This little ficlet was actually inspired by a picture I did recently. It just seemed to be screaming for some back-story too it (though I admit this can hardly count as a back story). You can go to my gallery to view my picture.
As always I don't own Transformers, goodness knows I wish I did
Oh, I had not one specific in mine when I drew the picture or wrote this. It's just supposed to be some random Decepticon.
Let the Glory Fade
My entire life I have known nothing but war. There was never any questioning it then. It was the way we thrived, the way we lived and the way we died.
I accepted that, without a thought, without a question. It was meant to be that way, just as we were. I was so misled
I used to glory in the war with my brethren, glory in the cause. We were meant to fight, we were meant to rule. All who stood in our way would be laid to waste in a field of flame, ash and dust.
Ours was the power, ours was the hatred, ours was the glory and we, prideful as we were, reveled in it.
As for our enemies, theirs alone was the pain and despair they wrought upon themselves. Oh, how we used to point and laugh at them in ridicule. Fools, we thought. Stupid, stubborn, ignorant fools!
How, dare I say, ironic.
We were the fools but we never could see it, not until it the end. Now look what it's done to us. See how it has destroyed us and all else. Now we are reduced to this. Ours are the lies that we were fed, ours are the tears we have shed, ours is the pride that was so misled. There's nothing but demons inside our heads. Nothing of worth, nothing but shame...
It's over, done. Let the glory fade; fade into the dark, deep and silent shadows. Fade into the hollow nothingness we once followed
Let the glory fade, I don't want it anymore