Hey, guys! I was having the toughest time uploading this. For some reason an error message kept popping up. Anyway, here's chapter three!

Thanks to:

Raine44354 - I'm so sorry for the late update! I actually wrote about 21,000 words for my original story that I hope to publish and I had to write 6 papers for English and History...and two for my UNI class. I apologize so much!

Fantasyfan4ever - Aww, I'm glad =D lols while I'm at it do you want me to write a romance fic centered around a specific Transformers character? I have a couple planned, but I'm afraid the best I can do is a cannon/oc because I like to develop my own character.

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Chapter Three

Elliett's Memory Part 1


The silver haired female was floating in oblivion. She couldn't open her eyes and she couldn't move. There was a mind shattering headache that was attacking her unprotected mind. It was agonizing, but it was somehow comforting. It reminded the silver haired Princess that she was still among the living. The pounding in her skull seemed to beat at the same time as her heart.

"Elliett…" a deep and powerful voice whispered. The voice reminded her of Optimus, but the voice was deeper…if possible. The voice echoed around her, easing the migraine that was splitting her head open. Since the pain was gone Elliett was able to open her eyes. Although she had the freedom to do so, the Princess kept her eyes closed. She was floating so she was almost afraid that she would see nothing. Her ears twitched, trying to catch any sound that was floating through the abyss.

"Elliett, my dear. Open your eyes." the voice wasn't commanding. If anything the voice was completely soothing. The Princess relaxed completely, taking a deep breath as she opened her amber eyes. She was halfway right; she was floating horizontally in a giant black void, but there were two glowing orbs dancing in front of her eyes. They were of medium size, but they were fascinating.

One of the glowing orbs was of the purist of whites. The color and brightness complimented each other. It was bright, but the brightness didn't hurt Elliett's sensitive eyes. It pulsed as it gently laughed; it was the source of the voice that had been speaking to her. The other glowing orb came up beside her and settled next to the floating female. It was made of a gentle golden color – it was almost the same color as the Princess' eyes. Unlike the white orb, the amber one was pulsing in time to her heart. The amber colored orb emitted some sort of heat, coming closer to the Princess as she shivered from the cold.

"W-what are you?" Elliett's voice was small, but it startled her when it began to echo in the giant void. The amber orb started giggling, emitting the voice of a woman as it nuzzled the startled girl's cheek.

"It's more of a question of who we are. I, my dear, am the embodiment of Primus." The white orb – no, it was a spark – chuckled. Elliett's eyes widened dramatically; she was in the presence of the God of the transformers!

"Don't forget me, darling. I am Rathe, Goddess of the demonic world. When your father created your world he also created…well…me!" the amber soul glowed brighter as she spoke. The silver haired girl didn't understand. Why was she there? Why were they?

"You didn't forget, did you? We are to help you retain your memories." Primus gently explained, not giving Elliett any chance to respond. If she had, then she might have backed out of the process. Rathe settled down upon the Princess' chest, spreading the warm feeling through the demoness' body. Primus settled down upon her forehead, deciding to help the demonic godess. With his power the process should be completed in half the time.

"Now, little one, close your eyes." and when Elliett did as she was told, she was hit with a rush of several hundred years worth of memories. Some of them, however, stood out more than others.


A little girl was wandering the halls of the castle. The little girl was, of course, a younger and smaller version of the silver haired Princess. She seemed to be around twelve years of age, but she was much smarter than she let on.

"Princess!" a servant exclaimed, startling the little girl from her thoughts. She looked behind her, tail thrashing wildly. No doubt it was another new addition to the palace that wanted to grovel at her feet. The newcomers thought that if they got on the Princess' good side then she, in turn, would tell the King about their good deeds. Elliett was tired of being fawned over by people who could really care less about the silver haired Princess' true feelings.

