I stared at the red and blue robot who seemed to be Orion who actually had weird blue magic. Fear overcome in me and I didn't know what to do, I just froze there staying still.
"Ora, it is okay it is me, Orion. I don't mean any harm." It held its hands up showing no harm.
I couldn't actually believe this! In front of me was a giant robot! I must be hallucinating! I closed my eyes and was about to pinch my arm really hard to make sure that I was hallucinating.
"May I ask what are doing?" The robot asked.
"I am making sure that I am not hallucinating!" I pinched my arm. "OUCH!" Then I opened my eyes hoping that the robot wasn't there and that Orion will be in front of me. But the robot was still there kneeling on one knee observing me in curiosity.
"You are really an odd one." It said.
I sighed, "Okay, you are real. If you are Orion...which way did you take to come here? The long way or the short way."
"I am Orion and to answer your question I took the long way." The robot answered.
"Fine, you are Orion!" I crossed my arms together. "What are you exactly?"
"We are called Autobots and we stand a war between the Decepticons in order to save your world."
I then uncrossed arms. "You said "we" is there more there like you? And why are you fighting a war? And what are the Decepticons?"
The robot looked out to his surroundings, "We will answer your questions later, now it isn't to discuss it here." The robot transformed back to a semi truck and opened the front the door.
It wanted me come with it. At first I hesitated, unsure if I will regret this if I went but this robot did know how to stop the mark from going a-wall. I have made my decision I going. I entered through the front door and put on my seatbelt. "Alright then, take me."
The truck drove off wherever it would take me then life changes.
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The Spark of Cybertron
ФанфикBorn with a glowing symbol mark on her left arm, Ora Darby was called a freak on the first day of her new school. When all things seemed to fall apart in life, alien robots appeared in front of her. Life isn't going to be the same...is it? Cover Cre...