Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or any of its affiliated characters. Only this storyline belongs to me. A huge thank you goes out to my beta for this story Shini666. Thanks a lot, I owe you! Now on with the story.

Note: Please read at 3/4 page as that was how it was written to be read. Thank you.

Prologue: A final chance

It was dark, so very dark. Nothing made any sense, and everything was cold and vacant and so very, very silent. It was torture for one who had always thrived on life as a whole, on movement, and sound, and light. He wasn't sure why he was here, why he hadn't rejoined the Matrix yet. He should have been gone already, not lingering here in this Pit of a place he had no name for.

"Where am I?" He asked the darkness, his voice sounding small and strained in the world around him.

You are chosen for something great, my child. You have something to offer the world, if you are willing to try.

The voice made him jump, and suddenly he was aware of his body again. Nothing was hurting, though he remembered being damaged to the point of deactivation. This wasn't possible. "Who's there?"

I am the Great Creator, the one who gave life to all your kind and those still to come. I have known many names in my eternity of existence, but you may call me Allspark.

"Holy creator of Primus…."

There was a trill of laughter around him, and the world regained light. He could see his frame, could see everything around him as it existed. He was hovering over what remained of his home planet, and even that sight filled him with a sort of joy. He thought never to see Cybertron again, even in the state it was in now. To realize that he was so close to home again after so long filled him with a renewed since of hope and purpose.

I had hope that seeing our world again would renew your spark, my child.

"Yeah….but….well…why me?" Blue optics were looking around trying to figure out where the voice was coming from, but there was nothing there but the planet itself. His hands wrung together nervously as his spark pulsed erratically within his chassis. He was uncomfortable and a little traumatized, but something was keeping him calm. Probably the Great Creator.

You alone hold something that so many others have forgotten as this war over the possession of my power has continued. You live your life fully, enjoying everything it has to offer you without holding yourself back and trying to encourage the same in those close to you. It is your energy that has kept Optimus Prime on course, your sense of life and courage that has provided the others with the strength they needed to go forward. Without you, I fear they will lose themselves to hatred and sorrow. I cannot allow the Matrix of Leadership to become tainted in that manner, and so I bring you an offer. I need your help, the Autobots need your help.

"What would ya have of me, great one?" He had to be respectful,; this was the creator of them all. He couldn't refuse to do some favor for the Allspark, especially if it was singling him out over so many others that had lost their lives to this war.

Return to the planet known as Earth. Bring Optimus Prime the gift I'll send with you, give them all hope. I grant you a token of my favor, and you will in turn use it to help end this war. Make them see reason, find that part of yourself that has always kept everyone around you close. Don't allow them to lose faith, that is what I ask. But…

He shifted a little where he stood, wanting to do exactly what the creator wanted but not knowing exactly why it had stopped so suddenly. Was there something else he needed to do? Was he supposed to try and end the war all on his own? Or lead them all to victory somehow? He wasn't really a leader, not unless he had to be. He left the leading of troops to Optimus, whose presence alone invoked loyalty and strength from their troops.

Finally the Allspark spoke again, and it seemed as if the Great Creator was tired. You are waning in your devotion to the cause. I must make sure the darkness that has corrupted all others has not corrupted your pure spark. So I send you back to Earth with a task. Complete it and you shall revive within yourself and be left with all that I have spoken of before.

"What? Wait, what am I supposed ta do?" He was fading, his task set before him with no answer from the Allspark. He suddenly felt strange, as if he was falling into something deeper than anything he'd ever scaled down before. The world was changing, he was moving away from the image of Cybertron, back to the blue planet called Earth.

From far away he could hear the Allspark speak again, the voice low and fading as he became more aware of a physical body once again. You will know what to do when the time is right. Trust your instincts, my child, and you shall be rewarded.

After that, everything changed.

That's just the first part, and there's one more part to go.
See everyone later.