Ch. 1: Sacrifice
I don't own Transformers. But that's pretty obvious, right?
The meadow at night was perfectly serene. Still and quiet, it resembled an enchanted sanctuary where nothing could touch it. Sadly, it was not to last.
A powerfully built form tore into the meadow, dripping blood from numerous wounds. A shaft of moonlight revealed a pale, finely-shaped face, pointed elfin ears, and a long mane of red hair. As well as a fine face, the man in the meadow was tall, agile, and just plain beautiful. In his arms, he cradled a tiny bundle of blankets.
Sinking to his knees, the man- a man too good to be human- gasped in pain as his wounds continued to drain him of his life's blood. Even a demon such as this man, a demon named Kashi Sandstorm, had his limits and tonight, Kashi had reached his.
The bundle in his arms stirred and Kashi peered inside. At three months old, the daughter of himself and his wife Sarah was perfect. Soft red hair already reached her tiny shoulders, a black whip-like tail curled at her side and her closed eyes were a perfect gold, just like his.
Kashi bit back a sob as he recalled the events of the evening. He and his wife Sarah had been attacked by some of the last few remaining demons on Earth, demons who believed that demons and humans simply should not be together. Kashi had fought them off as best he could, but he had been badly hurt and Sarah had been killed. With no other choice, Kashi had grabbed the couple's daughter and fled, knowing that he would not live past the night, but determined to secure his daughter's future.
Now, Kashi knew what he had to do. The claws on his hands touched his chest lightly before slicing through the skin, letting more blood. Plunging a hand into the pocket of the robes he wore, Kashi withdrew a single piece of paper and pressed it to the new wound, murmuring a spell as he did. The blood touched the paper and formed words, words he hoped would ensure that his child survived.
Kashi slipped the paper into his daughter's blankets, then cradled her close for the last time. Then, he set her down the ground and held his arms over her. Closing his eyes, Kashi evoked a spell that would transport his infant child to a safe place. Where that place was, he had no idea; that was for Fate to decide. But sure enough, once he had finished the spell, not even a trace of the baby remained.
Kashi felt the presence of shadowy forms behind him and turned to face his adversaries. Wraith-like forms stared at him with glowing red eyes and vicious grins.
"Kashi Sandstorm, at long last," one hissed, its voice like the first wind of a particularly cruel winter.
"It seems you won't rest until I am dead," Kashi replied. "I hope you know that I plan to kill you before I die, but I have no problem with that."
"Oh? You fear for no one's safety?" the voice hissed back.
"Not anymore. You'll have my life, as you've already taken Sarah's. But you will never find my daughter."
The demons surrounding Kashi growled, understanding his words.
"Perish, Kashi Sandstorm, for fouling your blood with that of a human!" But Kashi was prepared and he attacked his enemies with anger fueled by grief, becoming an unstoppable force of nature. And indeed, all of his attackers were dead long before Kashi himself drew his last breath the following dawn. But as he left Earth behind, Kashi was consoled with the knowledge that at least his daughter was safe.