Summary: Dystopian AU. After the end of the Great War, Optimus Prime and the crew of the Ark track the Allspark to a small, previously Decepticon controlled world called Earth. Unfortunately for them, the locals aren't all friendly. the Allspark has a guardian, and she's not willing to give it up.
Warnings: none for this chapter specifically, but overall there is the general dark theme of post-apocalyptic earth, mentions of death, violence, etc. Pretty light on the curse words.
Author's Notes: So, first venture into the Transformers universe. Apologies in advance for any OOC-ness. Please enjoy, read and review! I would love to have your feedback! This chapter is short, but I will be making the rest longer.
Let me close my eyes, Lord
For they have been open for too long.
Let me plug my ears, God
For I have heard too much of life's song.
-Eyes of Eternity.
Sometimes, in the dying light of dusk, she whispers her name. "Sara" just to hear it in the air again. Since no one was around to say it. There used to be so many, the other guardians who took up the duties beside her. They had vanished long ago, going missing one by one until Sara was alone.
There had been the resistance too, not that they did much resisting, more hiding really, staying alive. Of course, staying alive was enough to classify as a resistance back then. It hadn't been often, but they had been there, and now they were gone. There had been the boy too, her one love. Now Dimitri was gone as well, lost into the mists and oblivion that lay beyond what she knew. Where she couldn't follow.
Perhaps they were all dead. She sometimes mused, but banished the thought immediately, she couldn't be the last. She wouldn't be the last.
When those thoughts grew too painful to bear, she wondered where the Decepticons were. There was no way they had left earth, not while it was still here.
And when she exhausted every possible theory about the Decepticon's absence, she realized she missed them too. IN a different way than she missed the rest of the guardians and the resistance of course, but she still missed them. At least they had been alive, and there. Instead of the horrible alones that she was trapped in.
From that point her thoughts took the well-worn path to her duty. Guarding and tending the Cube. Mankind's only hope. For it was from the cube that came the only weapons that would affect the Decepticons. No one knew how, but weapons always appeared at the base of the great metal cube, and they could pierce the Decepticon's armor, unlike the rest of the earth weaponry, which just bounced off.
It was in the quiet between thoughts that it crept in. The little half formed feeling that she was always quick to push away. No, she hadn't seen that tree when it was only a sapling (now it towered as an adult) it had to be a different one, there were lots of trees around. Of course this wasn't any more than the 15th winter she's seen. They just all blurred together. And most certainly she was 15.
But it whispered to her regardless, and sometimes she couldn't help but listen. And when she listened, she couldn't deny the truth.
She had been 15 for a really long time. A really long time. An impossibly long time. So long that the countless seasons she had seen rushed into a blur that stretched past memory.
And she felt very alone