"Gather, Gather around, my sparklings!"

"Grandpa, What's it this time?" Said the youngest, his worlds slurred by sleepiness.

"I have remembered the tale," The old mech grinned and the young one woke up a bit.

"Finally!" The young one Waddled over to the older mech and sat down, His face bright.

The old mech nodded, and began to tell the tale.

"Primus was constantly fighting with Unicron; Primus wanted to add some thing to his world that unicron held, colour I think it was called (The young one had cocked his head to this) and songs and melodies. So primus set off on a journey, to find the colour, to make his kingdom perfect.

No matter how hard he looked, He could never find it. It nearly drove the poor mech insane; But one day...He thought he'd found it."

"But granddad, what is colour?" Said the oldest, his optics full of confusion. The old mech looked around, an equally confused look on his face. "I have long forgotten, my young ones; But, I hope, one day you will find it!"

The middle sparkling frowned. "Grandpa, The story!"

The old mech's optics widened for a second, and his lips split into a kind smile.

"Of course,"

"So, he searched; and searched, and found…" He trailed off, an exited glint in his optics.

"A human!"

The sparklings felt their undeveloped jaws drop.

"What the pitt is a human?" the oldest murmured, shuffling his pedes.

The old mech smiled and looked at them. "They are small creatures, who make colour AND songs and melodies!"

The youngest straightened his back suddenly, as if he recognised something. The oldest huffed, and said, scoffing, "I'll find one before any one of you do,"

The middle frowned and crossed his arms. The old mech smiled and carried on.

"Anyways, he talked to the little creature, who told him about colour, and music, and singing! In fact, he even sang a song for him," He smiled sadly. "He and the human coloured the world; and sang life into it together. Unicron heard, and was angry."

"Like mother when we've done something wrong," The youngest murmured quietly, But not quietly enough.

" Yes, exactly! But, even angrier...He was jealous.

He only knew how to harness the red colour. So while the human controlled all, he controlled one! And Pitt was he angry. He threw a rage, and fought with Primus. He grabbed the small creature, and threw him into the depths of space, never to be seen again."

The three gasped. The youngest in particular felt so very disheartened.

"But!" The Old mech said suddenly.

"It is your job to find him; And to retrieve the colours! And the music, songs, and melodies!"

The three lightened up.

The old mech smiled kindly, and stood up from the grand throne that he'd been sitting in.

"Now my sparklings…off to recharge!" They moaned in protest, but went anyway.

The old mech smiled kindly.

5000 years later, the youngest stood around the wreck of the small rocket and looked at his hands.

"It is...human?" Optimus Prime said slowly, watching it stir in its rest.