A Transformers: Handler/Companion Chronicles Story
The New Battlefield
The Last Prime Part 1
Prologue: Their War, Our World
He had slumbered for millennia, this creature locked within the Arctic ice. He had not truly felt the years go by, but the timelessness was just as bad. It was fortunate that he was of a strong will, or else the endlessness would have broken his mind into pieces, even though there were those who could argue that his mind was already fractured.
He finally became aware, deep in the cavern that his mind had carved, that he was being moved. He could feel his great body and his smaller one being hoisted into the air. He was still locked in ice, but something or someone was moving him. His mind started to race at the thought that he might be able to free himself from his cold shackles, but in the end his ray of hope proved futile.
When they finally settled him into his new home, the creature felt it. The artifact! It was so near, yet still so far . . .
He slumbered still, conscious yet unconscious, but he was waiting now. Soon, soon he would be able to free himself of this ice. His minions would come and flank him as he was carried to glory. Deeper still in the cavern of his mind, the thought arose.
So would the Autobots.