Elliett sped up her pace, nervously wandering through the corridors until she had lost the voice. She sighed in relief, but the happy feeling quickly vanished when she realized where she was. In her haste she had wandered to the one place she never wanted to be: the servant's quarters. Her ears pinned themselves to her scalp and her tail subconsciously wrapped itself around her waist. The Princess was on edge; she had to be when she was in an unfamiliar place.

Suddenly, when Elliett went to turn the corner, she ran into something soft yet firm at the same time. It turned out that the Princess had run into a person! Both of them fell to the ground; she was on the bottom and the stranger had landed on top of her. Unfortunately, the stranger also landed on her tail. A great pain shot through her body, causing her to scream out in pain.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" the figure on top of her exclaimed. As the mysterious person tried to scramble off of her several guards flooded the area. They quickly recognized the Princess by both her circlet and the crescent moon shining upon her forehead.

"Highness!" the guards exclaimed, one ripping the boy from her pinned body. Another of the guards – her personal guard at times – picked the silver haired Princess up bridal style as he looked her over.

"You insolent fool! How dare you attack the Princess!" the guard the guard holding the boy exclaimed. The boy looked absolutely terrified; the guard had a firm grip on the boy's leathery black bat wings and by the look on the boy's face it was extremely painful. The guard went to smack the boy in the face, but Elliett made a quick decision. The boy seemed harmless enough.

"Wait!" and with the simple command the guard's arm froze. The boy cracked open an eye and gazed at the Princess in awe.

"Release him. What is your name?" the silver haired Princess asked, slipping from the guard's grasp and kneeling in front of the trembling boy.

"Rowan, Your Highness." the boy said, blushing heavily as he folded his wings to his back. Elliett held out her hand, glaring at the guards around them.

"Well, Rowan…let's be friends." And with that the boy named Rowan beamed, slipping his hand into hers. They were friends from then on.


From then the memories kept coming. They continued flashing by until another made itself painfully clear. They were sporadic and in no certain order, but this memory caused Elliett to subconsciously smile.


"Mama! Mama! Look!" the small voice of an extremely young girl exclaimed, giggling as she ran into the room, grasping something in her small hands. This memory came from an extremely long time ago. The woman in question was actually a demoness – an extremely powerful one at that. She was the Queen of the demons, which made the little girl Elliett, Princess of the demons.

"Yes, dear? What is it?" she asked, turning from the other people in the room. The silver haired girl stopped short, not realizing that there were other people in the room. She became silent, flushing in embarrassment. A shy look crossed her seven year old features but her ears twitched in curiosity.

"Elliett?" she pressed with a kind smile, effectively breaking her daughter out of her stupor. The silver haired girl grinned again, widening her hands to show her mother the floating orb of water. Everyone in the room gasped, but a boy around her age squeaked in excitement.

"Cool!" he exclaimed, bounding over to her. He took the water from her hands, but the sphere of water suddenly exploded. The water soaked into his clothes and everyone laughed as the boy sputtered in shock.

"Oh no, Sage! You got Queen Loriena's carpet soaked!" the woman sighed, rising and coming to her son.

"Mother! Don't!" the young boy named Sage groaned, backing away from his mother. The woman stopped short, however, when her Queen raised a hand.

"Elliett, can you show us how you made the water orb?" the Queen requested of her daughter. Everyone in the room fell silent once again; if her daughter successfully created the orb once again then the Princess would be the youngest elemental user in three centuries.

"I can try, Mama." The little girl said, crossing her eyes and placing her hands over Sage's soaked clothing. With a little motion she summoned the water from the boy's clothing, giggling as the water was removed from the carpet as well. When she looked up she saw a grin on Sage's face. Her mother looked extremely proud while the other adults just looked plane shocked.

"Did I do good, Mama?" the little girl asked as she spun the orb of water between her hands. Her mother just nodded, pushing Sage in her direction.

"You did wonderful, darling. The other adults and I need to talk, but I want you to get to know little Sage better. Did you know he's your cousin?" her mother asked, smiling broadly.

"Really?! Cool! C'mon, Sage! I'll show you my room!" and with that the two of them went bounding down the hall. This was the beginning of an unbreakable bond.


