New story for you all! This one has been up on Wattpad for a while. This story will be updated every Monday until I run out of chapters! Enjoy!
My name is Phoenix and I... am a Griffin. A rare breed of predacon. I want to tell you my story. The hardships I endured, how I met Rumble, how I even wound up at the Autobot base.
I guess I should start with my day to day basis.
My mornings aren't usually quiet like I want them to be. I would wake up next to my Carrier and listen to my Sire yell and vent his angers. Being the son of the famous Predaking, my Sire thinks he has a legacy to uphold. It's hard on my Carrier. She's raising two younglings single-servoed and without any help from him. To be honest, she's one of my heroes. My brother and I usually just stay around our Carrier all day. That is... until my brother started going outside of our cave, the large cave that we lived in, connected through tunnels. Many predacons lived there, most being Decepticons, the ones not living on the warship with our Lord Megatron. Some predacons here decided against choosing a side, so they were neutral. I was one of the only ones who wanted to be an Autobot while being part of the Decepticon faction. A rare thought to have, but I had it.
I wouldn't usually leave my mothers side while I was young, but when I did, it was to refuel. I never did really intake much, but I managed. Eating wasn't really a big thing for me and neither was fighting. I've wanted to be a spy, and at the time, I didn't think that it would take any fighting.
Now I know different. Everything is a fight.
I rarely left the cave, and when I did, it was to the waters right outside. There was a fairly large lake at the bottom of the hill and I loved playing in water more than I loved flying. I would take the occasional fly around the grounds, seeing the Warship every now and then, watching as all the Steves wandered the halls.
Steves. The Decepticon clones. Every single one looked the same and they were all pretty lame at fighting. every time an Autobot killed one, the Decepticons would simply just make another to stand in its place.
I guess at the time, it seemed like a good life, but with all things, what comes up, must come down.