I've decided to try my hand in Transfanfics again. My last one got some very bad reviews so I took it down, sorry if you were among the few that actually liked it! To put it this way, some people don't know how to be nice and give constructive criticism instead of really hurting the author. This is meant to be for fun. Anyway, enough ranting.

This girl does not own Transformers, (but the OC's are mine bwahaha! The realm of Cybres is mine) but she wishes she did, because, frankly, that'd be awesome!

My Characters-Trans Counterparts Mentioned in this chap.

Healer- Ratchet

Tomosal Ivorra- Optimus Prime

Starfighter Ivorra- None

Silver Greyman (Silverstar Ivorra)- Arcee (Prime-verse)

Dusk Greyman-None

Prologue

Slow Fade

Silver POV

Cybres

"You have to give her up. You know that, Silver," Healer said.

"No!" I shouted shifting my wings to cover my child, my eldest girl, protectively.

"Silver, please," he implored, "She will die if you leave her here, the Soruns will destroy her. She is that powerful."

My daughter opened her sapphire eyes and let out a soft, alto coo.

I felt my purr rumble through my chest as I nuzzled her.

"She is mine," I growled, "You will have to rip her from my cold, grey, dead hands!"

"You will give her up, Ivorynn," my mother said, using my real name as she came into the chamber, "If you want her to live, you must."

I felt tears run down my face, as I held my baby girl close, "But she's mine,"

"Give her to me, Ivorynn," Mom said, reaching out her hands.

"No,"

"Now,"

I shook my head and clutched my baby close.

Mom looked at Healer.

"Hold her still,"

Healer made a move towards me. I gave a loud snarl, lightning flaring from my hands and arching into his armor plating.

He grunted, but made no other sign that I had hurt him.

Together, the medic and my mother pried my child from my hands.

I screamed, crying and letting all my rage flare out. The lights flashed and the glass windows shattered.

"My Queen," Healer said softly, "My counterpart in the other world will take care of her, as will your uncle's counterpart."

"The Prime," I snorted, "He cannot keep her safe! They will find her in any case! She is just as safe with me!

"I think not, your Majesty," another voice answered.

I whipped my head around, facing a mech much like Healer, right down to the stern doctor look.

The only difference was that Healer was red and white, the intruder was a bright greenish-yellow.

"This is my counterpart from the other realm," Healer said, "his name is Ratchet,"

"I don't care what his name is!" I snarled, "He's not leaving with my baby!"

"If these Soruns are evil as my counterpart says," Ratchet replied, "Then she should come with us."

My daughter gave a chirp from my mother's arms and reached for me.

I looked pleadingly at Mom.

She sighed and brought my daughter over.

I touched my baby's cheek with a pale hand.

"Is this what you wish, my child?" I thought softly.

Her sapphire eyes stared into mine, and she gave what was unmistakably a nod.

She had my gift of mind-reading.

What other gifts would she develop?

I kissed her forehead.

There would be no knowing.

Mom handed her to the other realm's Medic, his bright blue optics shone gently upon my baby.

"May the Maker and Prima preserve you both," I said as a green glow flared behind them.

"And may Primus watch over you," Ratchet said as he and my child disappeared.

The glow faded, and I gave a wail of pain and anger.

My daughter, my Dusk, was gone.

"Until we meet again, mother," a sweet, child-like voice whispered.

"May it be ever so swiftly," I whispered, gripping the edge of the bed.

Listened to the Song Slow Fade by Casting Crowns while writing this. So sad, so very sad. Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please R&R! :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.