'Blah blah' Thinking
"Blah blah" - Talking
"Blah blah" Radio Transmission or recording
Hello all XD this is 4everdarkandalone-neon and this is my first fanfic! Hooray! This is just the prologue and a small taste of what is to come. Feel free to criticize. Actually please do. A lot of praise keeps me going and a lot of criticism makes my writing skills better, so if anything is the slightest bit messed up please tell me so I can fix it. (P.S. This is my OC right now.)
Summary: A boy whose memory and existence has been erased by the sands of time has been awoken to a new world and a planetary war. How is he linked to all of this? How can a race of giant robots help him regain his memory and how is his past and fate intertwined with theirs? Dark and ancient powers that are connected to him are awakened and secrets of his and those around hims past are unlocked.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers in any way at all. They are owned by Hasbro and some other company.
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Darkness. That's all there is. That's all I've known. At least for as long as I can remember it has. One of side of me says that the way I am now, surrounded by darkness, is the way I've always been. The other more hopeful side insists that things used to be different. But even if they did, that was a long time ago, quite awhile ago if I can't remember. I remember few things now besides the fact that I was put to sleep in the past, most likely never to awaken.
I had almost given up on believing the hopeful side. That is until lately. Things have been changing. For example, where there use to be silence and utter stillness there is now the occasional turbulence and sound of metal scraping against rock. My black, dreamless sleep is being disturbed.
Sound. It was something I had completely forgotten existed. This small realization has given a more solid foundation to my hopeful side's belief. Huh, I am actually starting to believe in the little shimmer of hope more and more. Maybe I am meant to exist. Maybe I am meant to overcome the darkness which seems to have been my entire world since perhaps the beginning of my existence. Or maybe it's all one big figment of my imagination and nothing is going to change. No! I will not think this way! If there's the tiniest bit of hope and a few disturbances to support it, I will pursue it.
I have been in the same state for what appears to have been a long time and a change in pace would probably make me feel…well, different. Feel…. The only things I ever recall feeling are cold and I vaguely remember something else. It was… pain. Now it's just a distant memory, fuzzy and blurred with age, but it is of no matter any more. For now I shall hold on to this shimmer of hope and lie here in my dark realm and wait for something to happen, and as I lay here and focus hard enough, I feel the change is coming soon.
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Well here it finally is everybody! My first fanfic! This story has been nagging me for about a year so I decided to fix it up a bit and post it. I hope it was OK for my first time and if it wasn't satisfactory feel free to tell me. I am open to constructive criticism. In fact I am begging for it because I want my fic to be the best it can and reviews are normally helpful with that. So feedback on my writing and helpful tips would be greatly appreciated!