New story. :) tell me what you think of this. I am quite satisfied myself, and i look forward to progress into this new plot. My mind wont keep still.
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Primus looked at the battlefield before him. They had won. But the victory had not come easily. Countless galaxies had been evaporated in the progress and still Unicron persisted.
He turned to the first of his creations. The first thirteen he had created to keep him company. The very beings that had enabled him to weaken the destroyer enough to remove the danger Unicron were to the universe.
He had used the powers he initially had infused in the thirteen to send Unicron into the rift that was between time and space. It would require enormous energies for the destroyer to make it out of his prison, all while life would once again flourish in the universe, freed of the large threat.
The only thing he regretted by his act was that his creations now had turned mortal and would die in time. And he would be alone once again.
Seeing the anguish in the deity's optics Prima stood forth and smiled at their creator.
"We all made the sacrifice willingly. You created us. You gave us life and a purpose. We are grateful for your care for us and honored that we were able to do this for you in your time of need." The transformer told the God.
"With our act we were able to rid the universe of the greatest threat to all living. We are willing to die for that purpose. Don't be saddened by our sacrifice." Prima continued.
Slowly the anguish faded, but the sorrow still filled the optics of the God.
"Then I will make a home for you as long as you shall live." The god proclaimed.
Before the optics of his creations Primus transformed, and formed their new home.
Cybertron was created.
Millions of years passed as peace reigned in the universe and Primus coexisted with his mortal creations.
As time went by one after one the thirteen perished into the well of all sparks and their creation energy returned to Primus.
When only Prima was left, old and dying Primus was revitalized to his former strength.
The last words leaving the transformer before his spark extinguished returned hope to the God.
"Be a God of creation. Use our energy to replenish this world once more. Don't let life die out." Were the words that Prima breathed moments before his spark and energy returned to the God, and any sign of the first thirteen vanished.
Primus took the words to spark. Circling his frame that was Cybertron around a sun he settled in his frame, creating a special room for the task he was about to do.
The room was placed in the deepest parts of the planet, with only few ways to reach it in the depths. There he settled, creating the well of all sparks from his own essence.
The first spark to leave the well was designed to become the keeper and protector of the holy chamber the well was placed in.
As the spark left the well, energy crackled on its surface and the spark spontaneously split into three.
Surprised Primus regarded the three floating parts of the spark rotate around each other.
Then the next step in the creation happened, and the sparks received their physical form, creating three transformers.
Life was infused into the three beings and they opened their optics.
Looking around their optics shone in white, blue and black.
"Welcome my creations." Primus greeted them from the well.
"Creator." They responded in unity.
Primus blessed the three transformers, giving them immortality and a purpose.
One would bestow the newspark sentience and intelligence.
One would give the newspark a frame and determine its health and life expectancy.
One would give the newspark a fate and a destiny.
With the keepers and protectors of his creations present, Primus settled into his task and began creating new life to populate his frame.
As time went by, and millions of years once again passed Cybertron was filled with the thriving life of transformers. No one questioned how life occurred, they just lived.
When one wanted a newspark they visited the central nursery connected to the temple of the Prime.
As the time went by and a new way for the transformers to reproduce occurred fewer and fewer newsparks occurred in the nursery, and soon the nursery closed, the wonder all forgotten.
Down in the holy chamber of the well of all sparks the keepers and protectors dwelled all forgotten, waiting for all eternity, guarding the most sacred part of the planet, the essence of Primus himself.
Life continued on the surface. Wars raged and the holy chamber stayed forgotten.
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