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Title: Enfolding Grasps

By: Wind of the Dawn

Interlude: A Moment in Awakening

Roar of the day: Err….. Please don't hurt me? (Ducks tomatoes)

Warning(s): If you get hurt, immediately see the doctor. And don't try any of this at home or anywhere else. THIS IS NOT REAL.

Silence permeated the area, its name the eternal fate of those that dwelled there. Incorporeal like mist, it resided over its still subjects like a king of light and darkness. Illusive and oppressive, none could and would find the will to rebel against it.

After all, why fight when oblivion and sweet relief was its gift towards its vassals?

How long had it been, the time that he had been here?

Forget. Forget. Silence beseeched. Reminisce not and sink into slumber, for with it comes everlasting peace.

He had failed.

There was nothing left to live for.

Drop down, child, into the quiet's cold arms. Let it embrace you and sooth your regrets away. Rest forever here, where nothing will ever disturb your sleep.

All he wanted to do now was forget. Forget, and slide back into the mind-numbing slumber that the phantasmal silence offered.

This was, after all, his right within this land.

The land of the end.

It was a place so many came to, just for a glimpse of that fragile peace they could not find. Addictive. Alluring. Not all wanted to leave once they came here. Understandable, considering the nature of things happening above.

You never really appreciate what you have until you lose it.

What he desired was for the silence to swallow him up; mind, body and soul.

He didn't want to remember all his failures, his regrets any longer. How convenient it was that silence was offering him exactly what he wished for. Oblivion and a quiet of mind.

Yes… Come back, child, and let us enfold you within our smothering grasp of darkness. No light will ever touch you again. No soul will disturb you. No sound will ever make you grieve…

Yes, mind whispering weakly with the rest it sorely wanted, the mech drooped into slumber again. Optics fading to black, he prepared for the tranquillity that came with the quiet. It was for the best, he had failed already and staying awake would accomplish nothing. Better to sleep, and forget.

[Is that so?]

Even centuries would not dull instincts gains from the trails of combat. Optics flaring brightly, old energon (still for so long) flowed through his frame with the fluidity of water; waking up every limb and weapon that had been stagnant for (how long had it been?) ages.

Who is it, he wanted to scream, who? But he didn't.

It was unspoken rule here that words were not, would not, ever be needed. Speech is silver, but silence is golden. This was a rule enforced by the oppressive hands of silence itself, its punishment the kindling of every pain that had been endured and the deprivement of serenity.

It hurt too much to remember.

[Yes, but is the peace from forgetting really what you want?]

A nanosecond (telling), then a silent question. What else, aside from peace, did he want? To drown in the silence. To seek sanctuary from his failings. That was all he desired nowadays.

It hurt so much.

[… I know it does.]

Then let me sleep.

[But consider this, is this sort of peace what you really long for?]

There was no other he could seek. He was not worthy of the peace from accomplishing his spark's purpose.

[Oh?] Amusement and a tinge of well-hidden sadness [Is that what you think?]

He didn't think, he knew.

[Then why don't you have another try?]

A quick shift of emotions occurred. Firstly, confusion of what was asked; then anger, from the imagined mockery of his failure being asked to be repeated again. A moment later, disbelieved hope.

[It's not every orn someone gets another chance for reaching their goals. What do you think? Do you want to risk this unsuitable peace for a peace that you truly want? A peace from succeeding in what you have failed in before?]

Yes. YEs. YES.

His spark screaming for the chance to strive for his purpose again, to achieve what he had been born for, the mech stood up.

Then faltered.

By Primus, how he wanted another chance, but what came with this chance? Success could not be guaranteed and no matter how he wanted true tranquillity from knowing that you had done your best and had fulfilled what you had lived for for eons, failure was still an option, and with it the spark wrenching pain. Wouldn't this peace, though false, be better? The silence would numb his grief and smother his regrets. He could sleep eternally under the blank sky with the quiet stillness as his blanket and the darkness within his mind his pillow.

Wouldn't it…

[Child] A warm voice (how familiar) disrupted his chaotic thoughts.

A warm gust of wind across his face and the pleasant rays of sunshine sparkling within his mind; the signs of life and hope.

The signs for another chance.

(His choice had already been made the moment he had received it.)

[Silence is still a noise.]

Optics flared to life.

Authoress's note…

Ok… so…. Its been a year…

Haha….

Please don't be angryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! (Ducks from various potatoes and tomatoes from readers. Gah)

So anyways, sorry about this not being an actual chapter. Trying to get back into gear here.

Actually got the idea to write this… POV (but whose is it?! Mwahahaha)… while I was knitting… Good stuff, that. The mind numbing enjoyment of knitting… and knitting… and knitting… It's surprisingly addictive… and calming.

Btw, the proverbs used are:

Silence is still a noise (American proverb)

Speech is silver, but silence is golden (English proverb)

… Hopefully another chapter will be up soon…

Until next time!