Book
of Days
By:
Sinead
Author’s
Note: I had
fun writing the other one, “Bring Me To Life,” and so I thought I'd write
another one! It seems as if that one went over well, so I’ll see how another
will work. “Book of Days” belongs to Enya, I don’t own it, even though I
want to. I don’t own Beast Machines. *sigh* I love this song . . .
One
day, one night, one moment
My dreams could be tomorrow
I run, trying to leave my past behind. It’s the only thing I can do. I can’t change the horrors of the Wars I’ve been through, nor can I change the atrocities that I face in the current battles. I can’t change the awkwardness between myself and my leader, that has arisen over the past few weeks.
One
step, one fall, one falter
East or west
With a yelp, I trip and go rolling, sliding across metal ground. I stand painfully, and look up at the skyscrapers around me. There were no Vehicons around, and thankfully, none of my comrades to witness my clumsy fall.
Over
earth or by ocean
One way to be my journey
This way could be my Book of Days
I yell up to the sky, “What is it that you want of me?! Why do you cause me to do things that I won’t want to do, that I never wanted to witness?”
There is no answer. There never is.
No day, no night, no moment
Can hold me back from trying
I sigh, and then with a burst of anger, I start running again. There is nothing that will hold me back. There never was. I can run, and I always have. But . . . I don’t want to run anymore. Why do I feel this way?
I'll
flag, I'll fall, I'll falter
I'll find my day may be Far and Away
Far and Away
By now, I must be on the other side of the city. I stop, and look up at the sky again, seeing the stars start to shine. They’re not as pure as they were on Earth. They’re second-hand, only the brightest ones filtering though the lighting of Cybertropolis. I feel ashamed, that I’ve been running. Why?
One day, one night, one moment
With a dream to be leaving
As clearly as I’ve seen friends, I hear a voice within my Spark, my soul, whispering, {Because you’re a leader. You’re training to become what you know is your fate, your destiny.}
“Yeah?” I counter, knowing it was lame. “So? Says who? Why do I have to be the one who has to do this? Why can’t Rattrap, or Silverbolt? They’re older than me! They have more experience!”
One
step, one fall, one falter
And a new earth across a wide ocean
{Yes,}
the voice answers, {They do have more experience than you do. But why
didn’t Optimus Primal ask Rattrap to lead, when he reformatted Nightscream?
Why didn’t he ask Blackarachnia?}
I sit, and think upon this one. “R-Rattrap wasn’t thinking clearly. He’s not the bot he was in the Wars, and I don’t know why.”
The voice replies, {But why were you chosen?}
“I don’t know.”
This
way became my journey
This day ends together, Far and Away
{You are leader quality. You have the potential to become a leader as great as Optimus Primal. Yet why you do not see this within yourself, we do not know. Many who are chosen to lead are happy about it. They didn’t know that there was something within them, that could help others. Why are you reluctant? Do you not want to help your friends? Do you not want to shoulder the responsibility?}
I watch the moon rise, and then answer. “I don’t want to see my friends get hurt, because of my orders.”
{How do you think Optimus feels about commands he had to give in the Wars? He is mortal too, you know. He regrets. But he is able to cover his sorrow as best as he can. You will too, if you are serious about leading. You will succeed, and you will show that you are ready for the responsibility. Nobody can stay a child forever.}
With another sigh, I stand, and then turn back towards the way I came. I call up to the sky, “I know. And I’ll be ready. But . . . I don’t think I’m all that ready yet. Maybe soon. Thanks, whoever you are.”
This
day ends together, Far and Away
Far and Away
Up
in the Matrix, the mentoring bot sighs, and turns away from the sight of his
younger once-companion. He sighs again, and sees the others watching him,
smiling. He shakes his head, and leaves to another, more calm place, where he
draws his sword, and practices. Maybe the others were right. Maybe his words
were the ones that the young leader-to-be needed.
Dinobot
chuckles to himself, and he then returns to the other Maximals who he had served
in the Wars with. Together, they remember old times . . .