I again wanted something new, I do not own the transformer franchise. Only Map and the kingdom of the dead. There some real life people mentioned, you get coollio points if you can guess who he is. Hint: My pen name has something to do with him.


"Map," a horsed voice said. Followed by coughing, "Map."

"My king please you are weak. Save your strength," a voice sounded as there was a soft greenish glow entering the door. A fully armored knight constituted from the from the glow, "What is it that you need my lord."

"Map, you have a faithful commander. I know you will not fail me," there was a round of heavy coughs. The knight looked to the door, a hiss came from the knight. Then there was more glowing then what looked like a doctor passed into the room. "Map, no my time is coming. Please leave doctor."

"My lord, I can not watch you suffer. Please," the knight said.

"Hush my child, we all knew this day would come. Map, you need to find him… your next king. He lives in America, you will need get him." The knight looked down, at the king on his death bed. "You have yet to go there, Map."

Then there was a rising hiss from the doctor, the knight turned to the apparition of a doctor and hissed. The doctor bowed his head then exited the kings chambers. "Please Map, don't speak so harshly to our people. Even though you are young to most of them, you are a source of hope in my declining heath." There was the cry of a raven, the knight looked to the window. A greenish mist covered the window, then there was a rush of darkness. The raven flapped and cawed, swooped landing on the shoulder of the knight.

There was the scrap of the claws on metal, the king coughed again. "What news does Rome bring Map," he rasped.

"The northern demons advance my lord. Should we meet them in battle? They have broken treaty of Styx," the knight said heavily as if breathing in water.

"No you must get him, you know the demons will not listen to a women."

The knight hissed a curse, "I cannot leave and have the kingdom undefended my lord. You are not fit to lead the army at this time."

"You need him my child," the king rasped as another coughing fit passed over him. The knight watched as the king's fit ended, and as did his breathing. The knight gently removed her helm, and laid it beside her king. The knight shuddered as if crying, whispered hisses that spoke of unfulfilled promises both had made to each other. Holding her hand over his, not being able to touch the physical. The king dissolved to dust, she stiffened and grabbed her helm.

"Rome, gather your brethren in America. I must ready the armory for the possible attacks,"

The knight said addressing the raven still perched on her shoulder. A caw and the bird was off, the green mist covered the window again.

Map turned toward the door, placing her helm back on her half decayed skull. She glowed green again and passed thought the door. She turned the corner to see one of the ladies in waiting, a low hiss sent the word around. Their king was gone, and war was breathing down their necks.

"Commander what will we do? If what Rome and other ravens reported is true, then war be at our door step." A large man said what was once a large scraggly beard was but a few long strands of wispy hair fluttering about his skeletal face. Map sat there as others joined with the bearded man's words, she looked at her most trusted officials. In life some would see these men and few women, and trust them as far as they could throw them. In death one can not want what is wrong, there is nothing but honor, and duty.

"I know Mr. Teach, do you not think I know what this means. I maybe a young girl but do you forget I have fought many battles and wars along side all of you."

"We do not forget, but what shall we do? We are without king Map. We cannot hope win," His words unintentionally stung her. Everything was on her now, being dead also meant emotions came from those living. The king, and very rare queen, was the moral not the rulers of the realm of dead. Without a king, there was no hope, happiness, or even a drive to do anything.

"Before his death. The king spoke of one who is next in line," Map said deadpanned.

"But you were the only child of the king, and you're a bastard child at best." Map hissed, "Also the dead cannot give moral to the dead." A woman knight said to the left of her. The other officials chimed in as well, the probability of another heir was a frail idea.

"She must not have been, you know his majesty traveled in his younger years. Much like any man would," Mr. Teach said with a glint in his eyes. Map smiled at the odd man, then nodded. "So where be this boy?"

"America," Map said with as much authority as possible. Everyone looked at her, America was never explored by the kingdom of the dead.

"Map, those countries are hard for the dead. With all the voodoo and such," Mr. Teach said with a sad tone.

"I know Mr. Teach, I know we could be discovered and hunted. That is why I will go alone," Map said softly. Everyone was outraged, loud hisses were muddled together.

"Silence," Map hissed. All the apparition officers stared at their young commander. "The king would not want many to search, also with war on the way… it would be best if only one of us left."

"Let me Map," Mr. Teach said with concern.

"No Mr. Teach, you were too popular in life. Reappearing in the world of the live would say you had found the fountain of youth. I was never known in that county, I need you to prepare the armies. I shall search for my half-brother," Map said. Standing and turning, "I will find him. I will get us our king."


He sat up, grasping at his chest. Breathing heavily, this was the same nightmare for the third this week.

A monster with four arms and eyes, the face of an insecticon. It was coming after him, shouting that it would kill him. Then a knight in decaying armor running in-between him and the monster. The knight turned straight for the monster and started attacking it. He watched in both awe and horror. This knight was defending him, he didn't know who or why.

"Run my king! The battle field of the dead, is no place for your live soul." a voice shouted as the knight was, slashing at the monster with a long sword.

Then the nightmare would end. His 'live soul', what in the world did that mean. He looked at his alarm clock, it would be going off at any minute. He shook his head, ran his fingers though his raven colored hair. Threw off the covers and started to get dressed. Stumbling into the kitchen, eating cold cereal and toast. Grabbing his helmet, he walked out to the garage.

"Morning 'Cee," the boy said throwing his leg over the blue motorcycle.

"Good morning Jack, you sleep well? You were moving a lot after powering down." a female voice said coming from the motorcycle

"Just a nightmare, nothing big Arcee."

The motorcycle called Arcee didn't buy it, "What kind of nightmare Jack? Does it have to do with a certain 'con?" Arcee said, started driving out toward Jack's school.

"No, and she was captured right?"

"Yeah, so what was it about?"

"I was going to be attacked by some sort of monster, it was not a decpeticon." Jack said feeling Arcee tense up. "But then some sort of knight ran in-between the monster and me and attacked it. I stated to watch, but then there was a voice that shouted 'Run my king! The battle field of the dead is no place for your live soul' then I wake up."

"Wait you've had this nightmare before? And you never told me," Arcee said angrily.

"I just thought it was like any other nightmare I would have. I didn't think it was any harm," Jack said. Arcee contemplated this. The human mind sometimes would just create a strange realm of dreams, but having the same dream or nightmare was unusual.

Getting to the school, Jack slowly dismounted off of the motorcycle. "You haven't told your mother have you." Jack shook his head then turned toward the school. Sitting in class his mind wandered, why had the voice called him its king. More startling, why was he on the battle field of the dead and he had a living soul. But most important who was the knight that had protect him and what was that monster.


There was a flutter of feather, then stood a lone figure. A knight. She sniff the desert air, dry void of the rich loamy scent she love so. Then there was the far off cry of the murder, he was found. Now to anoint the king, the living king of the dead. Pulling the blood red band over empty eye sockets flesh reconstituted over the knight's face and skull. Now the get to the king, a small smile adorned thin deathly pale lips. Thin raven hair fluttered in the wind, the raven feathers tickling the knight's "new" flesh.


Yeah this will be most likely slow along with any of my others due that my school starts on Tuesday. I would like three reviews before I even start to continue.