Prologue
Primus
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Or so I am told, because I was not there to experience it. But when there was something, and I started to experience it, it was everything all at once. Every word, every sound, every light, every feeling (magnificent and terrifying). I decided to keep the good ones closer to My Spark; they seemed so fleeting.
At the same moment I began, there was My Brother, who wanted no sensation. He wanted no words, no sounds, no lights, no feelings. He had come from that nothing - so he claimed - and he had treasured it. He assumed a mission of destruction. And it pains me greatly to admit that for some time I stood by watching his parade through our universe.
Until I stopped. From My Spark I created the First Thirteen who helped me bring an end to his reign. This happening cost most of My energy; I had to back down and let the remaining lead.
To be an outsider, to not interact, is sparkbreaking. It rattles the core of My very being. Sometimes when I gaze upon my My Children and see the mistakes being made, I mourn like an infant and not what I am. I cannot reach out to slap their servo to show them the wrongness of their actions, like a good caretaker would.
And occasionally, it is even worse when My mechs or femmes has done well. Then My Spark swells with love and compassion and I again suddenly know why I created My Cybertronians. My faith in them is renewed for a short period of time. The hope I had in the budding society blooms and light seems to radiate from no where. These are the times I have come to hold near and very dear to My Spark.
Times I fear will soon be coming to an end.