katrina nodded and started down the ladder, her hands shaking so much that she nearly fell several times. As soon as Katrina had reached the bottom, her mother closed the door, putting back the carpet and pulling the crib back into place, then rushed back into the living room to help her husband, pulling a knife from her own belt.
Masked troopers were already pouring into the house, and Thomas' body laid in the middle of the room, several bullet holes in his body and Silas rubbing a bloody cut that stretched across his face. He turned in surprise as Abigail gave a scream of anger, slashing the knife several times more across Silas' face and leaving him more scars. Then the guns rang out again, and her body fell to the floor in a limp bundle right across her husband, her hand on top of his.
"What about their daughter?" asked an official looking soldier. Silas looked around the house a bit more, blinking the blood that streamed into his eyes and said, "Pull back MECH and put a bomb right here in the middle. She won't survive."
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Katrina shivered in the cold basement, a small light flickering next to her. She was holding the necklace that her mother had given her, rubbing it as she had seen her mother done so many times. Where were her mommy and daddy? What were those weird noises that came from above her? She was scared.
Then, her world spiraled into chaos.
A massive burst of fire shot down from the trap door, nearly engulfing her and burning her. She gave a scream of fright as a part of the ceiling caved down in front of her, knocking the light away.
She stayed there, too scared to move as if the burning rubble would leap up and grab her and pull her to the ground.
The fireman and the police quickly arrived on the scene after the neighbors frantically called them. A fireman found the partially collapsed hole and pulled out the terrorized and shocked little girl, giving her to the paramedics.
Thomas and Abigail Leria were dead, both of them shot multiple times. Katrina had survived due to her parents quick thinking. Unfortunately, Katrina was too much in shock to say anything about her attackers except for one name that she only said once. A name that she would remember for the rest of her life.
Silas.
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[7 years later]
On top of the flat roof of the Richmond Children's Orphanage sat a young girl. She looked at the traffic zooming around on the street below her. She touched the silver-lined blue stone necklace around her neck and gave a small sad sigh.
Katrina Leria was a tall, lanky 10 year old. It had been seven pain-filled years ever since her parents died and her world turned upside down. Her pale blue eyes had a sad look around them, and her hair, once a brilliant black, had turned a pale snow white, which doctors said was from shock.
She was, as grown-ups said, a child that had grown up too early.
At the sound of footsteps behind her, she gave a sigh and stood up, seeing the orphanages' resident 13 year-old bullies, a pudgy red haired boy that looked like Dudley from the Harry Potter movies. Beside him flanked two smaller, even chubbier kids. The red-haired boy gave a small smirk and said in a slight sneering voice, "What'cha doing up here, Ghost?"
Katrina rolled her eyes at the nickname. It was obviously because of her white hair and her staying quiet most of the time. "None of your business, Chubbs." she said quietly.
Chubbs Darris had arrived at the orphanage only a few months after she had. He had instantly been a favorite of a lot of the kids, even having a small group around him a lot. He had instantly started teasing her on account of her silence and her white hair- secretly, so that the orphanage leaders didn't see him.
Chubbs obviously didn't like the answer, and his two cronies chuckled as he marched up and said, "Well, you need to have a reason. This is my spot, and I'm the only one allowed up here."
"It's a free for all, Chubbs," she said, "Anyone can come up here, not just you."
"Not my rules," he said, "Now get moving. I wanna be up here now, so get off!"
Before he could push her out of the way, she dashed to the side, causing him to stumble slightly and turn, an angry look on his face. "You're supposed to stay still! Get her boys!"
Katrina froze as the two boys rushed her. She always got frightened whenever someone rushed her. She was paralyzed with fear.
Then, a rough, Southern sounding voice in her head said, Move it, kid!
She instantly darted to the side, allowing the two chubby boys to run past her and turn, a little bit of shock on their faces.
"Well," said Chubbs, "looks like someone finally got some guts. Let's teach you a lesson." He walked over to a small shed on the top of the roof. Opening the door, he pulled out two crudely carved branches that were supposed to resemble swords, and tossed one over to her, saying, "Whoever wins gets the roof."
