A servo twitched, before it's owner tried to move it, only for the movement to be stopped by something…
A young femme blinked, as her optics struggled to adjust to the near pitch black of her surroundings.
"Where… where am I?" She blinked, trying to remember what had happened… She had been confused, wondering why she had been given a different coloured cube of Energon, but the many optics staring at her, made her drink it, and now…
"Sire? Carrier?" She tried to tug on faint bonds, only to shriek when they burnt her, and tears welled up in her golden optics. They had thrown her away… why didn't she listen to Cook and run? And speaking of Cook, they must be so worried right now! All of the servants must be! She had to find a way home!
She started to scream, when everything around her started to shake, and she was getting so much sensory feedback from her wings, that she couldn't tell up from down. She clung onto whatever was stopping her servos from moving, as the world around her just rejected gravity.
Something cracked, and her screams got louder as she was flung out of where she had awakened, crashing into, and skidding across, a stone floor, leaving streaks of her paint behind.
Coming to a stop, she tried to get up, but her low Energon levels got the best of her, and she gave into recharge, hoping to recover some of her lost energy.
He had no idea of just how long he had been here, but he knew that it was bad, if he was dreaming about it now.
Skyfire looked up, he heard the thunder, this cage was so small, that the only way that the shuttle former could comfortably sit in it, was if he was curled up, into a ball.
The lightning lit up the area around him, making it easier for him to see the walkway that curled around the inside of this tower, hugging the wall.
Skyfire could only see dark clouds, when he tried to look out of the windows, but when he looked back at the walkway, he saw something that surprised him.
A tiny dark figure was slowly making it's way up the walkway, he couldn't identify their frame type, due to it being made from…. shadows? Was that the right word for it?
But it was tiny, and it was almost the right size for a Seekerling, something that would make his Intended very worried, if he knew about them. Star would not be happy to learn that a Seekerling was running around, on their own, here… WIthout any idea of the dangers that were here…
The little one was trying to hide behind some of the stonework here, but it stopped walking when it got to the part of the walkway that was broken, and it looked at him.
Skyfire blinked, as the being moved closer to the walkway's railings.
It was so tiny, the railings were taller than it, and it easily wiggled it's upper half through them, to get a better look at him.
However, before Skyfire could say anything, his optics widened in horror, as a taller shadow appeared behind the smaller one, dragging them into the shadows.
She slowly woke up, feeling the pain from the scratches on her frame, as they protested her movement. She whimpered as she sat up, trying to figure out where she was.
It was so dark, and cold, she really didn't have a clue of where she was, what had happened to her, and why she was here.
Slowly getting up, she shivered when she saw what she had fallen out of. It looked like a box, covered in damaged carvings, with only one opening… It had been broken open, when it had hit the floor, and she could now see why she hadn't been able to move her servos, they had been locked into something, but she didn't know what it was…
Looking around, she saw that there were many more of them, scattered around the room, and some of them… Actually, it was most of them, were in small alcoves. The only one that wasn't in an alcove, was the one that she had been in.
It was so quiet…
Shivering, she realised that this, was a tomb… Each, and every one of these boxes, were a tomb, even the ones that could only be reached by ladders, or flight…
She had been left here, to die.
Crying, she started to run, up a nearby flight of stairs, trying to find out a way out, she had to get out of here!
Her thrusters flickered, as she tried to jump up, and hover, to see if the extra height would make it easier for her to find a way out.
Her optics soon landed on a lever, and she ran up to it, jumping, in an attempt to grab it. The tips of her fingers brushed against the bar of the lever, and with some help from her thrusters, she was able to grab the lever, and pull it down.
She heard something move, and she blinked, letting go of the lever, and walking down the stairs to see what had happened. She gasped when she saw that a door had been opened, and she ran to it, heading into the passageway that had been opened.
So, it begins... I have actually wanted to write an Ico story, or attempt to write one, for quite some time. I am currently busy with real life, jumping through most of the hoops that come with my current stage in life, so most of this might be hand written, and transcribed into a digital document, later.
Nightflower is the Ico of the story, a lonely child, or rather, a youngling, in a castle that has been built for adults, as demonstrated by the lever, and the coffins, this might cause problems for her later.
Skyfire is the Yorda of the story, trapped in a cage, one that is too small for him, but he is the right size to tackle most of the problems here, or is he?
One of the images that inspired this story, was the mental image of a tall shuttler former, holding the servo of a tiny youngling...
Finally, Transformers is a franchise dear to my heart, and this story is dedicated to my friends, AirStrikeTF, and GentleDreamer123, wonderful people that have helped me to develop Nightflower, and her character.
Finally, Transformers does not belong to me, it belongs to Hasbro, and I do not own the Transformer characters in this story. Ico, and it's characters, belong to their creators. I only own the character of Nightflower, and the ability to say that this is the first Transformers and ICO crossover story on AO3, and fanfiction.
