A/N: Hello again, I am doing a new story, even though I have many. This just popped into my head, so here it is. And for those who do not know I am using a old Dungeons and Dragons character I created a while back, she died in campaign so we start with her death. Also that's why she has magic because she was a class that could fight and use magic at the same time, anyways, on with the show and don't worry, no dungeons and dragons really in this story, just mostly from her backstory. The rest is pure TFP, now on with the show!

Chapter 1-One Story Closes, A New One Begins

My name was Luna Quartz.

My name also was Cortanna Quartz.

But many knew me as the Child of Bane, they also knew me as the Oathbreaker, the Destroyer, and the Warmonger.

The one I hate most now is the first title bestowed upon me by my Elders, the Child of Bane. Bane, he was a god of war and tyranny who we followed with eagerness. That is expected of a Cult though, and it was all I knew for so long, it was everything to me.

Then, one day I let my rage consume me.

They had abandoned me to death, so I repaid them with death.

I wandered after that, then I met them.

They were travelers and adventurers, setting out on a goal to kill a dragon claiming to be a god. I don't remember their faces now, all of it a blur now. But, we went through so much, they taught me about the world and they showed the path of destruction I had walked for so long.

This new path led me away from Bane, towards a new god.

Her name was the Raven Queen, Goddess of Death, Fate and the Patron of Winter.

I tried…..I tried so hard to follow her dogma. To follow her will, to learn her lessons about life and death...and I choked.

I ran. Death was something I always had dodged and ran from, and to be faced with it, day in and out, to face her trails, to do her bidding….

Deep breath.

In the end, my cowardice paid me the ultimate price.

Angered at my abandonment of her, she sent one of her loyal followers to kill me.

The irony is not lost on me, I was abandoned once too and I reacted the same way.

Now I lay here, dying, thinking, revisiting.

My story is a tragic one, but I want it to keep going. I want to live to see another day, I want a happy ending!

I don't think I deserve one in the end.

So, I just lie there. On the hard ground, my shoulder length brown hair being caked in blood that spills from my neck wound, my armor dented and torn, my clothing torn, my sword shattered, my shield broken. My blue-green eyes staring lazily at my original namesake up in the sky.

I remember that I didn't always look like this slender wood elf, I used to be a Fetchling. A human born from the Shadowfell, a place of darkness and undead nature. I used to have shadow like skin, my eyes glowed purely of blue-green, my hair was short and blood red. I carried a shield and battleaxe.

That image of me before my first death, it is what I think pure evil looks like.

This isn't my first tango with death, I died in battle and was brought back like this.

I believe that's the moment.

The moment I wanted to run from the Queen, because I caught a glimpse of the other side and I didn't like it.

I laughed weakly to myself, coughing more blood up. Things were becoming more blurred. More heavy and more terrifying.

Will I meet her judgement on the other side, which layer of hell will she throw me too?

I guess...it's time to find out.

The world had gone dark, just like before, but something was different.

I looked around my new surroundings, I stood in a small room with a round table in front of me with glass clouded over on top. There was a door with writing I had never seen before around it's oval frame.

"Hello?" I tried to reach for my weapons but they were gone.

I frowned at the lack of them, I was kinda always in possession of a weapon and to be without one made me anxious. Luckily, I still had magic. The spells I used to aid me combat, but as soon as I tried to conjure a shocking grasp spell, nothing happened.

"It won't work here, dear." A female voice called out, I looked back to the door to see a strange sight.

A tall metallic women with cord like hair and wielding a powerful looking warhammer. Her pure white eyes seem to look past me, as if I wasn't here. She stepped forward to the other end of the table, a small smile on her metallic lips.

"Who are you?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

"My name is Solus Prime, and I am not of your world." I gave her a sober look. "I guess you could already tell that, anyways, I am here to ask you of your services."

"What services?" I asked, crossing my arms. She moved her hand in the air above the table and the glass cleared to reveal scenes from an alien world, scenes I knew to well.

Warfare.

"I want your aid in ending this war among my people, this war has been going on for too long. I want it to end." I stared at the scene in front of me, metallic men and women throwing themselves in bloody conflict with such vigor and gusto.

It reminded me of my cult days.

"You are willing to send me out into your war? A foreigner so to speak? Why? Why can't you end this yourself?!" She gave me a grim expression.

"We've tried and failed, and as such this war has gone on for millions of years." My eyes widened in shock. "We live longer then you and you're kind do, Miss Quartz."

"Don't call me that." I hissed before I sighed.

"Who are the players?" She moved her hand again, and two symbols appeared before me, one purple and menacing the other red and more noble and calm.

"The Decepticons, the ones who started the war, are responsible for the destruction of our home and the deactivation of our creator that rest at the center, Primus. They are lead by the bloodthirsty mech named Megatron and will stop at nothing to conquer the universe."

I nodded and let her continue.

"The Autobots rose up to counter their plans. They fight for freedom and justice, they are lead by Optimus Prime and have recently come to stay on a planet called Earth, inhabited with purely humans." I stared at both symbols, taking in the features.

"So, you want me to help your side?" I shook her head.

"I don't have a side, I just want it to end." I narrowed my eyes.

"In favor of the Autobots, I know this because of their leader is also a Prime, so naturally you want them to win, right?" She sighed in annoyance, "I thought so, well I can do this, on one condition."

"And what's that?" She asked, almost worried.

"I want to be free of the influence of my old gods, I want to keep my magic and I want to ability to end this war, my way." She thought for a moment, pondering on the requests.

"Alright, it shall be done. Now I am warning you that you will be transformed into a Cybertronian." I rolled my eyes.

"I don't really care, if you know me then you know I've done that before." She nodded.

