Unicron never transformed, he simply walked further into the desert. I couldn't scream or run or speak so I sat in perfect unmoving silence. Finally he stopped and dropped me. I didn't try to catch myself on my feet and surprisingly it hurt less. Unicron threw down a pen and paper.
"Write," he ordered.
Unicron kind of reminded me of Loki. He had the horns for it but I think that even the god of mischief would run if he saw Unicron. His eyes held no emotion, except maybe hate, and he exuded an evil aura that forced every living animal and insect away. He was so tall that I was sure he could touch the clouds until a group of clouds passed over him to cover up the full moon.
"This isn't how it works," I coughed out the words. "I need the quill and Covenant."
"Oh? Is that what Trion told you? Write. Write anything and prove it to yourself."
I raised an eyebrow and stared at the paper and pen. Nothing happened. I wasn't wafted into a vision like before and the pen didn't move on it's own. The wind moved and in my head I could hear Trion and Solus Prime. Their voices blend together. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Write! My patience is wearing thin, child."
"Get me the quill. The quill is what I need." I opened my eyes. "The quill is the only way to write the future."
He narrowed his eyes and stared at me. I met his gaze the best I could. I didn't want to be considered weak. My heart beat in my throat and I could feel every pulse in my body quicken until the pulsing halted all at once. "It's at my house." I continued after a long period of silence.
"Fine," he breathed out the agreement. He didn't like the thought of going back where the autobots were. Is that why he waited until I was far away from Bee? Did he know or sense my fear? Did I show the fear on my face?
In the distance I could hear rumbling of cars. Run! My instincts told me. I ran toward the sound but I didn't get very far before Unicron pinned me to the ground. "Where do you think you're going?" He hissed.
I tried to squirm out from his grip but the more I did the harder he pressed me to the earth. The weight of his hand was enough to take the air from my lungs. I struggled to breathe. It was just like in my dream.
From amidst the noise I could hear Prime's voice. "Elsa, protect yourself!" The world around me slowed as I raised my hands to protect my face. Prime jumped from the direction I was running toward, halfway into his transformation he attacked Unicron who stumbled backwards. Sparks flew and burned my hands but I had no time to tend to them. I got up and ran toward the autobots as one by one they ran to help their leader.
"Look, he's running away!" Crosshair mocked. I turned to see that it was true.
"But…why?" I whispered. The breath hadn't returned as quickly as I thought.
There was another sound, a strange sound that I've heard from somewhere but I couldn't place on where I had heard it. The presence transformed and its voice left a terrible, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. "He's weak still, as am I," Primus answered.
Slowly I turned on my heels. Primus was huge! He was bigger than Prime but he lacked color, unlike everyone else. Primus kneeled and put down his hand, probably for me to step into. "It is nice to finally see you in person." Despite the kind tone I could hear a slight hissing. He was still angry that I wouldn't bend to his will.
I stepped back toward Bee who copied Primus' position. I climbed into Bee's palm. "Would be better if you had stayed home, Primus." I climbed onto Bee's shoulder and sat with my legs crossed.
"Hey, now, be nice, Elsa." I couldn't tell if Crosshair was joking or not.
"Or what? He's gonna kill her? I'm not gonna let that happen," Bee interjected roughly and got into a position to fight.
"Nobody is here to harm anyone," Prime yelled to get everyone's attention. "Primus is here to help. Put your feelings against him aside for now." Prime started to walk home and, after a few steps, transformed. Everyone followed suit, even Bee. I was caught inside his car form. My forehead hit the steering wheel.
"Sorry," Bee said as he took off.
I looked back to watch Primus transform into an older car. I folded my arms and slouched in the seat. "We don't need his help," I muttered childishly. "We could do this on our own."
When we got home everyone transformed back into their full form. Bee was careful to make sure I sat on his shoulder.
"Now what?" Hound was looking at Prime and Primus.
Primus spoke, "Unicron and I are still too weak to fight each other. He will be gathering his energy to face me."
"That's what you think," I didn't realize I had spoken aloud until everyone stared at me.
"He's taking the easy way out. The only reason he sought me out was to write a definite future but right now the future is ever changing."
"What do you mean?"
Primus answered Hound. "She means she cannot see the future. The future is clouded."
"The only thing I can say for sure is he's seeking to destroy the Thirteen."
"Why would he want to do a think like that?" Bee asked.
"Because the only reason I made the Thirteen was to defeat Unicron."
"And that's still our mission…isn't it, Primus?"
Primus bowed his head in a nod.
"You idiot!" I screamed at him. "You're endangering the lives of children!" Without thinking about our major height differences I lunged at Primus. Before Bee could catch me Primus caught me in both of his hands.
"How do you know they're children?" I could hear the underlying tone. He was scolding me like father used to. I was angrier now more than ever. He had no right to act like a father! Had it come from Prime I think I would have taken it but from Primus…I simply wanted him gone.
"I…I…"
"Do you mean to say I endangered Alisha like she's the only one I put in this situation?"
I couldn't answer. I couldn't hide from Primus. Sensing Bee's uneasiness he handed me back to the yellow alien. I hid my face behind Bee's jaw when I was safely returned on his shoulder.
"There is no reason for us to get worked up now. I will send a message to Drift, Elsa, and warn him. He will not allow your sister to suffer in death." Prime promised. I didn't answer him but I think he sensed my silent acknowledgment. "Let us treat Primus as the humans have treated us."
"So then I get to shoot him, right?" Bee pointed a weapon at Primus who raised his hands in a surrender fashion.
"No," Prime scolded the young alien. "Treat him with the highest respect, Bumblebee."
"Treat him with the highest respect," Bee mocked silently when Prime turned away from him. I had to cover my hands over my mouth to silence my laughing.
Prime dismissed everyone but told Bee to walk out into the desert with him. Bee dropped me on my porch and followed Prime while Crosshair and Hound parked in the garage. This left Primus and me alone. Quickly was he to snatch me from the ground before I could walk inside.
"Okay, you cybertronians need to stop doing that! I'm not a doll, I can get hurt!" I struggled in his hand. "Now put me down!"
As punishment, I suspect, he squeezed me. Or maybe it was to silence me. Whatever his motive he was successful. My lungs squeezed shut. "I would be more respectful, child. You still belong to me. I made you." He loosened his grip, allowing me to breathe.
"No," I coughed, "my parents made me and then I had to do the rest myself."
Primus squeezed again. A sharp pain and iron filled my mouth. "Oh child, so much you still have to learn. Alisha has accepted her duty, as have everyone else. You are the only one who fights it. You are no different than Trion. Continue on this path and you will suffer the same fate. History repeats itself until someone learns." He set me gently on the ground. I fell to my knees and wheezed.
Pain shot up my torso and I coughed up spit and blood and spit it into my hand. A chunk rested in my palm. It took me a moment to realize the blood came from my tongue and that I had bitten a piece of my tongue off. I kept spitting on the ground until blood stopped. "I hate you," I told Primus finally. I felt a rush of relief and the bitterness of hate filled my mouth. "I hope you leave very, very soon."
"You and me both." Primus transformed and drove behind the garage. It took a very long time for me to move in the house. I couldn't enjoy the night and I couldn't enjoy the comfort and warmth of my own home.