I've gotten some feedback on the first prologue, apparently I didn't explain Silver (though I really did mean to, sorry!) Silver is half Cybreian, half human. She, her cousins, siblings and children, can take on human form too. Her mother and Uncle are able to as well, as it is an Ivorra trait. So that means Dusk is human *cough* sorta *cough* at this time. Hope that cleared it up a bit.

I had to split the prologue in two, because I want the story to be more centered around Dusk's teen years than her childhood. Explaining her aloneness (Not a word but it fits) now beats separating later. On to the disclaimer!

This girl does not own Transformers, (but the OC's are mine bwahaha! The realm of Cybres is mine) but she wishes she did, because, frankly, that'd be awesome!

My Characters-Trans Counterparts Mentioned in this chap.

Healer- Ratchet

Tomosal Ivorra- Optimus Prime

Starfighter Ivorra- None

Silver Greyman (Silverstar Ivorra)- Arcee (Prime-verse)

Dusk Greyman-None

Prologue Part 2

Hope Fades

Normal POV

As soon as he stepped through the portal the child began to wail, the piercing shriek nearly ruptured his audios.

He hushed her, but to no avail. The child knew that this was not her realm, and she was not afraid to let him know.

"Young one, please, be quiet," Ratchet whispered.

But Dusk wouldn't have it.

Her shrieking cry transformed into words, but he was not yet fluent in Cybreian.

"Leithio nin!" she shrieked, "Leithio nin!"

The Medic let a sigh hiss through his vents. How the Cybreians could resemble the Cybertronians in form and manner, yet have another language and culture he would never understand. Even their concept of the Halflings such as Silver and her cousins (half-human, half-Cybreian and the most powerful of the Cybreian race) baffled him.

He might as well try his hand at the language again.

"Odulen an edraith angin," he crooned as the words fell uncomfortably from his vocalizer, "I ven hen delu,"

The Halfling child glared up at him with glittering sapphire eyes, only six months old and still she acted as defiant as her mother appeared.

"Leithio nin," she hissed, "."

"I will not," he replied sharply, "Believe me, youngling, there are far worse things in this universe than those in yours."

The Halfling child growled darkly. Her human eyes glinting with a brilliant blue fire.

The Medic shuttered his optics, this would be a long trek.

"Freeze!" a clear voice called.

Ratchet growled.

"Arcee, it's me,"

A blue and silver femme with pinkish highlights came slowly out of the trees, blaster still held at ready.

"Nana?" Dusk chirruped, looking at the femme.

"Who is this?" Arcee asked as her blaster transformed back into a servo.

"Her name is Dusk Andromeda Starfighter Greyman," Ratchet explained, "The Crown Princessa of the planet Cybres."

"I've never heard of such a planet,"

"Nana?" Dusk asked once more as she strained out of Ratchet's arms.

"What is she saying?" Arcee asked, "Is she calling me her grandmother?"

Ratchet laughed, "She is calling you her mother,"

"I thought 'Nana' was a term for grandmother?"

"In Cybreian it isn't," Ratchet said, "Nana means mother or in this one's case, Mama."

"Why is she calling me that?" Arcee asked as the Halfling child crawled into her arms.

"I have not seen her mother's Cybreian form," Ratchet admitted, "But from what my counterpart, Healer, tells me…she looks uncannily like you, Arcee,"

The femme looked at the tiny child, who was staring at her.

"Not…Mama…" the child sighed sadly, and slowly, in English, "I want my Mama, I WANT MY MAMA!"

Arcee hushed the Halfling child as bright blue tears streaked down the tiny being's face, "Hush, little one, you're safe now."

An explosion belied the statement.

"Decepticons!" Ratchet yelled, "Arcee! Take the child and go!"

"And leave you by yourself?"

"It's not me they're after!"

Arcee looked at the girl and then back at Ratchet.

And she ran.

"Don't look back," she whispered to herself, "Don't look back."

That was her mistake.

A shot nicked her shoulder, sending both Autobot and Halfling tumbling into the turf.

Arcee's vision cleared just enough for her to see a grey Seeker land in front of her.

"Starscream," she growled.

"That's Commander Starscream to you, Autobot," the SIC of the 'Cons smirked.

Arcee tried to stand, but Starscream put his pede on her back, laughing.

"Of all the instances you and I have had, this by far is the most enjoyable for me," he cackled, sharpening his talons.

A shot rang out, and Starscream did what he did best…scream.

Arcee could barely see the towering form of her leader as he came to her rescue.

"Starscream," Optimus Prime growled, "Release her."

The Seeker gave a low growl, but retreated nonetheless. An angered Prime was something he did not want to mess with.

"Arcee," Prime said as he lifted the femme to her feet, "Are you harmed?"

"No sir," the blue femme said, brushing herself off, "But Ratchet…"

"Is doing just fine," the Medic said, joining the two, "Where is Dusk?"

A cold feeling gripped Arcee's Spark.

The child had been knocked from her grip.

The femme kicked into protector mode and the three Autobots frantically searched for the Halfling.

"Dusk!" they called, "Dusk! Answer us! Dusk!"

But there was only silence.

The hope for the world of Cybres was gone.

A/N: I really like TF Prime's Arcee better than Bayverse's (Sorry), I see her most like Silver. So she's who I used.

Title taken from a part in Into the West by Annie Lennox! Definitely recommend this song. The langues of Cybres is basically a mix between Quenya and Sindarin from LOTR (major Ringer alert!).

Leithio nin: Release me

Odulen an edraith angin: I'm here to save you

I ven hen delu: This road is dangerous

: Now

Nana: Mom, Mommy, Mama, Mother

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please R&R! :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.