So much had happened in the short time that Optimus had been made a Prime. Megatron, true to his word, had severed all ties with him and led a rebellion against his forces. Known as the Autobots, they fought heroically against Megatron's superior forces, the Decepticons. Optimus was more proud of them than words could say.
The latest battle at Texanar was a draw with neither the Autobots nor the Decepticons gaining so much as a foot. Whenever one side advanced, the other always managed to repel them.
"What's the latest report?" He asked Prowl as the pale stallion raced in.
"Both sides took heavy casualties but Ultra Magnus says the Wreckers can hold Megatron at bay for now." He replied, panting.
Optimus turned to look at the gray stallion beside him who was the same gray stallion who had named him a Prime in the first place. "Grayshield, what do you think?" He asked.
Grayshield hummed in thought for a moment before replying "Double the patrols and order an extra ration of Energon for the troops to keep them fit. We must be prepared for when Megatron strikes next."
"Knowing Megatron, that will be soon." Optimus murmured and on that note, the meeting adjourned.
Once Prowl had gone, Optimus turned to Grayshield. "Where are we going to find the extra supplies? We barely have enough Energon supplies to survive as it is."
"And I'm sorry for that." Grayshield murmured. "But I know a way to make more."
"How?" Optimus demanded.
Grayshield turned to face him head on now. "Listen to me carefully Optimus Prime."
That tone of authority is what made Optimus straighten up stiffly to attention.
"There are things about me you do not understand and mustn't until the time is right. In the meantime, you will just have to trust me." Grayshield said. "Do you trust me, Optimus Prime?"
Optimus bobbed his head in conformation. "I trust you." He replied.
"Then there is nothing more to discuss." Grayshield murmured and left for his own quarters. Optimus sighed and went to plan for the next attack.
Within the confines of his quarters, the Autobot third in command prepared for what he knew would be painful and harm his already weakened condition but it had to be done if the Autobots were to have any chance of surviving.
He'd chosen his side at the outset of this war, ensuring all new life born from the Well aligned itself firmly with the Autobot side. One of these newborns was a young dun colt named Bumblebee. Grayshield could sense the young scout would play a significant role in the war but that was sometime in the distant future.
Unsheathing one of his many small blades, Grayshield produced a cut on his lower left arm. It was a spot that, in Equestria, was firmly in Autobot hands. Just a few miles south of Iacon in the heart of Autobot territory. As Energon began to leak from the small cut, it did so on an even larger scale in the spot it correlated to.
Sheathing the blade, Grayshield looked at himself. The war had made him worse off than the others. The more collateral damage that was done, the weaker he became. He was the avatar after all, disguising himself from Optimus and the rest of the Autobots, making them blind to his true identity.
Scars, both old and new covered his body and several bruises were forming where the battles waged currently. Undoing his efforts to heal himself. Sighing, the Avatar of Primus turned away from the mirror and bandaged his wound once he felt enough Energon had seeped out. Then he returned to the main hall, closing the door behind him.