Hi, and welcome to Forestfairyunicorn's Transformers Animated: Shadowed Secrets!
So far, this chapter will take place after "Transwarp" but before "Predecons Rising." In fact, "Predecons Rising" will not exist. My fanfic, my rules.
The moon shone brightly over a dark forest, appearing like an eye to look over the world. Like the day, nocturnal inhabitants chorused their masterpieces left off from their diurnal relatives. Each participant knew its piece since the birth of time, and will never end unless time undone time.
Tonight's concert was slightly off because of a swift silhouette of a young girl dashing through the forest, breathing quick, ragged breaths.
They'll never catch me, she thought determinedly as she continued to run, despite her screaming muscles and cut feet. Never again.
Seeing light other than the moon partly hidden by the trees, the girl put on a final burst of speed. When she burst through the forest, the girl realized what it was: lights of a city. It seemed to look like another day.
There must be a festival, she thought, relived that They won't find her here, among crowds of unsuspicious people and colourful lights.
Suddenly darkness leapt at her.
A large weight was on her middle when she resurfaced from her dream. As soon as sleepiness left her eyes, the girl realized that the "weight" was the energetic robotic dog known as Sparkplug, the official pet of Sumdac Tower, which surprisingly is also a home as well as a manufacturing robot factory.
"You do realize, dog, that it's 'bout.....six 'n the morning and you just woke me up from a nice dream." which was almost a lie because it wasn't over and the terror has yet to begin. Sparkplug just looked at her cheerfully and gave her a quick dog-like morning kiss, obviously unaware of the annoyance he had caused.
Unable to keep a straight face, she burst out laughing, but quickly quieted down. As soon as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, the girl could see that it was almost bright: the sky was a pale blue and the sun was about to come up. She rose from her bed, gently pushing Sparkplug from it. The robotic canine was growing attached to this new girl since his old playmate was distant. She didn't mind; she made a new friend, and that was all it mattered.
Fumbling into her dresser drawer for the remote to open the windows, the girl made a quick mental cooking review for breakfast. She wanted to make a good impression for her new foster family. Some foster family-to-bes cancelled her transfer from the Academy because she was either too young or too old.
Her hand soon touched a familiar feel: cool metal in interloping designs. With a growing gnawing feeling of remembrance, she pulled the metal out, revealing a picture frame containing her and her horseback riding team/friends five years ago back in Algonquin. Their nicknames were hand-written along with the horses' names: Abbess and Venus' Wing, Marri and Sir Torador, Theres and Duke Jordan, Autumn and Breezy Moon, Victory and Celtic's Cry, and Pixie and Nightwish. The girl's eyes strayed to Victory: a smiling girl of ten years with a frizzy dirty brown pony-tail, torn jeans and glasses.
"Poor girl," she thought. "She has had no idea that her life was about to change—"
"Gah!" she squealed when cold metal touched her warm foot. When she looked down, she saw that the mischievous mechanic dog has her remote.
"Oi! Give it back," she asked sternly as she reached down. Sparkplug quickly loped out of the room, yapping his annoying but playful barking. Apparently he wants to play as he used to with his old owner.
"Come back here, you mutt!" The girl gave chase, thankfully wearing the clothes she had on last night, because she was too tired to change, instead of her nightgown.
In a way she was glad of this, because she wouldn't transform to her past, and the five recent years of her life, of the burning hellfires of pain, hate, and sorrow.
"They must never know about my past," the girl silently swore to herself. "Never."
Short chapter, yes I know. They will be longer soon. Meanwhile, send reviews! They make Sparkplug and Random Bliztwing happy!
Random Bliztwing: Ooh! Did someone call mah name?