PrincessofDreams123

I do not own Transformers, they belong to Hasbro. (c) I only own my OCs. Enjoy! Several years passed. Skydancer grew up in the palace, growing into the gifts her fairy godmothers had promised. The good fairies kept watch over her as she grew up, loved by all of them as well as her Creators. But she never learned about the evil spell that had been cast upon her. Soon enough, it was the day before the birthday when she would finally come of age and at last be free from Slipstream’s curse. Her Creators were relieved the curse would be over the next day, but asked the fairies to keep their watch. This didn’t require any convincing. At the moment, Skydancer was in the forest near the castle, the fairies nearby at all times. Her godmothers had given her an early birthday gift, an enchanted flute. According to the fairies, the music it made was magic. She was going to show the flute to her animal friends in the forest. She had not been allowed too far from the palace at

I do not own Transformers, they belong to Hasbro.(c) I do own my OCs. Enjoy! Prowl looked at himself one more time before heading to the sitting room. He wasn’t a vain mech, but he was used to looking professional. He knew how important first impressions could be, as well as how hard to shake they could be. He stood up straight, keeping his doorwings up before he walked in. His Creators sat around a low table, across from his fiancee and her own Sire. Prowl’s Sire, Zephyr, stood up. He was a tall Praxian with black and blue paint. His blue optics mirrored those of Prowl. “Ah, here he is,” he said in his deep voice. He waved Prowl over. “This is our oldest son, Prowl. Prowl, this is Sparkshot and his daughter, Dreamcatcher.” The aforementioned bots stood up. “I am pleased to meet you both,” Prowl said politely. He might not have been as chatty as his youngest brother, but he knew how to be polite. “Likewise,” said Sparkshot. His was an Iaconian mech with blue and aqua

I do not own Transformers, they belong to Hasbro. (c) I only own my OCs. Enjoy! Gather round friends, and let us tell you a tale… Once upon a time, there was a noble King named Optimus. He and his Queen, Elita-1, deeply loved each other and ruled their kingdom wisely. They were beloved by their people, who lived happy, content lives. Yet, the pair felt a deep sadness, for they had no creations to call their own. They longed for years and were beginning to lose all hope of ever getting their wish. Then one day, while the Queen was out riding with her ladies, an owl spoke to her. The owl told the Queen not to despair, for soon her dearest wish would be granted. When she returned to the castle, it was discovered someone had abandoned a little sparkling on the step near the servants’ quarters, with a note asking that someone there to take her in. A maidservant brought the sparkling to the Queen. The Queen realized this had to be the answer to her wish. She and her