The Allspark is lost, save for a single sliver extracted from Megatron's spark chamber.
A war which raged for eons had finally ended, but for how long?
No one expected a long-forgotten power to be unleashed the very day a relic of life was destroye...
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Marissa didn't mind the cool air on her face, what she minded was the speed. Going 65 MPH on a 20 MPH backroad wasn't her version of fun, and it was beginning to make her nervous as her brother turned another sharp corner, honking his horn to scare away the birds.
"You good over there, Tater Tot?" Lucas cackled, grinning as he splashed in another puddle and mud was sent flying into his jet-black hair. His JEEP was already muddy, but so was Marissa considering he had no doors or roof on the once bright orange vehicle.
"You said we were going to watch a movie!" She hollered over the motor, which had begun to hiss oddly.
"I lied!"
Indeed, he did, because it was the only way he could convince his sister to go mudding. He was mildly considerate in the sense that he didn't charge through the deeper potholes on the road, but they were both soaked from head to toe in slimy, muddy water. The duo matched the JEEP, or maybe the JEEP matched them as more slop was thrown by the tires.
The worried girl tightened her jaw, eyes closing to avoid dirt slipping past her lashes. She wasn't very squeamish with dirt and muck, but needless speeding and forcing the vehicle to balance on one side in a sink hole was far from enjoyable. She was only glad she had decided to wear her mud-boots, anyway, knowing it had rained for a week straight until that morning.
"Lucas, this is why no girl trusts you!" She decided to inform him, but the boisterous man only laughed heartily.
"And this is why you're the fun sponge of the family!"
The title wasn't a foreign one, but it wasn't completely accurate either.
The woman tightened her dark brown ponytail with a sour expression before standing up and stepping over Lucas' legs to stand in front of him. He yelped as he nearly lost control, but his sister merely shoved him over to the passenger seat (neither were wearing seatbelts), refusing to let the JEEP lose its momentum in the bog they were fighting through. When she was finally able to sit down, Marissa changed gears and forced the off-roading vehicle into fifth gear with a practiced ease. There was a moment of spinning tires before it connected to something solid, and the car jerked forward. Lucas choked on his own tongue as his sister popped a wheelie, hitting the dried, dirt road again, only to make a U-turn and charge back towards the bog.
"Fun sponge, huh?" She smirked at her brother, who was shaking his head rapidly as she shifted again, forcing the JEEP into a skid. She yanked the wheel harshly to one side and the duo were brought around in a donut. Mud and water flew everywhere, the trees spun in an endless spiral and Lucas was clearly begging for his life to be spared.
If there's one thing that can be said about Marissa Faireborn, it's that one should never challenge her ability to have fun.
It was only noon when a pair of weathered eyes caught sight of the returning siblings. The man smiled as he noticed Lucas' practically green face and Marissa's triumphant expression. Their father had known what his second born had been plotting, but he also knew the consequences of those actions, so did not bother to stop his amusing idea. He waved a calloused hand at the returning pair, receiving a large smile and a wave from his youngest daughter. His children might be grown by now, but he always saw those childish twinkles in their eyes when they got away with something mischievous.
