Prologue~ The Well
Only 11 stood at the edge of the Well of Horns. Megatronus had betrayed them for Unicron and Solas had been killed trying to stop him. The youngest of the group was a bright red colt with a blue mane and tail. His horn glowed with energy. A palomino paint stood beside him. "Optimus, are you sure this is what you want?" He asked. The colt nodded. "I'm sure Alpha." He replied. Alpha sighed. "I know there's no changing your mind. You're a stubborn one." He said. "You've got that right." Optimus chuckled.
He gazed down what seemed like an endless void. "I won't remember anything, will I?" He asked. "No, but I'll be the first face you see when you are reborn, I promise." Alpha replied. They shared a brief nuzzle before the others came forward. Amalgamous was first. "See you one day soon Optimus." He said. "No pranks while I'm gone." Optimus growled. "Ah, come on!" Amalgamous whined. Alchemist laughed. "I'll be helping Alpha rebuild Equestria while you're gone." He said. "I know you'll do a great job of it." Optimus replied. The rest of the remaining Thirteen came forward. Prima was the last say his goodbyes. Optimus' eldest brother had tears swimming in his eyes but he didn't let them fall. He embraced Optimus. "I'll miss you little brother." He said. Optimus returned the hug. "I'll be back before you know it." He grinned. "No surprise you were named Optimus, Mr. Optimistic." Prima laughed. "While I'm gone, Amalgamous will have to serve as the lighthearted one." Optimus said. "Happy to be of service little bro." Amalgamous grinned. Prima groaned. "Just keep it to a minimum okay." He asked. Optimus laughed and turned back to face the Well. He glanced back one more time to his brothers who all smiled encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, Optimus leaped into the Well.
Several hundred years later, a foal was born from the well. He had a bright red coat, a blue mane and tail and his name was Orion Pax.