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Ok then so let's get up and running with chapter 6!

Ariana's P.O.V.

Ah! Northern Ireland the most beautiful place on earth; rolling green fields, the amazing recognizable accent and...The rain. That is all it ever seems to do in this country...BLOODY RAIN! My Papa and I had gotten our luggage more or less straight after we had gotten inside the terminal; that was probably something to do with him whizzing off the plane and crashing into everyone like a giddy toddler and then there was me straggling behind pretending not to know who he actually was...only my Papa could this.

His suitcase was relatively plain and simple not to mention it dwarfed in comparison to mine. The loud bright colours of my suitcase really stood out as well as the size; it was at least half my height and weighed about as much as boulder. But a girl has to look good and if that means bringing your whole wardrobe with you, then so be it!

Currently, we were standing out in the rain waiting for my aunt and uncle to show up. It wasn't a very large airport; not like the one we had boarded at and was really only used for short flights so it made sense that there wasn't a lot of shelter. The wind wasn't helping my hair much either and I was dreading to rake my hairbrush through it later; I shuddered at the thought of it.

I shakily turned my head to see how my Papa was coping with the weather. His blonde hair was completely flat against his head and his skin had gone pale from the icy winds. I could see his hand shaking on the handle of his petite suitcase and slowly moved my hand to cover it up to help ease his shivering. My hands had been warming up in my pockets and were like toaster ovens compared to his hands. I was expecting him to look at me and say something like "you remind me so much of your Mama" like had always had a tendency to but instead he just looked up to the sky and allowed his trembling lips to form into a small smile. His vigilant green eyes glued to the freezing cold rain droplets as they splattered onto his face; his gaze never faltered.

"You know Ariana," He began softly, his glance still locked upon the gloomy sky. "I have a feeling that this vacation will most definitely top all of the others...I don't know how...but I just a have a wonderful yet bizarre feeling"

I squeezed his hand tighter and also turned my gaze up to the sky "Me too"

My only question now was: Why do I feel like this? Why do I feel like something wonderful yet bizarre was going to happen. Maybe a ridiculously attractive young Irish lad would saunter into my life; fat chance of that. Or maybe it was that Uncle Colin was thinking about purchasing another Shire horse. I could only hope it would be a female and that she and Jedidiah would get along and then a tiny pitter-patter of small hooves would come! Now that would make my day! But this feeling didn't seem to match my guesses...No it was something more; something large; something totally unexpected.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEP!

The sound of an all too familiar car horn startled me from thought as my eyes followed the sound and fell upon the olive green land rover defender; my Uncle Colin's olive green land rover defender.

"Come on you stragglers'! Pile in the back quick!"

Colin's baritone voice echoed as he leaned out of the passenger car window as Patricia veered over the steering wheel and waved enthusiastically. Then she too shouted: "The doors are unlocked at the back!"

Papa and I didn't waste any time and we both simultaneously darted towards the boot of the car and jumped in, dragging our suitcase behind us. As the car slowly started to chug away once more, my Papa swiftly shut the boot door and sat down in a heap of rainwater and sweat.

"AYE! BY GOD! YOU PAIR SMELL LIKE THE LIVING DEAD!"

There went Uncle Colin's rambling again...

"Aye well that's what you get for leaving us so long..." My Papa spat back in a playful tone as he leaned forward through the gap of the two front seats.

"Alright you pair, just be thankful we didn't bring Gypsy along. Then I would make you both scrub this car clean of all her wee muddy paw prints!" Patricia chuckled as she gazed into the rear view mirror at me and winked causing me in turn to wink back and lightly chuckle to myself.

My Papa and Uncle Colin are brothers-in-law but most people think they are really genetically related. My Mama was a young Irish girl attending University in the U.K. as was my American Papa. My Papa never did tell me just quite how they first met but every time Colin brings it up, my Papa goes a bright shade of vermilion and cringes slightly in embarrassment. It must've been bad...

