Metanoia
by SMYGO4EVA

Rodimus Prime knew that he had his work cut out for him. When it came to the Lost Light, he really didn't have a clue just what he was throwing himself in. He had never imagined it had gotten him this far, and with so much to bear.

Maybe it was the mission getting to him, but he didn't think he would see the one named Solus Prime, even in his dreams. Maybe it was because it was the Solus Prime. She was the Maker and creator, one of the legendary Primes, one of the Thirteen.

A part of Rodimus thought that he would always be intimidated by the Primes, even by Optimus himself.

A part of Rodimus thought that he would destroy something. His weakness would destroy the mission – his mission.

That it did.

In the midst of the Lost Light's mission, he caused so much chaos and destruction.

The Solus Prime that was standing between him and a horrific death was not the Solus Prime that was a vengeful deity.

Or so Rodimus hoped, because the lifeblood of the Primes ran through her veins only proved herself as a higher power.

Maybe he was naïve.

Maybe he and his team were doomed.

What Rodimus couldn't deny was that Solus Prime was indeed one of his predecessors, and even if it meant searching for the past to become a worthy Prime, then so be it.