So... story was inspired by Move Along on . Please check it out- it's awesome. As well as Valient Sparks on there too. Awesome too.

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Disclaimer: all rights for transformers go to Micheal Bay unfortunately.

This story is different so please don't be mad.

No Michaela.

No Sam.

No bumblebee is Movie one. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker instead.

Also the songs I put on here are either ones that distinctly fit the chapter or I am randomly listening to. All are good. Thanks.

Chapter 1: Çoming of the Äge

The little mechanics shop was busy, cars running in and out, people bustling about. A mother tried to get her children to sit quietly in the lobby and a rich business man paid and circled around to pick up his Mercedes.

A man with a well trimmed beard and a bald head wiped his greased hands on a rag and pushed past others towards a mechanic who worked there. His brown eyes lit up as if he was hyped up on a couple gallons of espresso. This was the owner of Double A's Automotive, Allen Alen. "Liz!"

"Yeah, Allen?" A young sixteen- year- old, with long black hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, and high cheekbones that highlighted one glittering emerald green eye and one steel grey eye. Her pale skin seemed nearly translucent in the dark lighting of the garage.

Oil was smeared all over her jeans and worn leather jacket.

"I need ya to finish up that alternator and come to my office. Your paycheck's in there."

"Thanks, Al." She slid back under the truck.

The owner of the vehicle, a young brown haired college boy, hung to side watching and learning. "So what's wrong with the alternator?"

"The wire was fried. I had to rewire a part of it and weld it back together- since you don't want to pay for a new one." A loud snap caused him to flinch and a copper wire was thrown out onto the floor, next to where she slid out. Her back cracked loudly as she stretched. "You'll have to buy a new one in a year, two at best."

"Thanks..." He still seemed wary of girl younger than him working on his truck.

"No prob- just head up front and they'll get you all signed out."

Liz cleaned up her work space best she could, sparing a glance at the oil spots on the concrete floor before making her way to her boss's office.

The lights were off and the door unlocked, so she quickly retrieved the envelope bearing her name and started for the bus stop.

Many people gave her a wide berth as her clothes, hair and face were covered in grease. Taking a quick sniff she realized she stunk. Bad.

She could only pray that she would make it to the shower before they got home.

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By the time Liz was home, the sun had completely set and the trees and houses cast an eery glow over the small neighborhood.

There was no cars in the driveway and the lights were not on yet, so she was safe. The screen door slammed shut behind her and Liz retreated to her room quickly, dropping her bag on her desk and glanced at her sparsely decorated room.

The bathroom was just before the door to her room, which was the only thing upstairs. Her room was small with a large window overlooking the driveway, sitting just above the lip of the roof, with a tree beside the roof for quick escapes.

Her bed was against one wall and her desk on the other, the window in the middle and a small closet next to door, filled with a minimal amount of clothes.

Her desk was empty and her only belongings were shoved under her bed in a box out of sight. Safe. She had only a handful of things from her father, passed down for generations by her ancestor, Merlin. A wooden dragon, a staff, her book the Gilmore, and Excalibur, along with her father's sword Razoc.

Her family history was strange and scattered, to say the least. Her great grandfather, on her father's sides had died before she was born, but his family had been spiritus. Her grandma on her father's side had carried the Magic gene.

Most of her abilities came from the spiritus part. A while back, when her father still taught her, she had made contracts with spirits that she still considered family.

Anasazi: (ah-nah-sah-zee) wolf spirit; huge black wolf with blazing orange eyes. Tattoo of a wolf head on her back right shoulder blade.

Pelœs: (peh-los) falcon spirit; large silver and gold peregrine falcon. Tattoo of a falcon on her right hip.

Dełos: (dell-ose) water spirit; not visible even to spiritus but rather an embodiment of the element. Tattoo of water droplets on a leaf on her left shoulder.

Tėmpest: (temp-ehst) storm spirit; a winged horse partially see through with ashy grey body and silvery mane and tail and empty eyes. Tattoo of the horse's head on her left hip

Drægöna: (dray-gō-na) dragon spirit; flame themed scales and pitch black eyes. As large as the average two story house. Tattoo of dragon head on left shoulder.

She sat out on the tree branch hidden in the shadows and leaves. Two cars- one silver Honda Odyssey, brand new, and one black ford 250 super duty- pulled up and a man and woman emerged.

Both entered the house and Liz waited for about 15 minutes before they called her down with a quick snap.

Liz was at the base of the stairs from the tree in a few seconds, standing with the stance and poise of a trained soldier. "Yes, Mother? Ron?"

The man, Ron, was tall. He had short, well kept brown hair and grungy brown eyes. He was not a hunk as some call it, but he was not by any means scrawny or fat. Ron Witwicky was not my real father, but my stepfather. My mother married him after my dad died. She hated him.

"Now what have I told you to call him?" My mother said distastefully. "He is your father and you will call him as such."

My mother was fat and lazy. Her dark brown almost black hair was oily and stringy. Her ashy grey eyes like mine originally were looked over everyone like a hawk. This was Linda Witwicky.

Ron sniffed and stuck his chin in the air. "Why is dinner not fixed?"

Liz priced herself on not shivering at his tone. "I have collected some money so that you can go to a nice restaurant, as to not eat my... disappointing... food." She was a good cook and she knew it, but she had to play into their hands to get what she wanted.

Ron nodded approvingly. "Of course. Some sense finally shows through. Let's have it." He took the money, but Liz stood there longer, even after the obvious dismissal. "What is it?"

Liz licked her lips. "I also have the money saved up for the car. You said that we could go. Tomorrow, perhaps?"

He scrutinized her. "And you planned on upholding your end of the deal tomorrow after, correct?" Linda suddenly seemed happy.

Liz nodded, barely with holding a squeak.

"Be up by 8."

She raced back upstairs without wasting a second.

She slid down on the tree limb once again, when a pixie like feminine voice sounded. "You know that was a stupid deal."

Liz looked beside her to see Pelœs. "I know, but now I can work later shifts and have an excuse to get away from here."

"You can leave now."

"I would never get far, even with my gifts."

"As you wish." Together they looked at the stars. "You need sleep for tomorrow. It'll be a long day."

She had to be up by 8, and when she got back, Linda and Ron could do what they wished with her, nothing short of death.

Yes, Tomorrow would be a very long day, indeed