(ABANDONED) Transformers Prime: Way of the Flame(REWRITE)

Prologue

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"We have to hurry. They're getting closer," directs the male, carrying one of the two precious cargos close to his chest, wrapped in a yellow blanket. Dashing through the dark forest scenery, slightly stumbling on the uneven dry ground. Wolves howling and owls hooting in the distance on the still-winded night. The clouded moon hid the only natural light around, shielding their figures from sight. After many years of torture, their escape will be short-lived.

"We can't get captured again. Not with the children. They're in just as much danger with us than without us," argues the female, hugging the other precious cargo tightly against her chest. Her daughter clings to her shirt in response, shivering, not from the cold, she was far from freezing, but from the commotion going around. Why are those people after them? She asked herself over and over again. Why are mama and papa yelling? How come they aren't back in the metal room?

The male hastily creates a circular motion with his left arm, his two index fingers together while the other three were pressed tightly in his palm. Forming a hole in the air in front of them, through the hole was different from the dark forest around them. On the other side stood a sand-colored two-story home with a faded white door. Through the rectangle windows on both sides of the door, the couple could tell that no one was awake from the pitch black of the inside. Before their capture, the two had visited the town when they were expecting their daughter to be born a month prior. The town was small, quiet, and abandoned enough for safekeeping.

"I will hold the portal for as long as I can, we've drained enough energy from the escape, plus running," the female nods to her companion. She took the yellow bundle of joy from her husband's free arm. Stepping through the portal to the front of the door. Placing a pale as can be baby boy wrapped in a yellow blanket on the doorstep. His eyes closed in a deep slumber, his left arm flopping out of the blankets cocoon. On his left wrist, just above the veins, laid an ice blue diamond mark.

The woman kissed the baby's forehead gently enough for him not to stir awake, silently pleading for him to have the life that they cannot provide if they were to stay together. For her daughter to have a new beginning than the one she was born into. For them to live a safe life away from the hidden war. Away from everything she and her husband had to, and still, live through.

Being it was time to bid goodbye to her daughter, it took everything the woman had to not shed a tear. Separating from her mother's comforting warmth, whining in protest, giving teary eyes to as she's placed next to her brother. "Mommy?" the woman gently caresses her child's cheek. "Lena, always know that we love you no matter what happens. Protect yourself and your brother, and never under any circumstances, allow anyone to find out about your abilities. Goodbye, my children, even if your mind will not remember, your heart always will."

Lena was going to ask what her mama meant when a cooling sensation spread from the front to the back of her mind. Tiredly falling beside her brother in slumber, the flame mark between her eyebrows glowed dimly before returning to a light-skinned mark standing out on her dark complexion. The last whispers she will ever know of this moment:

"It's the strength of your heart and mind in unison that truly allows us to be in peace. Goodbye, my little flame and my little snow."
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