Summary: Lyra Onyx was your just an average teenager until something happened that changed her entire life. Now she's stuck in the middle of a war she was no reason to be a part of. All because of one strange dream.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers of any of its characters. All I own is Lyra and this idea. Also a special thanks to my new beta-reader Blackwing.Rose.
Thoughts: 'words'
Speaking: "words"
Dream Sequence: /words/
Chapter One: Dreams Can't Be Real...Right?
The sun had long since set over the city of Tranquility. The inhabitants were all sleeping peacefully in their homes, and all seemed to be well. The tranquil silence was unbroken in all of the city... save for one small house on the outskirts of the town. In that house, a single light was coming from the upstairs bedroom of the home's single occupant.
Lyra Onyx sat up in her large, king-sized bed, trembling. Her knees were drawn up to her body and her breathing was ragged; long red hair spilled in a silken mass down her small frame as she attempted to calm herself down. "Just a dream. It was just a dream. Calm down, calm down." Hearing herself speaking aloud seemed to do a lot to calm the young woman's nerves. Still...
She sighed, pushing her long hair away from her tired eyes as she took in the room around her and continued to breathe calmly in an attempt to slow her heart rate. She had only just been awakened from one of the single most frightening nightmares she had ever experienced. The dream was still fresh in her mind as she sat awake. Slowly, her shaken mind began to replay the dream for her to analyze.
/The city was on fire. Even the tallest of the buildings lay in ruins, making the once beautiful city look like a tomb. Flames still shot from the few buildings that did stand as a few brave firefighters fought to control the blaze. However, they were outnumbered, those brave men and women. The buildings were being destroyed by a group of malevolent beings with crimson eyes that wanted nothing more than the total destruction of the human race. They were opposed by another group of similar beings, only these had shades of blue in their eyes. The feeling they gave off was peaceful - they wanted to help, but would only bring more destruction with their presence. Still, the two sides clashed fiercely, each trying to gain the upper hand on the other.
One of the blue eyed ones, taller than the rest and blue and red in color, was grappling with one of the crimson-eyed creatures valiantly. The creature was only a little smaller than he was, completely black in color and with sharp, propellor-like wings coming from his back, but he was definitely frightening. The two continued fighting and the larger creature was shoved away from the smaller one and into the lone firetruck that remained to put out the fire. A voice that sounded strangely like her own called out when this happened.
"No! Optimus, the firefighters!"
The large bot, obviously called Optimus, began to turn - but the evil one turned on him and dragged him away from the humans. "Hah! That's what you get for siding with these pathetic fleshlings!" The girl that sounded like her cringed but began to run towards the skidding firetruck. Another girl came up next to her at a dead run. She had long black hair and eyes so blue that they shone.
"Lyra, we have to move that truck before those guys get themselves killed!"
Her own voice answered back. "I know, Mikaela - they're not going to like this, though."
The other girl flashed her a smile before her eyes set in determination. "I can handle Ratchet. Lets do this!"
They arrived at the truck and nodded to one another, linking hands. Immediately, a pale blue light came from their joined hands and shot out at the failing firetruck. The firefighters that had fallen were healed and the fire engine was suddenly wrenched away from the ground and gently placed several feet away so that the brave firefighters were relatively safe. Both girls collapsed and a male's voice called out to them.
"Mikaela! Lyra! Hold on, we're coming!" They could see a young boy with brown hair and concerned brown eyes running towards them with a yellow 'bot running behind him. They also heard the large one from before call out frantically to them.
"Lyra!" This was followed by a different voice yelling for the other girl. "Mikaela!"
However, it was too late - both of them were completely drained and Mikaela was already unconscious. In fact, she did not seem to be breathing at all. It looked like doing this had nearly killed them... both of them were dying. Before she, too, sunk into the darkness, the large creature from before could be seen standing over them, his crimson eyes shining.
"It ends now,fleshlings! Die!"/
As he brought down his cannons to deliver the final blow, the dream faded around the edges and she had woken up. Lyra shook her head hard as if trying to rid her mind of the horrible dream. What had it meant? Who were the people in the dream? She had obviously known them... She shook her head again. "A dream Lyra, only a dream. It wasn't real and neither were those people."
She nodded to herself and then, forcibly, put the dream out of her mind. After all, she started her senior year of high school in only a few hours and needed to sleep so that she would be ready. Lying back down in her bed, she reached over and turned off her bedside lamp. In a few minutes, she was asleep again, all thoughts of her nightmare left far behind her.
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So what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Please review. Be kind though, this is my first attempt at a Transformers story.
Next chapter: Lyra starts back to school and a familiar face appears on the scene along with a certain yellow Camaro.