Katrina picked up the crude sword, watching as Chubbs held his loosely. Instantly, a female voice began criticizing his technique. Oh honestly. He isn't holding his sword right. I bet he can't use it either! I mean honestly-.
Okay, whoever is talking in my head right now, please shut up, the young girl quickly thought. She was pretty sure she heard another, younger male voice say, She can hear us? as she took up a ready stance.
The female voice began giving her a few tips. Hold it with both hands and raise it up a little. Little bit more. There! Now, spread your feet slightly. No, not that far. Shoulder-width. There! Now get ready! Katrina nodded as Chubbs dashed forward with a yell, swinging his branch wildly.
Katrina froze slightly before darting to the side, allowing him to run past. The voice said, Now slap his-!
Honestly, she's ten Chromia. No need to teach her any new diction, interrupted another voice, this one sounding wiser and with a slight hint of humor. Raise your blade, quickly!
Katrina held up her sword, stopping a down slash from the older boy. "You gonna fight sometime, Ghost?" said Chubbs mockingly as he backed away.
With the new voices in her head edging her on and giving her battle advice- why she wasn't freaking out, she didn't know- she lunged forward before raising the sword and slapping the sides of it on either side of his cheeks with a speed she didn't know she had. Chubbs stumbled back, rubbing his cheeks before giving a shout of pain as she stepped on his foot with the heel of her shoe.
He hobbled back until he bumped into his cronies, and the three of them fell over backwards. The two other boys quickly scrambled upwards before heading to the fire escape. Chubbs watched them go before throwing his sword down in disgust and saying, "You win- for now." Then he darted after the others.
Katrina gave a small sight and sat down on the ground before saying to the voices in her mind, "Okay, so am I going crazy? Because I am getting a lot of voices in my head giving me tips on how to swing a sword."
And how to hold one! added the voice named Chromia, Your welcome by the way.
Perhaps it would be better if I were to explain, said the wise voice. Close your eyes, child.
Katrina shrugged, then leaned against the shed and closed her eyes. Instantly, a bright light filled her vision and she felt her eyes widen when she saw the massive robot enter her vision.
He was a robot. A tall robot. Like, really tall. And he was mostly white, with the curves in his armor edged in gold. Several golden shafts of metal came out of his back, appearing as a pair of wings. What really struck her were his eyes. They were a brilliant white, and the look in them made her think of a parent... much like her mother had looked at her.
"This is probably a little too imposing," said the robot. "No," said Katrina quickly, "It's alright."
"You do not seem that shocked," said the robot, looking at her curiously.
"After you've seen the things that I've seen, you don't really get that surprised anymore," said Katrina, looking down, "I lost my world when I was three. I've been tormented ever since I got here. Nothing really shocks me anymore." Then, looking up at him, she asks, "So, who, or what, are you?"
The robot gave a slight bow as he said, "My name is Primus. I am the god and creator of a group of sentient machines called Cybertronians. So does that surprise you?"
"Not really. I figured aliens existed out there somewhere."
Primus seemed to be thinking for a few seconds, then asked, "Do you know anything about the voices inside your head?"
"Not really. Some of those Cybertronians you mentioned?"
Primus rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like, "You're more bland than Shockwave." Then he said, "Well, yes... and no. They are Cybertronians. But they are not... living, I guess you could say."
Katrina's eyebrows rose at that. "So, I've got a bunch of dead robots stuck in my head?"
"No." said Primus, "They didn't come to you. Your mind went to them."
"Sorry?" said Katrina, one eyebrow arching up. That got her.
Primus thought for a few seconds, then said, "Humans have a heaven. Cybertronians have one too. It is called the Allspark. It chose you for a reason. To help with the battles to come."
"What... 'battles'?" she asked, suddenly worried.
"Some physical." said Primus, "Others mental. The demons of your past, and the demons of now. Much like how the demons of the past have found you once again."
"Wait, what?" Katrina opened her eyes and stood, rushing over to the side of the roof to see several masked men pouring out. She didn't notice them. The only person she did notice was the scar-faced, tall man with a blond buzz-cut.
"Silas." she snarled.