A smile quirked upon the silver haired Princess' lips as both Primus and Rathe laughed with her. That particular memory was one that she treasured because Elliett had a bond with Sage that others were often jealous of. Her mother encouraged communication with the little element user, but Elliett's father held some sort of disdain for the male. Perhaps it was because Sage was her cousin from her mother's side?

All of the memories up to this date had been somewhat pleasant, but this next memory wasn't going to be…not at all. The silver haired girl could tell from the shiver that Primus sent through her skull. He hadn't meant too, but for the Princess to regain all of her memories she had to see the one that haunted her the most.


The silver haired Princess was in a panic. She had gone to her mother's room, but she wasn't there. It was weird; she was always there when she wanted to talk to her daughter. The little nine year old lookalike didn't know what to do. She paced the length of her mother's room, intent on staying until her mother returned.

The silver haired Princess' ears flattened back as an unfamiliar sound pierced the air. Her tail swayed anxiously as her little trembling form backed into what she thought was the curtains of the window; an unfamiliar scent wafted to her nose, but by the time she had placed it…it was already too late.

A pair of arms shot out, slapping some sort of collar around Elliett's throat. She screamed, struggling, but the energy was quickly depleted from her young body. She was hoping that a passing servant would have heard her cries, but it seemed as if luck were against her.

"Aww, I wanted to catch the Queen, but it seems as if you'll do." The man seemed familiar, but the silver haired Princess couldn't place where she had seen him before.

"Where's my Mama?" Elliett cried, tears coming to her eyes. The man just laughed and snapped his fingers. Pain flooded the little girl's body, but there was nothing the silver haired Princess could do.

"How the hell should I know, brat?" the man snickered, taking great enjoyment in the Princess' pain. He only let up when the door to the room slammed open and a furious Queen entered the room. The angry woman's hair was whipping everywhere, no longer bound, and was being tousled by the wind that she was subconsciously controlling.

"Let my daughter go, now." The enraged Queen uncharacteristically hissed, eyes narrowed in hate. One of her handmaidens had quickly gotten her when she heard the Princess' screams. He Queen's robes billowed around her frame as small sparks of electricity crackled around her hands. The strange man had a strong grip upon her daughter's arm; he smirked in triumph as he pulled a dagger from his belt.

"Ah, now, we wouldn't want my arm to slip, do we?" he mused, bringing his arm down upon the girl's cheek. Elliett whimpered and the Queen gritted her teeth…but once again there was nothing they could do.

"Wait…I'll take her place." The Queen said, admitting defeat. Her daughter was roughly thrown to the ground and the metal band was yanked from her neck. In a flash the man had it around her mother's neck. The silver haired Princess was too weak to fight off her assailant; she was easily knocked out to a blow to the head. The last thing she heard was her mother's agonized scream.


Back in the world of the conscious a certain brunette boy jerked awake. Sam looked around feverishly, wondering if the Decepticons had somehow found them even though they were hidden away in a parallel world.

He was confused; if the Decepticons weren't attacking and the other demons weren't attacking…then what was wrong. He stood in the middle of the room for a couple of minutes, working out the kinks he had accumulated in his back and neck. After a working his back the brunette boy decided to check on his unconscious girlfriend. The crescent moon was still shining on her forehead, but her cheeks were wet with recent tears.

"Elle…" he murmured, a frown creasing upon his brow. He held an inner debate for a couple of short seconds before throwing back the covers to the bed. It was currently the middle of the night so he didn't care what the others thought. He slid in the bed next to her, gathering her in his arms as he kissed her forehead. Almost automatically the crying girl cuddled up next to him, smiling softly in her sleep.

"I hope this ends soon for you, Elle. I love you." He murmured nuzzling his nose into her hair. Her ears twitched before her tail suddenly wrapped around his waist.

"Love you, too." She murmured in her sleep. The boy grinned broadly before falling asleep with her cuddled in his arms.