After the war and stuff, the demigods and Autobots set an alliance.
They believed it would all end from there, but of course, it didn't.
Megatron wasn't finished with Optimus and Silvermoon, yet.
As days flew by, the Autobots heard a new from Megat...
He image below is how I imagine Optimus. Now try to visualize him a bit younger than the photo.
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Knots. That's all there were, red and blue knots. No purple and no symbols. Silvermoon watched as the two knots struggled and tangled itself. It means something, Silvermoon knew it. However, she was holding the blue string, while a different person held the red. She couldn't see who it was because of the shadow, but the daughter of Gaea could tell it was a male. The optics were red, but sad and seemed distant. They seem hopeless and lost. Then, Silvermoon saw as the mech drop the red rope from his servo, and began walking forward, hope in his eyes and light. Backing away, the rope got smaller and tighter, and the mech emerged from the shadows. Silvermoon gasped, it was that con! The one that kidnapped her, the mech was covered in red, and had mahogany eyes. Knockout. Silvermoon dropped the rope, and the knots became untangled.
"I was lost. Misled, and wandering. But now I found my way into the light........."
Knockout told Silvermoon. Before Knockout could say something else, his mouth imitated a perfect truck sound.
Silvermoon gasped and quickly came up. She then bumped her head on the wheel.
"Ah, ow!"
Silvermoon cried, rubbing her forehead. She looked around and realized where she was. It was Optimus's truck. Leaning back, relaxed, Silvermoon heaved a sigh.
"Are you alright?"
A familiar voice asked. The Autobot symbol next to the wheel glowed and lit up blue.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
She replied, but she wasn't. Optimus hesitated, and decided to ignore it. The daughter of Gaea rolled up her sleeve, and hidden behind the sleeves were scars. Hash marks to be exact, over the years, Silvermoon has been diagnosed with depression, but none of the camp knew about it. Silvermoon touched each scar, and winced with pain, bruises were also near the scar, which made it more painful to touch. She missed Taylor and Lyra, they went to rebirth, and now she couldn't see them. A drop of tear splattered on one of her scars, and that scar was before she met Jack, Miko, and Rafael. Her hopes were lost, and she was a different person. Stormbringer.......strange name. Then she was suddenly reminded of her past life, that brought pain into her eyes. Even though Silvermoon ran away when she was young, there was a cause. And that cause was because she was abused by her stepparents. She was young at that time, and thought that her parents were probably mad. But as she got older, a sudden struck of realization hit her, and that's when she ran away. The ride was silent, no music, and not much talking. It was above average awkwardness. Silvermoon brought out her iPhone, she didn't have a lot of apps. Just Spotify and Instagram. Percy had Instagram, most of the seven had Instagram. Except for Nico and Hazel, who didn't want to participate. Silvermoon opened up Spotify and turned up the volume, she then played her favorite song, One Life by Cabs. Nico liked Angel with a Shotgun, and Demons. Silvermoon looked out the window, her music tuning in the background. Through the song, she thought about her life. And what disasters she's been through. She had Heterochromia, and has been recently diagnosed with depression, stabbed in the gut a million times, and felt useless. What kind of leader was she?
never fill your mind with doubts, your thoughts betray you. Silvermoon reminded herself. That's the thing with being the strong one, no one offers you a hand. Whenever Silvermoon feels weak or just wants to collapse, her demons inside scream insults. Get up! You don't want to seem pathetic do you? So weak! What kind of leader are you? They would taunt, they would tease, and they would scream. Scream until her ears and mind shatters to pieces. No, stop it. You lead the Devils inside, not them. Conquer and relax. Never let anyone control you for being who you are....... But who am I?
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Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes! I tried, and etc. Hoped you enjoyed this chapter and peace out!
