A/N: I watched a video with the audio from the One Tree Hill. Does This Darkness Have a Name? It inspired me.

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I watched as the younglings were loaded onto the shuttles. Teachers climbing on with them. Couples were crying all around. Soldiers were holding the genitors back. I stood there, standing with disbelief at the chaos all around. Genitors were shouting for their younglings to come to them. Genitors were crying, shouting, begging for their younglings.

And I stood there with my people. I stood there, and I watched.

When did our race become like this? When did everything become so wrong? When did things become so bad that we had to send our children off, never knowing if they would return? When?

Why did we allow for these arms of darkness to grasp us, and pull us closer to it's core? Why did we allow it to get so bad? Why did we allow ourselves to fall into the hatred and cruelty to pit us against each other?

I didn't understand then, and I don't understand now. How things could have become so bad. How my people could allow their feelings of hatred to become overpowering. What happened to my people? What happened that they decided war was the way to go?

Why did I just stand there and watch the events unfold. Why didn't I try to stop it? What happened to my race?

"Primus?"

I turned to face the red giant behind me. He wrapped his huge arms around me, and frowned. "You are only what your people make you."

I shook my helm. "They can hope, and pray all they want, but I know that those ships won't make it back. Those ships will be lost forever, and all will die." I felt the tears well up. "WHAT KIND OF GOD AM I, IF I CAN'T PREVENT THIS FROM HAPPENING?"

"This will be horrible loss, but it will help them grow. I know you want to protect them. I know you want to hold them close, and never let them go, but they have learn to fly. They control their fate. All we can do watch. You tried to warn Alpha Trion. You tried."

My helm fell. "They shouldn't praise me. They shouldn't look up to somebody who can't even protect her own!"

"Primus."

"This war. I tried to stop it. I tried, Unicron."

"Pri Pri, I know, but it's time I took over for now."

The tears flowed. "This darkness is going stretch for vorns, it will never end. Bots say that wars where one is much more powerful than the other is worse than war where both sides are evenly matched, but there's nothing worse than the two sides being evenly matched. The fighting just goes on forever. It doesn't stop. IT NEVER STOPS!"

I felt myself be pulled into the mech's arms. "I know. You have to be strong though. Get a hold of yourself, and keep holding."

I flinched when the explosion sounded. Screams rang through the air. Cries of genitors. Screeches of pain. The tortured yells of the younglings. I heard it all. I felt it all.

I heard my name being cursed. I heard the guns fire, the people running and the air going stiff. Soon the planet would nothing but a wasteland. All because I couldn't stop this from happening.