Hello everyone! I am pleased to present ‘A Dracon’s Tale’, or ADT! The first few chapters are being rewritten, so please continue forwards (Cringing, I’m sure at the terrible writing) where the storytelling is more advanced!
I sighed, burying my helm in my servos. Does my team deserve this what so ever? No. Is it happening? Yes, soon at least.
I came from a colony. A society of Cybertronians who are different, strange, and a mystifying terror to all who don’t understand. We were thrown into a giant territory, some branding it as a reserve.
My real ‘name’ isn’t Arcee. It’s Shadow, Shadow Nyx. Strange, right? It sounds like a pathetic name for a pathetic story, passed down from person to person so you can’t even remember the branding of the hero. Can you say, ′Freak among Freaks.′ Execept, we don’t think we’re freaks. We’re just outcasts.
We are called Dracons. Almost like in human myths, like dragon, right? There are more perks to us though, so don’t worry. We’re considered:
Heading into my tale will reveal secrets and mysteries you’d never imagine, death and life and blood and hope. Everything you see or will see will tear all of you apart trying to solve this puzzle. As matter of fact, I need some help with it too.
I jumped up, the alarm blaring as I ran into the main room.
“Team, we’ve found the next artifact.”
Optimus’ voice rang through the room as Ratchet typed multiple buttons on the Ground Bridge. Optimus’ normal straight face was staring upon us, almost waiting for questions. That’s not how I remember it, I thought. I shook my head, and turned back towards the gang. Stupid memories.
“Do we know what we’re dealing with?”
Optimus nodded once again and pointed to the Holoscreen.
“This is the C.A.L.F.I.C. weapon of the Dracon’s capital city, Xiavier. This weapon, if used, would explode every energon source in 1,000 kilcks.”
Everyone made remarks about it, but I was too deep in my own thoughts to notice. Aren’t they all heading towards the nearest Dracons.. Wait, NO!
I shivered. No, don’t think about back then. you’ll only reveal yourself!
Optimus then turned toward’s me, faceplate stern as always. “Arcee, as your time as Femmbot commander, have you seen anything like this?”
“No, but I think one of my soldiers mentioned it before, Blitz. She told us about her trips to the territory and her examination of their relics.”
He nodded, and we were off.
CYBERTRON / DRACON TERRITORY
FOXHOLE BY UNKNOWN HOUSE
I groaned loudly as my mouth watered. Hunger gnawed at my tank as I tossed and turned.
They were gone, I knew they were. I knew they were gone and it terrified me and relived me, which made me more terrified. I’d been in this stupid hole for nearly a cycle and a half, and I couldn’t stand it anymore! My whole home was burned to a crisp, my family’s bodies along with it. The pyromaniacs had chased after me, but then I tripped and landed here.
A jolt of giggles morphed as it grew near me, making me shake. Was it them? Then the noise got closer as another fit of laughter exited the nearby bot. Then, it faded away. I held my breath, hoping it wouldn’t come near. That’s when the voices started.
“Klaron, hold on.”
“What is it?”
The older voice paused, then answered quickly. “I think.. nevermind. Go hide, I’ll find you.”
The Mech, who had not been named yet, footed his way around the hole entrance, his ped’s shadow combining with the ferns’ and grasses’. He lost his balance, scrambled into the foxhole, landing on his aft.
He wasn’t the arsonist, after all. He groaned, his dark and unlit frame popping.
He then looked up at me. Blushing, he hit his head on the soil above, then falling back down. Strangely, he smirked. The mech the slowly crept forwards as I backed up.
“H-hey, uhh, who are you? Why are you in this hole on my folks’ property?”
He didn’t get an answer. I had to keep my distance.
“Hey, t-that’s okay. How-w old are you?”
He blushed, and no answer.
“Y-you name atleast? Is that the best you can do? Do you know how to speak Draco-”
“Shadow Nyx.” I mumbled.
“Shadow Nyx, that’s my code.”
He then perked up, servo then lighting a small flickering flame.
He was a mostly red Dracon, his shoulders bold and blocky. His Horns twisted in the back, the color a crimson color light orange rings, the same with his optics. His massive wings were dark blue, along with his legs and head. His smile was wide, two fangs missing in the back. A slim red tail ended in a sharp, three pronged snake-like figure.
“Hey, that’s a nice name!”
I nodded, and he crawled over next to me.
“Mind if I stay with you?”
“Why in Primus would I hang out with a mech who hasn’t even told me his friggin’ name?” I raised an optic ridge.
“Oh, Pax. Orion Pax.”