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

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©SilverJay

Several Weeks Earlier:

It was long into the night. Alex laid sprawled out on his bed, slightly kicking the sheets off himself from time to time. Leo's passed out drunk on the couch, snores echoing through the hallways. Both in deep slumber like most in Jasper tonight.

Tonight was a beautiful night. Not a cloud in the sky. It wasn't windy, or really any wind at all. The temperature was moderate, not hot nor cold. All lights in town are shut off except for the hospital who had their lights dimmed down and a few 24/hour gas stations and small markets. Making it so there wasn't any light pollution blocking the stars. 

Upon the rooftop, gazing up dreamily at the stars with more passion than an artist to a blank canvas. Her violin sat next to her, soon she would do a nightly song that she would play whenever she wasn't tired, which was both often and not. Playing the strings only a few times a week for her own entertainment, unaware that her songs lulled those that had difficulty sleeping to the realm of dreams. 

Standing up, picking up her violin, standing with one foot in front of the other, her violin's bottom under her chin. With her jacket back in her room, her hair gently swayed with her movements despite the weight its length often put on her head. One deep breath in, another out, head held up proudly to the sky. 

Heart pounding at a steady pace. Balancing her weight on the top of the roof tiles. Normally she'd find this extremely dangerous, but there are times when she needs to be at the very top of the orphanage in order to get away from it all when she isn't able to leave the premises. Sometimes, Alex would join her. He would lay on the tiles, pointing out all the constellations. The siblings would play a game to see how many different shapes they could make out of a batch of starts in under three minutes.

Feeling the smooth vibrations of the strings of her bow sliding over the strings of the instrument. Currently, her violin is almost broken. Having its handle being held together by ducktape. Soon it shall be her first, and last, instrument. Savoring the moments of its melodic sounds that can bring peace to any mind willing to listen to the harmony massage. Songs that can bring back past memories, open new ones in future doors that have yet to be opened, feelings that are hidden deep into one's heart. Suppression of emotions has never been the right way to deal with feelings, but at some moments, it is the best course of option for her since her emotions have a large role in her pyrokinetic abilities. The stronger the emotion, the greater, the hotter the flame. 

Beaming as the song nears the end, her favorite part. But she didn't want to say goodbye to the magnificent piece, yet at some times, the best things must always come to an end. Although there is a quote she heard before and will phrase again. "Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened." Hearing those words over and over again at school during assemblies about mental health because it's mandatory in school districts to act as if they care for the student's well being. 

Hitting an awfully unpleasant chorus of strings out of surprise. The reason? A jet flew overhead. Too close to the ground for comfort and she was too engrossed in the moment to hear it and she couldn't see it since even with all the glittering stars, it blended perfectly into the night sky with its dark colors. 

One question did still linger on her mind. Why would a jet fly this close overhead? No jet would fly that close to the ground unless for takeoff or a highly skilled pilot. And its design seemed more suited for speed and agility, guessing by the faint outlined glow the stars gave it as it passed over her. A conversation resurfaced in the back of her mind that she had with Emerald a few days prior. Lena remembered Emerald said something about the Decepticon Second In Command during a rant about how nosy he could be.