Spindled Air
By SMYGO4EVA
Optimus Prime stood on the edge of the cliff, looking out at the bare streets of Jasper, Nevada. It was hard to imagine that he had been only in Cybertron two thousand years earlier, and it had looked nothing like this, like Earth. The easy passage to other worlds was gone; the lost citadel was no longer absent, but had largely fallen away into ruins.
Alpha Trion was a distant memory, and had faded into legend. His name was still remembered, though. Along with Optimus Prime, Cybertron's Champion. The Autobot who lived and fought for the justice of a planet that wasn't even his own.
Things had changed greatly, and so had he.
Or had he?