Life did not have a restart button. You could not pause it, not even if you wished for it. You could only keep on playing, even if it was unfair, but when you die, you remained dead. No phoenix down could bring you back. Because it was life, and life was that way. A real bitch. But if you had had the chance to choose? What button would have you pushed? Retry or Game Over?

Everyone looked for adventures. Everyone wanted to be the chosen one, the hero, but what everyone seemed to forget was that most adventures could have a deadly end, be the chosen one could be a curse, rather than a gift, and that nothing came without a price. At this point, the question to make to yourself was rather simple, will you be willing to pay it or not, in the end?

A minimis quoque timendum. Like their motto said, you should not understimate any creature, not even her, a muggle, ruling out her chance to become the main chess piece in a Magical war. Because she was no fool pawn. No brave knight. But The Queen. And who, like her, knew how to play chess, it was obvious deducing what the outcome would have been. Who, in the end, would have won.

Light had always been overrated, because, what everyone seemed to forget, was that it was only thanks to darkness that light could be seen, that the real nature of things could be found, untold truths and dark secrets that Seraphine had learned to keep and ward along with herself in the dark, where no one dared to look or to go for fear to see what or who was concealed beneath.

Men. Aliens. In the end all we get to ask ourselves that question. Even you. Even the leader of the Autobots. So, what will your answer be? What are you willing to do for love? OptimusxOc. Warnings inside.