The Rise of Primus

Chapter title: Prologue
Author: Lover-of-all-Pairings
Pairings: None, but it may come later as the story comes along, it depends on what ideas come up.
Ratings: T
Warnings: None (If you think I should put any in there, please tell me)
A/N: I know, the title, couldn't be any plainer, but it was the only title I could think of. Anyways, this story idea came out of no where, but I liked the idea so I decided to write it down and share it with you guys. Even though this might go against all the comics and series, I liked the story and idea, so I'm going to destroy and butcher a lot of what Primus and it's actual story... a lot.

Enjoy Reading!

"There are many gods of Cybertron, most, if not all. Lived within the time of the first civilisation of Cybertron, teaching us the life we live now. There were gods of music, love, leadership, war, protectors, even those of time and space itself. They were powerful and well respected, even though some gained the respect by fear. As their power frighten us, and we were not as strong as them.

Now, these gods didn't just arrive one day and became their mighty selves. No, Cybertron herself picked them. Choosing sparklings that had this power in them, raising them herself to become who they were. How she did it, no one knew, except one day those sparklings became mighty, and powerful gods.

Soon these mighty gods started to be cruel to those that respected them, thinking that their power made them better then us. Cybertron thought she made a mistake of picking those that should have protected, taught and guided us to become a greater society. Cybertron cried for those who took the punishment of what she has done.

It was also rumoured that you could not become a god unless you were chosen by Cybertron herself, and many believed that, even the gods themselves. But one day, one bot went against that rumour. Rose up and became as powerful as them, but this bot... This bot was even more loved by us then the original picked gods.

This bot fought for us, stood up for us. Wasn't afraid by the special picked gods who done nothing to earn their name, done nothing but forced us to bow down to their mighty power. This bot earned their right to become a god, a god more loved and known then that of what Cybertron picked. Cybertron was proud that at least one of us had stood up to become a god more worthy of their title then that she had hoped for those she had chosen.

This bot, that we love and pray to everyday, that gave us what we have. Who fought for us even though we ruin it, and even though some might not believe in that bot. But it didn't matter, this bot wasn't a bot of music or love, not even war or leadership, this bot wasn't even a god of space or time . This bot was something more, this bot...

Was the god of the people, of us. This bot was our protector and teacher, something that the others should have been. This bot was our god, not of music or war. But of us.

And her name was Primus-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Her?"

"Yes, her. What god did you think I was talking about?" The story teller said, he was a dark red and green mech who had dark blue optics. He held a crystal in his hands that glowed brightly. The crystal brought up an ancient drawing of Primus, is was blurry, even though the femme in the picture was young, she held a great leadership and honour in her stance. The picture captured her perfectly.

The grey and blue frame that curved nicely, her body was bigger then that of the bots that surrounded her. Praying to her for what she has done, she held a glowing object in her hands, but it was unknown as the picture was too blurry.

"Um... I thought you were talking about Primus." answered Hound, as he and the others stared at the picture of the so called Primus.

The old mech laughed gently, "Oh, you thought Primus was a mech. Don't be fooled by her title of what she is. A femme that fought hard to get where she is, and became who she is. A god of us." The mech smiled at the shocked faces of his listeners. "This is a drawing, or painting of Primus. After she earned the right of being a god." He then flickered the crystal powers off and it took back the picture.

When he told these mechs that he was a story teller form a long line of story tellers, the mechs wanted a story told to them. So he chose the greatness story of all, the rise of Primus. But many were confused that Primus was a femme, not a mech.

Sideswipe yelled from the back of the group, "Isn't Primus a mech, that is what I was always told." The other mech also nodded at this.

"Many are confused by this, as her power and greatness to earn their right of the god of us has taken away the status of her being a femme." The older mech laughed. "Don't worry mechs, she was the kindness bot ever created, naive and beautiful not just on the outside, but also on the inside."

"Okay, so Primus is a femme, not a mech."

"Right, now do you mechs want me to continue or not?" The older mech watched the others carefully.

"Please do, I want to know more. How did... she actually become a god if it was rumoured that only Cybertron could pick the gods?"

"Well, you better get comfortable, this story is going to be long, it will be from the very start of Primus's adventure, and she will learn many things on the way." The mechs settled into the seats, or ground if they didn't have a seat for a story that they had surely before the war. "Primus was one of the people of the civilisation..."

A/N: Yeah, I don't know where that came from, it kind of just popped into my head and I just wrote it down before I lost it. Also with Primus being a femme... Don't ask, because I can't answer that myself. Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed this random story here. And I might have the chapter up next week, it depends on what my week is like. As I have two other stories I'm working on and one of them is falling behind.

Thanks for reading! :D