"Right, right. Well, all I ask is now where do you wish to be sent to on Earth, here, a map of the planet and the current coordinates of both factions." A planet of blue and green appeared before me, with different continents from my own world.

There were two symbols of the factions of the map, one high in the air and the other embedded into the ground. I thought for a moment, staring at both symbols and like the warrior that I was birthed as, I thought carefully.

It seemed like she favored the Autobots in this war, mostly because of the other Prime.

And the information she gave me on the Decepticons was vague and narrow minded. I needed more to make a decision, and that is where I think I should go. If they are perceived as the bad guys then why is that? I need to know, maybe there side of the story is different, I wanna know that side.

I pointed to the Decepticon symbol, "There, I want to go there."

She looked at me like I was crazy, "Are...you sure?"

"I am, so do it." She nodded before saying.

"The form will be built by you're personality and likes, thusly you will be a grounder two-wheeler. I will build in the right vocabulary, functions and simple necessary things that any normal Cybertronian knows. As well, I am giving you the chance to choose one weapon as I know you used to carry several on you."

"Sword and Shield will be just fine, the magic stays, right?"

"Of course, as agreed on before." I nodded.

"Then light me up, and wish me good luck, Solus Prime." She smiled slightly.

"Safe journeys." She slammed her hammer down and a white light engulfed me completely, leaving to a deep sleep that I didn't know I so wanted.

The first new thing I noticed was this thing called a HUD flashing across my closed 'optics'. Huh, just called my eyes 'optics'. Guess the vocabulary and language thing is working out just fine. Anyways, I was telling me a whole bunch of things, nothing to important, like that I had enough Energon, I was undamaged and that I was functioning well.

It also told me about this thing called my Spell Pool, apparently in this universe instead of using components I had a pool of magic stored within me that was limited to only a couple of spells I could perform in a day before I had to rest and regain them.

I still remember all the spells I had learned up to that point, Shocking Grasp, Featherfall, Witchbolt, Misty Step, Spider Climb and my personal favorite, Hold Person.

Each of which I'll test later.

Right now, I have to focus on 'waking up'.

First, I tested out my audios or ears-er whatever.

I was suddenly bombarded with sounds and noises, it made me flinch in surprise a little. Hopefully unnoticeable to the voices talking currently in the room I was in.

"-nd how did you say you found her again?" A snarky and shrill voice asked someone else in the room.

"I was walking back to my quarters and poof, she appeared in a blinding white light." A more smooth, swav voice spoke.

"That's hard to believe, even for me." A rough and tough voice said, with the swav voice seemingly ticked he said that.

"Soundwave, show the footage." There was a bead of silence before the shrill voice sighed and said.

"Do we have any information on her at least?" The tough voice replied.

"No, I check before you go here and got nothing, makes sense though, she appears to be neutral."

"Great, that's just great. Well notify me if she awakens." The shrill voice said as he left with strange sounding pedfalls.

I tuned out the other two that went on talking as I focused up on my other function for me to completely awaken, my optics. It took a little bit but they suddenly powered on and gave me a picture of the room.

It was metallic with a purple hue, there was medical equipment everywhere, doors on the other side and two 'mechs' standing in front of my 'berth' talking to one another. Seemingly about going for a race or something.

I looked around the room silently only to see myself in a reflective screen.

I was a small 'femme' with light armor, most of my armor was concentrated on my breastplates, like before, I also had a skirt around my waist of panels of silver metal with other panels of purple to give a pattern. I had a spartan like helm, I don't know what that meant, with red thin wires making a mohawk on my helm, my optics were light blue with a tint of green and my protoform was black.

Even my face plate was black, almost soaking up the light that hit it. It was contrasted by my armor of silver with purple text written on them, I understood it as Ancient Prime text that only a Prime could understand, as well as myself.

On my arms it said, 'With the Strength of a Prime I will Strike down my Foes.'

On the left side on my breastplate going down it said, 'With the Spark of Primus himself I will never falter against evil.'

My right leg said, 'With the Speed of a Velocitronian I will swiftly protect those in need.'

And on my back, though it was hard to see down my spinal strut it said, 'With the Dark Past behind me I shall always strive forward to a Better Future.'

I knew that even though some of the symbols were on my armor it was actually ingrained into my Protoform as well, so even if I removed my armor from my breastplate, shins, shoulders and lower arms and wrists it would still be there.

I also noted the two wheels integrated into my heeled peds, I wonder what I turn into?

As I admired the new look, I also took note of the old scars I wore, guess those would never go away.

I finally turned my attention back to the two mechs who seemed to be engrossed with flirtatious banter towards each other.

"Come on, the nights just getting started!" The bulky blue and orange mech gave a seductive grin to his smaller red and white partner.

"Come now, we have to take care of our 'guest'. We'll have our fun later." He remarked, I let out a gagging noise and both of there helms snapped to me.

"Take somewhere else, I don't want my 'innocent mind' ruined by you two." They stared at me shocked, embarrassed most likely that I caught them in their banter.

"Uh-how long have you-" The bulky one started to ask but I cut him off.

"Long, enough." I gave an expression gaze at the two, "Now tell me, where in the pit am I and who in the pit are you?"

I knew where I was, I was just playing dumb.

"Oh, well my name is Knockout and this is Breakdown, you are on the Nemesis." The red one answered quickly, trying to focus attention away from the pair.

"Cool." I simple said, they looked at me with questioning looks.

"You do realize you are among Decepticons, right?" Knockout asked.

"Yeah, I know. So, that begs the question, who is in charge here and when can I speak to them?" I leaned off the table, crossing my arms.

"Now, actually. I bet Commander Starscream will want to meet with you." Breakdown said, with a smile, I said.

"Then take me to your leader."

Before we went, Knockout then asked. "By the way, what is your name?"

One popped into my helm and without a second thought, I answered.

"Moonfall."