Even though my Papa was born and raised in the US, I've only been over there to stay with the other side of my family twice. I've never asked why though but I don't think my Papa likes going over there much; which sounds absurd because the area in which he grew up in is positively tantalizing and everyone who lives there is really friendly and welcoming. I guess maybe he made some kind of vow before he went to the U.K. to only return to his first home when absolutely necessary. No other theory springs to my mind...

As we finally drove out of the Airport gates, the "adults" began conversing about things that didn't spring my interest so to pass the time; I decided to draw a little in my sketchpad. I lifted my rucksack to rest upon my lap and quietly began to unzip the largest pocket so not to disturb their conversation. I shuffled my hand through my bag for a few seconds before finding the corner of the sketchpad and gradually lifted it from its confinement and rested it close to my stomach. I then threw my hand back inside to locate my good professional artist pencils and colours. The sudden coolness of both of the metal tins startled me and I let a tiny yelp escape my lips; thankfully for me, no one seemed to notice. Sighing in relief I put my pencils and colours next my sketchpad with a satisfying clink and carefully deposited my bag next to my feet. I brought my legs up to my chin and placed my sketchpad on my still damp legs. Unhurriedly, I opened it and saw all my previous drawings and doodles; this made me smile but one in particular made my smile even more. It was my latest and unfinished drawing of some kind of face or symbol but my reason for smiling even more was because I had seen this image in one of my recent dreams. In fact this image or whatever it was kept appearing in my dreams...the same dream.

The dream would start; but everything was black. Then suddenly a distant panting began to creep in and become closer and closer until a creature which resembled an over-sized white winged wolf leapt onto the scene and the blackness around it unexpectedly changed into what looked like a lengthy strip of a chrome plain. A perfectly flat chrome plain that looked like it belonged in some Sci-Fi film. The wolf creature was running and as it did so, its panting was twice as fast.

The answer as to why it was running came in the form of two aircrafts firing multiple red lasers at it as they both soared across the murky sky. The only thing that confuses me is that no one was flying or controlling the ships that I could see in this dream. As the creature continues to sprint, it seems to be constantly jumping or avoiding blackened or charred corpses but they don't look human like I would've expected them to be. No; they looked more...automated.

In the distance, the strip of chrome plain was coming to an end and some kind of computerized city was approaching. Surely I thought this would be cover for it but no, it didn't stop to hide in one of the derelict rusty buildings, it kept on running; dodging any small burning corpses when beneficial. I just couldn't understand as to why it didn't hide but then I saw something, inside the wolf's like creature jaws was some kind of symbol or badge but only half of it visible. I couldn't make out what it was from the half of what was being shown but whatever it was, those two aircrafts obviously wanted it, and they wanted it now.

As it skidded around a tight corner with ease, the planes had to decrease their speed so not to break their wings but as soon as they were back on the straights, they rapidly sped up and began firing again. This item must have had some value if this creature had this amazing amount of endurance. The wolf turned its head slightly to see just whereabouts the planes were before smirking and flipping its head back around. But an eerie orange glow coming from a giant circular hole in the ground caused the creature to skid to a complete stop just before toppling right over the edge. This glow was caused by lava...and a great deal of it.

A sudden sound of transforming mechanisms and two colossal bangs caused the wolf like creature to turn around and standing before it weren't two planes like I was expecting there to be. Instead stood two vast humanoid beings; both had piercing crimson eyes with bleach white disks as pupils. One was short and stocky looking while the other was taller and lean with an obvious aura of dominance radiating off it.

The more dominate of the pair stepped forward while transforming his hand into a gun and pointing it to the wolf's head. "We can do this the easy or the hard way: you give me the pendant and I'll make your death less...excruciating"

The wolf creature didn't move at all but a low threatening growl rumbled through its body; its eyes were a furious sapphire blaze of ire.

The other humanoid creature stepped forward but didn't show any weapons: "What is your designation? Are you an Autobot scumbag or are you a ruthless Decepticon like us?"

