Neko: Testing, testing, one, two, three, can everyone hear us?

Ookami: Well, I hear you well enough, why do we need to ask again?

Neko: It's been a while I hoping the equipment is still working.

Ookami: I guess that's fair. We finally got some time to actually sit down and write.

Neko: Henhenhen yeah... Well anyways... Welcome to everyone, New and old!

Ookami: We did announce we may be rewriting Songs of Fate, though it started a lot faster than anticipated...

Neko: I think this will be fun, horribly heartbreaking, but fun!

ZephyrShift: It'll at least be fun getting some more attention again for us.

LunarCascade: Yeah! Though I don't think we will want to hang out around here while they do the first few chapters...

ZephyrShift: That's true... But seeing people react to the chapters will be more fun than reading the stuff ourselves, right?

Ookami: Oh, that's right, we kinda have a random, well not so random, question for everyone.

Neko: Who has a sadder back story? Nightaria or Windrider?

Ookami: Feel free to leave your response in the comments!~ Or not, if you don't really care about the two...

Sunny: Whether it is nobler to have loved and lost, or to have never loved at all I know not.

Silver: And do remember that these two obviously own no rights to things that are obviously from other creative minds.

Neko: Ok on that note, please do enjoy the first chapter of Fates not Set in Stone!

The tale Nightaria

Sparks can be made one of two ways, bestowed upon a frame by the all spark, or by the merging of two sparks. Some see the later as pure hearsay and as a horrible thing, but others do not. One note about spark merging, you don't have to be spark-bonded to do it, but it's suggested you are. Otherwise, tragedy can strike. As is the case for Nightaria a sparkling produced from two not bonded, Starburst and her lover. Starburst did not want a sparkling, especially not with someone she wasn't bonded to, but she still had the sparkling and even gave it a designation. She took care of the sparkling purely out of duty, she knew her previous lover would not have any love for it. If that was the end of the story then everything would have been ok for Nightaria. But fate had another plan for this sparkling. Starburst met a wonderful Mech and soon they built a relationship, but Starburst realized that he truly despised bot's who made sparklings instead of having them gifted to them by the All Spark. Starburst hadn't told her new love anything about having a sparkling, and so she came up with a plan to get rid of Nightaria. Just dropping her off at an orphanage wouldn't work because Nightaria could still be traced back to her, And it's not like Nightaria would understand if Starburst said to tell everyone that her Caretakers were killed in the war. No the only way to truly rid herself of the shackle she foolishly bound herself with would be to give the child to her ex-lover. He could make sure that no one would ever find out. So one-day Starburst took Nightaria out for the day, and that night when she returned she was free from her bonds, and free to get together with her new love, it had only cost her a spark.

Nightaria was confused and sad, her carrier had just given her to this big scary Mech called Shockwave. She was given to him with the strict instructions that no one could find out who Starburst was to her. Nightaria was left with the realization that Shockwave was her other Maker as well. So Nightaria just allowed Shockwave to bring her to where ever it is that he wanted her. And time passed, Nightaria was no longer called Nightaria but rather subject 188, and while Nightaria had a life with (some) love and freedom subject 188 had a life with loneliness other than her constant companion of pain. 188 had no freedom, everything in her life was controlled by Shockwave, where she would recharge, refuel, rest, and heal. Every little thing was controlled, she only ever got to talk to other sparkling in experiments, and they would normally either be mad at her or cry too much to talk to. She sometimes tried to talk to Shockwave but he wasn't the most responsive thing. And slowly she got so fed up so in need of an escape that she tapped into herself ever so slightly and she learned a special skill. She learned how to let go of all that she was feeling emotionally and physically, and to just look at the world completely logically. It helped her survive her "life" and Shockwave did not disapprove of the newly learned skill, in fact, the skill was quite helpful with some of his experiments. And so life went on until one fateful day that changed Subject 188's life forever.

The tale of WindRunner

For a young sparkling, WindRunner was happy she had several older younglings that she could play with all the time. They tended to be the creations of the other guardsmechs and femmes that her parents worked with. Not many of the others were her age, so she had to try to keep up or deal with the scrapes and denting when she got home. Chromia would tend to the removal of these while thinking if they were aiming for actual damage on the rougher game days. Ironhide, on the other servo, made sure she knew what to do if she needed to get out of a harmful hold from the others. When they both went to teach her about defending herself, they would commlink talk about the war that was brewing. After they realized that she was listening in, however, both of her creators would lightly scold her on using telepathic abilities to know what they were thinking. The older younglings always seem to know what that meant but responded to Windrunner that we younglings had nothing to worry about since all of our creators and caretakers were the strongest of mechs and femmes and anyone who wanted to mess with them would be stopped by them before they could have a chance to do harm. She believed them wholeheartedly and didn't think about it while the others hadn't felt the need to think about it. It came to hurt her at the end of her time with them though, as she only barely felt the brush of a malicious thought before the world went dark around her.

She woke up to an unusual feeling room according to her wings, though her helm hurt too much to make much sense of the information anyway. When the world no longer felt that the world was trying to move around without permission, WindRunner sat slowly up and online her optics to a small room that was dull metal with the cold hard surface that she was on was supposed to be a berth of some type, but was hardly worth being called as such. The other side of the room appeared to have some form of electric barring system, like the ones that her creators would think about every once and a while. There was also a silhouette in the brightened hallway compared to the darkened room she had been placed inside. Deciding that breaking the rules would be the best way to try and figure out what had happened, she looked into the processor of the one outside but found it unable to comprehend anything further than commands in specific sections. Shivering at the unnatural feeling of emptiness, she proceeded to figure out how the orders were organized so she could get it to open the exit for her. Taking a lot longer than it should of and running into many orders and command sequences that made no sense to her at this age, she finally got it to open the bars. Stepping outside the barred area, however, led to the drone immediately attempting to grab her and block off her escape. Out of instinct borne of protective creators and roughhousing with those older than her, she dodged the grabbing servos and went to hit the center of the frame. Before it could properly connect she was being lifted off the ground by servos that were huge. The hold shifted, and she faced a singular giant red optic. A deep, gravelly yet clearly spoken voice reaches her audios after a moment.

"Subject 293, escaping from holding cell will result in punishment. Punishment shall be delayed for the commencement of Project 190."