Celestia's shoulders hurt the next morning. Nothing else hurt, not even her head. She had expected a hangover, but not that. A point right in-between her shoulder blades ached. She grimaced and headed towards the med-bay. Leaving Firestarter a note so that she didn't freak out when she woke up and Celestia wasn't there.

"Slaggin shoulders." She muttered under her breath as she slumped against a wall. They hurt so fraggin bad that she could barely stand it. A sharp pain that felt almost as if someone was digging a blade into her back shot through them and caused her to fall to her knees.

//Ratchet!//

The medic jumped. He had a hangover and someone had just yelled at him through the comm. //Quiet down a little! What do you want!?//

Celestia winced as the pain coursed through her again. //I cant make it to you and I need your help. Can you get here as quick// She winced and hissed in pain. //I don't know what is wrong but its killing my back. //

Ratchet blinked a couple of times. //What?//

Celestia saw a shadow fall over her from behind. Causing her to turn her head and wince again.

"What's wrong?"

It was Sideswipe, he was looking down at her concerned. He glanced at her back and gasped.

"We need to get you to Ratchet. Can you stand?"

Celestia shook her head and was rewarded with the worst pain she had felt yet. She yelped and cringed. Whatever was happening to her was painful and sure didn't like her at all. She squeezed her optics shut and breathed as deep as she could manage.

Sideswipe picked her up and carried her quickly to the med-bay. They didn't meet any mechs on the way.

"Ratchet."

The medic turned to the red twins' voice and his optics widened at Celestia's rigid form in Sideswipe's arms.

"What happened to her?"

"I don't know, I was walking down the hallway and saw her like this. You really do need to take a look at her back."

Ratchet nodded and had Sideswipe lay her on the berth, face down. When he saw her back he gasped.

She had two black things growing out of them, they were each about five yards (15 feet) long.

"Sideswipe, go get Optimus."

Nodding, the red twin ran out of the room.

"Celestia?"

"What?" She asked through clenched dental plates. Obviously doing her best to keep from screaming from the pain.

"Do you know what is happening?"

"No fraggin clue. Oh, wait, maybe its just the fact that I have two wing-like things growing out of my back. Could that be the reason why it hurts so much?"

He met her pissed optics with calm ones. She was in pain and he had just asked the stupidest question on Cybertron. He wouldn't hold the smart-aft comment against her.

"Ratchet, what's happen…" Optimus was staring at Celestia's back. He then turned to Sideswipe, who had been standing in the doorway. "Go get Dwarfstar. She might know what's happening."

Sideswipe nodded and ran out of the room again.

Optimus then walked to Celestia's side. "When did it start?"

She looked at him with confused optics. "What?"

"The pain."

"Oh, that. Yesterday. About the middle of Red Alerts lecture. Why?"

Optimus only nodded, then stood up. "When Dwarfstar gets here, she'll explain a lot."

Ratchet caught on. His optics widened again. //Do you think…//

Optimus nodded at Ratchet.

Celestia hissed in pain and the wings grew another yard, just as Dwarfstar walked in with Sideswipe in tow. She looked at Celestia and the wings.

"The black winged prime."

Sideswipe gave the Elder an odd look.

"She will end all wars on Cybertron. She is the last prime." The elder looked at Optimus. "When was she rescued?"

"Yesterday."

Dwarfstar nodded. "Then that part of the prophecy has been fulfilled. I shall take the news to the other elders. Optimus Prime, you will teach this generations prime, as your father taught you." She looked at Celestia, who had fallen into unconsciousness from the pain. "Good luck, Celestial Prime, may Primus walk with you." And the elder took her leave.

Sideswipe was quiet for all of two nano-clicks. "Do what?!"

Ratchet looked at him. "We need Jazz in here. Can you go get him?"

Sideswipe glared at Ratchet and opened up a private comm link. //Dad. //

//Yeah? //

//We need you in the med-bay please. Don't ask me why. All I know is that Celestia has grown two black wings and the elder Dwarfstar called her 'The black winged prime' Could you step on it and get here quick? //

//on my way. //

Sideswipe then gave Ratchet and Optimus a calm look. And they waited for Jazz to get into the med-bay.

"By Primus, it's happened."

Jazz walked into the bay staring at Celestia's wings. Which had grown to their full glory of eight yards (24 feet). They had folded neatly against her back. Glossy and black, they looked painted on.

Celestia's optics flew open and she jumped up. Her wings snapped open of their own accord and she hovered ten feet off the ground. Wings beating in a steady rhythm.

"Uh…dad, what happened?"

She looked strait at Optimus as she landed softly in front of the berth and folded her wings against her back.

"I don't know where to start."

"The beginning would be nice."

Optimus sighed, and started with the prophecy.

"When the Great War starts, a black winged prime shall be born. But it shall not be known she is the next prime until after the enemy has captured her and she is rescued. A cycle afterwards she shall grow black wings. The exact opposite of the first prime, the white winged prime, she shall be the last to gain the name."

Celestia's jaw hit the ground. She had expected anything, except being the next, and last, prime.

"Dad…"

He looked at her concerned.

"You do know that you could have mentioned this sooner."

Optimus palmed and Ratchet chuckled.

Chistarpax: Well, he really could have told her the prophecy sooner. After all, it was first said on her 2nd birthday.

Celestia: looks at wings couldn't I have just gotten something like a really cool gun?

Chistarpax: nope

Sideswipe: It makes her look cuter.

Celestia: What?!

Sideswipe: nothing!

Sunstreaker: Chistarpax owns Celestia, Firestarter, Dwarfstar, and nothing else. So don't sue her.

Firestarter: Where do I come in again?

Chistarpax: You'll see!