This is what haunted the dreams of many Autobots who came down to earth. The war had taken away many things from them, family, friends, the planet, and the once known good dreams. The dreams that had once inspored them to walk the planet and fight for freedom, now made them never wish to sleep again.
Finding out that the one like a brother abandoned him, and thatbhis sparkmate was dead. To know that the planet is dieing. Shipping the only thing that could save the planet away.
The one who got it the worst was Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots. Every night the worst of the war would haunt him, and never let him go. The iron grip of fear, saddness, and regret would grasp his very being. How many had he lead into battle and never saw again.
The burned twisted bodies of the ones he knew. The criea of younglings looking for their parents. Dieing comrades asking for him to win this war befoee gicing their final breath.
And it was nights like this that he wished that he could go back in time. Go to a time that he did not have to worry about his dreams, or if the ones he loved would survive. So many have died, and so few live. If only there was a way to get rid of theae reminders. These memmories that haunt him every night.
Knowing that he could have died, but came back to life. Knowing that the one who was like a son to him was almost disected. Knowing that the one who taught him was a traitor.
But tonight, in the worst of the first nightmare, a voice came to him, "Daddy, are you ok??"
A figure walked onto the battlefield where he fought, small and frail looking. Large wings that were folded to her sides, a tail that hung low to the ground. Her optics were sad, and the fins of her helm were at their lowest.
"Daddy, are you ok"
He looked at her, his body covered in the sticky energon of his foes and friends alike. He could not bring himself to words as the figure came up to him. She wraped her slim arms around his torso, her hands barely touching. Her wings wraped around him as the little one gave him a hug.
The screams of dieing bots were fadeing slowly. The smell of burning energon also fadeing. The axe in his hand went to his back, as he grimiced from the still heard screams.He looked down to his daughter, his voice still gone the thing he could do was wrap his own arms about her. He could feel the warmth rising to the surface of her body, and he could see the world around him fadeing. The war was gone, now nothing remained, but peace.
*Fuchsia POV*
I looked at the sleeping form of my father, a small smile forming on his lips. His body fliped and turned, tossong from the nightmeare that had waged war on his mind. Tonight shall be a peaceful one for him. I look around the room one more time,i guess... just tonight.
I crawled onto the bed that my father slept upon. My womgs on my back and my tail still. As I felt my mind drift into sleep, I felt my father's arm wrap around me. The bond between us was peacefull. My own mind was at ease, and I closed my optics. Our very sparks drivimg away the others nightmares that had waged in our very souls.
