So with the announcement that Rapidfyrez is making the crossover non-canon to make the reboot, I've decided I'm going to do a reboot as well. The crossover is now non-canon for the both of us because it would make no sense whatsoever if one of us had it canon and the other didn't. Even though I'm kinda sad that its now non-canon, I guess it's for the best.
I get to explore deeper into the world I created and that means that you guys do too. so here that means that there's new characters (villains and allies), new places (interdimensional travel anyone?), and new adventures for this story. We'll get to see some of Cybres' history and get some insight on the characters themselves.
Oh...and I really apologize for the shortness of the chapter...it just seemed a good thing to do...to end it there anyway.
With no further ado, here is the new installment in the Phoenix Ivorra arc (a tetralogy instead of a trilogy) The Phoenix Ivorra: Retribution.
Oh...and I recommend listening to Into Eternity from the Thor: the Dark World soundtrack while reading this chapter. In my personal opinion it sets it up quite nicely...somber and beautiful all at the same time. Well...hope you like it.
I do not own Transformers Prime or any other fandom mentioned in here other than my own (You'll see what I mean later)
Chapter 1
Angel, Angel, What Have I Done?
Unknown POV
What is it keeps hope alive? What can one person do? When the whole world is crashing down in flames all around you…what can you do to stop it?
In all honesty, I have no idea.
I see my kingdom in flames, see my family and friends running in fear and in anger as the wedding bells turn into funeral dirges.
Here we stand in the courtyard of Iadail Palace, looking at the thirty black shrouds that flutter in the moaning wind that blows mournfully over the charred and blackened stones that still litter the courtyard. Morgana had broken free not too long ago, ruining the wedding of the millennia…and snuffing thirty lives.
My mother stands in front of the shrouds, her fair alto voice singing Cybres' traditional requiem for the fallen. As soon as she finishes and slams the end of her staff into the pavement, the rippling shrouds harden, turning from soft, silken fabric into cold, bitter, black metal, forming what looks to be a coffin. She lifts her staff and the courtyard seems to open, revealing rippling water beneath the stones.
The coffins enter the water without so much as a splash, solemnly floating towards the waterfall that spouted from the precipice on which the palace stood. My mother points her staff at the leading coffin and my father picks up a massive longbow, gently tapping the arrowhead and making it ignite with blue-gold flame.
He draws the bow back with one fluid, swift move.
"Farewell, departed ones," he murmured softly, "May you find refuge in the arms of the Almighty Creator,"
And he released the arrow, the slender barb thudding into the lead coffin right as it went over the side…
And it burst into stars, forming a tall, slender mech who turned his helm towards the sky before shattering into stars once again and shooting up towards the sky.
I watched, stone faced as the other coffins shared the same fate, arrows fired by their loved ones instead of by their High King. I watched as each coffin burst into stars. I watched as each one formed the figure of someone who had died…
And I watched as they rejoined the Creator.
I bowed my head, my black veil fluttering in the breeze as tears streamed down my face.
Wherever I go, I wreak havoc, I bring chaos, I rain destruction.
I was told I would bring peace…but all I brought was war upon my people.
I felt my loved one's hand on my shoulder as he pulled me close.
"Everything will be ok," he promised, "We just need to hold on,"
"It's easy for you to say," I murmured softly, "You didn't bring this on your people,"
"And neither did you," he told me sternly, "Morgana did this, not you,"
"She did this because of me!" I hissed, clenching my fists, "She killed thirty people, thirty Cybreians because of me!"
I turned away, gritting my teeth as I fought back tears. I would not cry. I refuse. I saw my second family watching the display and my spark plummeted even further.
I dragged them into this. They had just ended one war…and I dragged them into another. They weren't home, they were in another dimension with counterparts everywhere, alone…
It was all my fault. All my fault.
"She will pay," I growled softly, eyes narrowing as flame spat from my fingers, "Morgana will pay for what she did to my people and to my family. She will pay for her crimes or I am not the Crown Princess of Cybres,"
I turned my eyes towards the starry, twilight sky.
"I swear on the All Spark, on my reformed Spark, on a stack of Bibles, on my Ivorra's staff…on my life," I started, "I will hunt her down and I will get retribution for the souls that were lost because of that evil Halfling,"
I closed my eyes.
"'So say I, so shall it be'," I quoted.
I am Dusk Andromeda Starfighter Greyman, daughter of Ivorynn Argenta Astria, Silver Greyman, and Michael William Greyman, Crown Princess of Cybres, the Phoenix Ivorra…
And Morgana...if you are listening somewhere, know this.
I'm coming for you...and I will make you pay for what you've done.
And so it begins. Hope you all liked it...and feel free to send me ideas of what you want to see in this story, 'cause I'm gonna need 'em. Believe me, I will.
Song in title: The Humbling River
Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)
Máriessë ar mára tecië
Farewell and fair writing
Elhini Prime signing off.
