A/N: This is my attempted follow-up to Fallen so Far. It's going to be a multiple chapter story, with me doing *gasp* actual research on real world history events. If I make too many mistakes, please let me know in a review. Now, enjoy Looking Back!

Long ago we were few. Then our people multiplied across the face of Cybertron. It was not many, but still more than our original numbers.

That is when they came. The Quintessons. A powerful race that saw us only as future slaves to add to their great Empire. We fought back against the invaders and managed to repel them, but to great cost. I became the only femme, with our numbers lessened almost to the off-lining of our race.

Thirteen of us stood together, petitioning to the Creator Primus. He answered our cries and soothed us, asking what we desired of him. We requested a way for our kind to continue, a way to become great and powerful like the Quintessons. He was silent, before asking, "What will you give for such?" "Anything, lord. We only desire for the people to live and thrive once more." "It shall be done so."

The Creator marked the thirteen of us, naming us "Primes". We would be his servants under him, in exchange for such gifts. His blessings went far beyond that. Each one of us gained a power, a power that would used for all others' good. I became a Creator, a Smith of tools beyond imagination. The others were similarly gifted.

The second part of it came soon after. He gave us a set of coordinates, coordinates to a far-off planet. His parting last words still haunt me. "If you wish for power, such as the Quintessons, you must do the unthinkable to gain it. Such as they did." We thought nothing of it at the time, only thinking of reviving our race. Now, I wonder what would have happened if we had realized what he meant...

We landed on the world, a world full of organic life. The search began for our foretold power source. It was not long until we were met with resistance. Organic animals objected to our searching, and attacked us. It was a barely two of the planet's solar cycles before they had been stopped. For good.

We tracked the few survivors of the species to a strange cavern. A cavern full of pulsing crystals similar to energon in chemical make-up. I did not know what happened to the organics that fled there, nor do I now. All I know was that there were no organics there when we arrived. The crystals glimmered every color, the centermost and largest one shining silver.

To this day, I do not know what possessed us to start breaking the crystals of what was obviously a sacred place. All were shattered, except for the silver. Megatronus stepped forward to chip it out. The crystal let out a wave of power that knocked us all to the ground. When we arose, it had turned a solid tan color.

Returning to Cybertron, I carved symbols on the crystal, and formed it into a cube. Now all we had to do was wait.

Our patience was rewarded. Filling the cube with power, our people were able to produce sparks from it. Sparks of sparklings. Cybertron would flourish once more. I rejoiced alongside my fellow Primes. That was before I became aware of the side effects of our greed. For it was greed, make no mistake. Greed to become a powerful empire, rivaling our attackers.

The side effects were not seen for a long time. But they were there. Femmes eventually stopped sparking, preferring to rely on the now-named 'Allspark'. More and more mechs came, while the number of femmes dwindled. A call for order came. We needed a better system to govern. And so, Primus forgive me, I voted for the conceived 'caste system'. I helped condemn our people to the downfall that was then affecting the Quintesson Empire.

Cybertron became mighty, center of a new planets-wide empire. It is still mighty, as far as I know. But the cracks will form. I know, for I put them there when Cybertron decided that we no longer needed Primus, not when we had the Allspark to use for as many sparklings as we wished. I sorrow, for now sparklings are almost...disposable, when we can always use the Allspark to make more.

I watch the Allspark now. It glimmers, but is nowhere as bright as it was when it was a crystal in a far-away cave. I wonder if the organics we slaughtered had worshipped it as their own god. I wonder if we have built our empire on the bones of helpless beings that could not stand against us. The thirteen of us Primes go, to find more energy for the Allspark to continue its task.

I fear for Megatronus, for he has been much different since he broke the crystal. More...dark. I hope that he will not fall. Fall like the rest of Cybertron.

Oh Primus, I fear we have made a horrible mistake...

-On a forgotten datapad within one of the deepest Cybertronian Archives