WARNING! There is some controversial religious issues, as well as some uncomfortable history. This is not a bashing of any religion, merely opinions and experiences of fictional and real people that I have created and known, as well as history that I have read up on. If you are uncomfortable with this, please turn away now. Please remember, this is not an attack on anyone's religion, merely a story.

The Guardian waited, watched as the world of magic and power began to fade and die out, as the humans were forced to turn their backs on the worlds they had once walked together, and entered into a realm of oneness, of singularity, of a desire for monotheism, monogamy, mono-being, one, single, only, of there being only one way, one kind, one people, one faith, one destiny. He watched as statues of deities older than the new "True Faith" were torn down, witnessed the murders of innocent women and men and children (at the stake, at the gallows, burned alive, drowned, hung, bloodied and beaten, cut, beheaded, dismembered, tortured, destroyed, gone, gone forever, dead, dead, dead, dead), watched as women were stripped of power, men forced into positions of dominance and "kind" violence, children beaten and hurt for the acts of "devil worship" and "evil deeds." He watched as the thing that dared to call itself the "One True Faith" spread like a disease over all of the lands. He watched as land was paved over, trees that once represented entire tribes, clans, people and villages, cut down in symbolic severance of the people to the land, to nature, to their deities, to their ancestors, to their inner selves. He watched as guilt and fear, blind obedience and submission, masculinity over femininity made the Old Ways disappear. He watched as what was once used to cleanse and heal was turned to something malicious and horrid. He watched as the humans were turned from magic, and away from him.

He watched them and wondered why it was that he stayed where others had left.

He wondered just how many times his heart could break before he was beyond all help and hope- for them and him.

But he also saw things that gave him hope.

He saw entire covens being formed between many people, as they worked their powers at night, under the light of the full moon, in the seclusion and protection of the forests. He saw women that risked their lives to help mothers through the pains of labor where the male doctors would have forced them to "pay for the sins of their first mother." He saw determined individuals that fought in any way they could to stay true to their faith, to their land, to their ancestors. He watched as gods were turned to saints, and then worshiped as the gods they truly were right under the Church's nose, by their own hands. He saw how clever and sly and devious and determined so many of the people were to pass on the sacred knowledge of land and time, life and death, and of all things that were denied, turned away, deemed blasphemy, and erased by the Church.

He watched and waited for the day that they would call upon him again, when he would once more be worthy of his title as Guardian.

He had no way of knowing that his release back into the plane of his wards would come with the awakening of metal giants from a planet far from Earth, many, many years after the Burning Times.

Disclaimer: all recognizable Transformers characters are property of Hasbro. The Guardian belongs to Natsumi Wakabe and the Wakabe Writing Firm, as well future OC characters to be named later.

Author Notes: This story is inspired by a prompt on Transformers Bunny Farm: tf-bunny-farm. livejournal 237614. html# cut id 1 (please remember to take out spaces)
Prompt was for humans turning to magic in order to fight Decepticons. Michiko, bless that witch, took one look and demanded it be written. So here it is. By the way, everyone wave hi to our new secretary, Sephora. She, Onoro and Michiko will be running this story. However, do to many, many, way too many commitments (school, various rituals and holidays, festivities, work and family obligations) this story is going to take a while to be updated. BUT IT WILL BE. Just as soon as we have time to feed the bunny. Anyways, I hope you like this, and remember: flames will be used to roast evil!faeries on a stick. Have fun. -Isuzu (Ghost Secretary of the Wakabe Writing Firm)