First Chapter (Finally!) took me a while, but I got some thoughts strung together. Dusk doesn't know who she truly is. Her First name is the same (That's about all she remembers) Her last name is different, so don't think it's a typo...it was purely intentional! :)
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
Chapter 1
The Older I Get
Cybres
Silver POV
"See! I told you!" I snapped, "I told you he would not be able to take care of my child!"
"Ivorynn, please," Mom said, "She is much safer on that Earth than in anywhere in our own realm."
I glared at her and turned back to the Great Guardian's Glass, a smooth, silver table-like pedestal with a polished surface that reflected everything.
Things that were, things that are, and sometimes things that have not yet come to pass.
I looked into the swirling depths of the Glass and saw the image of three distraught Autobots. One looked like my Autari form did, another looked similar to my Uncle, and I knew that the third was Healer's counterpart, Ratchet. The image blurred and another one took its place.
A silver-blond baby girl.
Dusk.
A thin crescent-moon shaped scar slashed down across her left eye, a result of the battle of which I had watched in agony.
"My baby," I whispered, biting my fist, "Be safe, please be safe."
Dusk POV
16 years later
Tranquility High, California
Tweeeeet
I flinched as I watched from my hiding place beside the bleachers.
"Get off your lazy bums!" the gym teacher snarled at the girls on the court, "Martinez! Get that net up! Terrell! Get the volleyballs! Move, move MOVE!"
"I'm so not getting into this," I groaned as I huddled deeper into my corner.
Marion Burgermeister, or the Burgermonster as I often referred to him (not to his face of course!) was not one to mess with when angered.
"Greyn!" the Burgermonster yelled, "Get out from behind there!"
I sighed, brushing my silver-blond hair from my dark eyes.
"Yes Mr. Burgermonster," I muttered.
"What was that Greyn?!"
"Nothing, nothing," I sighed.
This was going to get old…fast.
I trotted onto the court and faced the opposing team, a group of teenage boys from the next campus.
"Better not throw this again, Greyn," a raven haired girl growled at me as I settled.
"Throw?" I asked grinning, "I thought you hit volleyballs, Morgan?"
Morgan glared at her, her deep brown eyes glinting with hate.
"You just watch your back," she growled, "Geek."
I cocked an eyebrow.
"Geek, that's the best you can do?" I thought, inwardly laughing.
I shook my head.
"Name calling, real mature," I snickered as I settled into my starting position, "But I guess that's the maturity level of someone your level is bound to achieve."
I could feel the burning brown lasers on my back, I could sense the angry prep's hatred, and I, of course, completely ignored it.
"You're not going to zing her back?" my best friend, Amber, asked.
"Sticks and stones, my friend," I grinned, "sticks and stones."
The Burgermonster blew his whistle, and the boy's server smacked the ball over the net.
"I've got it!" I yelled, dashing forwards and diving to keep the ball from hitting the floor.
A brute force slammed into me, knocking me off course and into the net's pole, hitting my head.
I blinked, trying to get my bearings straight.
I felt like I got hit by a truck.
"Who 'it me…?" I slurred as I stood, knees wobbling.
"Look what you did to my mani," Morgan pouted, as she smirked at me.
Oh Lord, did I have a concussion? Or worse?
Morgan's gonna pay for this…
"Imma gonna ge' you Morgan…" I growled, staggering forward.
Morgan snickered as I shook my head.
And snapped out a fist at the raven-haired girl.
Morgan yelped as my fist caught her full in the stomach.
"GREYN!" the Burgermonster shouted, his face turning a sickly shade of purple, "OFFICE! NOW!"
Amber helped me out of the gym..
Amber POV
Dusk came out of the office with an ice-pack and a smile.
I frowned.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked my friend.
"Ah," Dusk said, "Just Frank's new joke that he told."
"You didn't get in trouble?"
"What for?" my best friend asked, innocently blinking her deep blue eyes, "Frank and I go waaay back."
"I can't believe it…you know Principal Marino?"
"Believe it," Dusk said, smirking, "I've got this whole joint wrapped around my little finger. Ol' Frankie let me off with a warning."
The two of us walked back to our class, Dusk was gaining a whole bunch of looks from the other students.
"What are they looking at?" Dusk growled.
"You, of course," I replied, "You do realize you punched the most popular girl in school in the stomach?"
"I was aiming for her face," Dusk muttered.
Normal POV
NEST Base
Diego Garcia
Arcee came slowly into her leader's quarters, the Prime didn't even look up from his desk as she stopped.
"Any luck, Arcee?" he asked softly.
"It's been the same answer as it has been for sixteen years now, Optimus," she replied, "No sign of her."
"Silver is becoming frantic," the Prime muttered, "My counterpart, Tomosal, has informed me of the trouble Halfling Child's disappearance is wreaking among the royal family."
"And how has our lives been less hectic?" the Femme asked, "We've made contact with the humans, battled at Mission City, and know we are hunting down what is left of our foes,"
"And yet we still seem to be incapable of taking care of a single Sparkling," Optimus said, looking down at the desk.
"Don't beat yourself up about it," Arcee sighed, folding her arms, "If anything the fault is mine…I should have protected her better,"
"All the same," Optimus said, finally looking up, "we must keep searching for the Girl…she is her world's last hope."
A/N: Sorry if it's a little boring, it might be that way for a while. FYI, this is set after 1st movie, early beginning of 2nd movie...Dusk will appear in the second movie (possibly around the time the All Spark shard is stolen from the Base...we'll just have to see won't we?) and the third movie (hopefully).
Title from Skillet's song: The Older I Get.
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.