I waited patiently for the wolf to answer and wondered what it was thinking and why it didn't answer their previous questions.

"WE WILL NOT ASK YOU AGAIN! TRANSFORM NOW AND IDENTIFY YOURSELF OR I'LL SHOOT YOU INTO THE NEXT MILLENIA!" The dominate one roared in annoyance. I could see this wolf creature getting easily hurt but then I heard the sound of a transforming mechanism, and the wolf's body changed into a bipedal form like the others, as it elegantly caught the pendant mid air with its hand but there was something different. It didn't have masculine characteristics like they did, it had feminine ones. This wolf was a female...

"I...am aligned with no side and I never WILL BE," She said in a way that sounded as if she wasn't finished "And I will NEVER give this pendant to the likes of a duo of dim-sparked rusty burnouts such as you!"

The female clutched the pendant in her hand tighter as she knew this was her last stand, and she was right. In less than three seconds they both ran towards her hungry for pounding and ripping her open for insulting them. The determination and pure hatred I saw in their eyes made me feel uncomfortable. However, just before they dug their piercingly sharp claws into her, she did something absolutely preposterous...

This small young looking girl dived backwards off of the edge of the circular hole and was falling to her doom. Her grip on this pendant never faltered as she closed her eyes, ready to receive unimaginable pain. A single blue tear dripped slowly from her eye as the lava consumed her whole without a sound. The two males leaned over the edge in awe as to what had just occurred.

The smaller humanoid being timidly gazed up at the bolder one, his face looked panic-stricken "He's going to kill us now! We were supposed to take her hostage and retrieve that pendant! We weren't supposed to kill her!"

"WE?! There was never a "WE" in this situation! And honestly it was your feeble-mindedness that made her jump! If you weren't as needed by our master as you are, I would terminate you...HERE AND NOW!". The wiry one turned and cowered over his counterpart like some kind of ghastly shadow. His words had sounded like venom; however, his argument wasn't very convincing. "Besides...what good was that absurd pendant to our liege anyway? If you ask me, it was merely just for show..."

"Shall we return to headquarters then?" The smaller one inquired gulping "Empty handed?"

The lean humanoid being sighed all most as if he was afraid of his own decision. He turned to walk towards the direction they had just flown from, his back facing his comrade and his hands neatly behind his back: "As much as I am dreading it myself...we must return and face the consequences of our actions"

"Even...e-even if it means-!" The stockier one choked stumbling towards the taller one.

"Yes," The taller one started, his dominance beginning to crumble under the vast weight being placed upon his shoulders "E-even if it means death"

The thin being allowed a short silence to pass between them before galloping a brief distance; leaping into the air, he transformed and began zooming towards their "headquarters". Hesitantly, the shorter being followed; also soaring off into the distance and as strange as it sounds, I could feel his utter regret of his decision to follow his comrade. To them both, they were really playing with life or death...

That's when the scorched symbol I was perfecting appeared as various words were said:

HE'S A MURDEROUS TYRANT...

...HE'S AN UGLY FIEND...

...AND HIS DEATH OF DEPRESSION...

...WILL OCCUR WHENEVER WE DEEM...

By this point in the dream, I was extremely confused as to whom these voices, who sounded like they were in tremendous pain, were referring to. Were they referring to one of those men? Or perhaps their master of whom they seemed to fear. Whatever they were talking about, this dream was turning into a nightmare and one which I wanted no part of.

...ONLY THE ONE WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHOM THEY REALLY ARE CAN TAME THE OPPRESSOR, THE WARMONGER WHOM DESTROYED MILLIONS...

"Who? Who is responsible for all of this? Please I am in foreign territory! I don't understand who killed you all and your kind"

MEGATRON! HE IS RESPONSIBLE!

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Well that wraps up chappie 6 everyone!

Hmmmmm...what should I have for dinner?

Definitely a cheeseburger!