1) I apologize to all of you that started reading the last story I put up. I took it down for personal reasons, and I will not be publishing the rest of it because...

2) A few months back, I spoke of writing my final story on this site. This was the story I was talking about. I fully plan on this fic being my last, with two exceptions and maybe a third one. I've been writing on another story that I feel some people would enjoy(something I started a few days ago when I was kind of down about my imminant departure from the site), and I desire to publish that one as soon as I can. I am also writing a Christmas special that will be out around the 24th of December (started typing Decepticon there) The third one is a maybe because I'm not sure I like where I'm going with it, so I might just cut it out completely and move on with life. This is, however, the beginning of the end for me on this site.

3) I will strive to finish GaGS, as I have an idea where I want that one to go, but I do not expect to finish A Spark's Haven. I'm debating taking that one down altogether, but that is a decision for another day.

4) The basic idea behind this fic came from Alathea2's "Turning Point." I have received her permission, but I can assure you that my fic will differ greatly from hers.

Prologue

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It was a city-state of secrets, a city-state forbidden to other Cybertronians. A city-state in the sky inhabited by beings none other understood. The city-state was known as Vos, and its inhabitants were known as "Seekers," named for their ability to find anything they sought out. The flying Cybertronians in the city-state differed from every other flying Cybertronian, though only the Seekers knew and understood those differences for certain. The race, for the most part, was a complete mystery to the outside world. There were rumors, of course. Rumors of savage behavior and animalistic instincts, but no one of these had been proven true or false, and honestly, the Seekers liked it that way.

However, if one were to actually visit the city-state, they would find that the red-optic beings were not that different than themselves. They lived and laughed and loved the same way they did. The Seekers felt sadness and loss same as they did. True, there were key differences between the race and the rest of Cybertron, and the Seeker society and culture was vastly different than that of most other city-states as they governed themselves rather than taking commands from the High Senate Council, but the beings themselves acted much the same, if one could excuse their extreme superiority complexes. You see, since the very beginning of their culture, Seekers had looked down on ground-bound Cybertronians for being confined to the planet. They even sneered at other non-Seeker flyers, saying that normal flyers could not appreciate the sky like they could, and in a way, perhaps that was correct. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why the other Cybertronians disliked the Seekers so much.

The city itself was an architectural masterpiece. Large, artfully built buildings lined the city-state, each varying in height and area. Niches and "perches" were built into the buildings so that tired Seekers could land for a short time to rest after a long flight across the city-state. Every building had "landing pads" that gave younger, clumsier flyers more room to land, as very few Seekers actually entered a building through the door on the ground.

Perhaps what gave the city its true beauty, however, were its occupants. No matter the time or the cycle, one could always see Seekers flitting around the city. Whether they were heading to work or to their housing units or playing a simple game of chase, a Seeker always looked graceful in the air. It was like watching a dance in the sky, and it was a sight that never got old. The Seekers were also known for their large array of color, which only added to the city's grandeur. It was like the city glowed during the solar cycle and lived during the lunar cycles.

Then, like all good things, it burned to the ground.

Short, but it's just the beginning. This fic will be updated every Friday, and you need not concern yourselves with me taking this one down. I don't know how long this one will be, only that it will likely run as long as TaCO did. Review, peeps, and expect another update next Friday! :)