Sadaralo

With a startled gasp, the woman sat bolt upright in her large, ornate, four poster bed.  Her heart thumped hard against her chest from her sudden, unexpected awakening.  The vivid dream of which she had just awoke had so closely mirrored reality from a few days prior, except for one stark detail; a detail she wished she could ignore and banish to the furthest depths of her unconscious. “It can’t be…,” she exhaled sharply into the darkness.  A chill came over her and she shuddered violently, another gasp punctuating the now eerie silence of her bedchamber.  Fully awake, she felt paralyzed to move again.  The atmosphere

Optimus Prime watched in contemplative silence as Galvatron’s back retreated from view.  The Matrix, now barren, empty, and less heavy was still cradled gently in the Autobot leader’s strong hand as his enemy’s last words echoed in his thoughts. There will be no war today, Optimus Prime.  You have earned Galvatron’s respect. Hope fluttered through Prime’s spark.  Hope that perhaps Galvatron meant to end the war.  Hope had always been a conflicting emotion for Optimus Prime.  As with faith, it was vital in some quantities just to keep the noble and naturally gentle mech from giving into