Prologue
Before the Birth of the Universe, only Darkness existed.
In this formless Nothingness, Primus used His Light to create all things that exist.
From His Breath appeared the Cosmos.
From His Voice the Stars decorated the Heavens.
From His Hair the Comets flied through The Void.
From His Gaze the Satellites appeared so they could orbit the planets.
And from His Body, Cybertron was born.
But there was nobody to enjoy such wonders.
And so, Primus used metal, mud and water to give life to Humanity.
From The Myth of Creation.
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Wingblade watched with a smile on her face as Rustwave told her tale to the widened eyes of the children listening to the old woman around the campfire. The light from the flames illuminated the motherly visage of the woman's wrinkly face.
It was a very nice night they were having. The heavens above the plain they had made camp was decorated with twinkling stars, giving them a very lovely view.
Wingblade fluttered her wings a couple of times to stretch them and got up from her seat. They had a very busy day ahead of them and considering the political importance of her arrival at Iacon, the woman couldn't afford for them to be tired the next day.
The woman was dressed in a red kimono that had a pair of holes on the back so her wings wouldn't be restricted when moving. Her black hair was long, reaching the lower end of her back, and was usually tied up in a bundle atop her head by a hairpin. Normally, the woman had red facial markings painted, but only used them in official matters.
Although on the surface she looked mostly like what we consider a normal human, there were very clear signs that pointed to the opposite.
Her wings were not those one would normally associate with depictions of angels, since they were metallic in appearance, and each feather that constituted them was a blade of living metal that had grown with Wingblade since her birth. Their size was also great, spanning at least two metres long. The second characteristic to take into account was the liquid content flowing through her veins, for mixed with her blood was a substance called Energon, that allowed her to have quicker reflexes and the ability to integrate the metallic components into her body.
This off-shot of the human race was revered far and wide by the inhabitants of the planet by the label called The Blessed. Not all Blessed possessed wings, some walked on four legs like centaurs and others swam by using silvery tails in the likeness of the mythological mermaids.
It was said that Energon was the blood of Primus Himself, and that those that had it running down their veins were demigods themselves. The metal in their bodies thus, had been a visual reminder of that connection. Normal humans revered them, and were subservient in almost everything they did.
She was from the shogunate of Caminus, and had travelled very far from home for two weeks with her companions due to the very important celebration the capital of the planet was having.
A new Prime was about to be coronated.
Such an event was not something that happened often. The Primes were the rulers of the planet since time immemorial and selected only from the members of the Blessed. It was important for the leaders and ruling bodies of the various cities to go and witness the selection with their own eyes.
The process that would take place during the ceremony was of critical importance. Wingblade was in a position to be encouraged into going on this journey. She wasn't alone but her role in her home country warranted her presence.
On her way towards her tent, Wingblade noticed a young woman carrying papers and recognized her as one of her assistants. Her name was Alexis Thi Dang and was one of the few human subjects of the city of Caminus. She had short brown hair and eyes, wearing the traditional clothes of her place of origin in pink colour with flowers engraved in red.
"Lady Wingblade" The woman greeted her with a bow "I will finish this first and go to sleep too".
Nodding at Alexis' answer, the winged woman entered her own tent and closed the curtain behind her. The fabric caressed her wings and the feeling of it sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.
Getting naked and changing into her sleeping clothes, she picked up her kimono and brought it to the chest at her bed's feet.
Laying down in her bed, Wingblade closed her eyes and let Morpheus take her.
XXX
The next day, they woke up early in the morning, gathered the tents and belongings, and resumed their journey. The journey towards Iacon was made in enormous caravans pulled by horses through a paved road.
Wingblade, now dressed formally in a kimono and with her face painted with red markings around her eyes, rested in one of the caravans at the middle of the group with Alexis and other servants accompanying her. Small trinkets hung from the ceiling of their transport and cushions allowed them to rest comfortably. Alexis was reading a book to pass the time, while two of her friends played a game of cards.
The winged Blessed envied their lack of concern. For the attendants, this journey was an opportunity to visit a different country and enjoy new things. Maybe she would be able to relax a little once the coronation ended, before returning to her duties in the shogunate.
"Greetings, Speaker Wingblade" A feminine voice called for her attention.
She turned around and bowed when the woman recognized it's owner. The attendants around them quickly retired with signs of respect and left the two alone in the caravan.
"Good morning, Mistress of Flame".
The newcomer was one of the governors of Caminus, the religious leader of the shogunate. She was a woman taller than Wingblade, with a staff with a hammer on top that was used as a cane. Her robes were a mix of red and orange and atop her head rested a three-pronged crown. The leader's bottom half of her body was a lion's torso and legs made from living metal.
The Mistress of Flame sat beside her and looked far into the distance with a look of contemplation.
"Today is a very special day".
Wingblade nodded beside her.
"True. I for once am excited to see who will be chosen. It isn't every day when a new Prime grace us".
"For what news came to Caminus, the candidate for being most likely chosen has already been decided. His name was Zeta Boreal, if I remember correctly".
"Hmmm... I just hope we will be able to enjoy Iacon and all its wonders during the celebration".
"Remember your training. You must mind your manners when entering the palace. Don't be distracted, for in manners of politics everyone is a shark".
"Of course" She hated the tone of voice the Mistress of Flame used. As if she was a child. It was demeaning.
"We are not the only ones that will go to Iacon. Representatives from the other kingdoms of Cybertron will be there. This is a good opportunity for us to strengthen our alliances. People will make us offers too tempting and good to be true. Remember to answer their question about Caminus vague enough to not let anything of the shogunate be used against us".
"Understood, My Lady".
Arching an eyebrow at Wingblade's tense tone of voice, the Mistress of Flame put a hand atop the woman's shoulder.
"The only thing for us to do now is review the steps the ceremony will hold".
Wingblade mentally groaned at her words. Even though the priestess didn't need to, it seemed they would once more prepare for the event. Looking outside the caravan, she hoped they would soon arrive at their destination.
XXX
Out in the vast plains outside Iacon, far away from prying eyes, the movement of a great number of people armed with weapons remained unnoticed.
They waited for the moment to make their move.
The leader sneered in hate thinking of the celebration that was about to occur, and what it really represented for his people. He watched as one of them exited their camp, to lead the way and finish his assigned task.
Soon all would come to regret what they had done.
Soon.
XXX
Once they finished, the Mistress of Flames exited the caravan and left Wingblade alone. Alexis and her friends entered the wooden vehicle and resumed their activities. The servant looked at her mistress and sat beside her.
"How was it, My Lady?".
"Tiresome and not really needed" She admitted. Looking at her attendant look of alarm, Wingblade smiled reassuringly "Don't tell the esteemed Mistress of Flame I said that".
Nodding vigorously, the young woman retired to her own corner of the caravan and left the Blessed to her own thoughts.
Deciding she wasn't doing anything, Wingblade closed her eyes and resumed the mental exercises she had learn since very young.
The role of Speaker was something not many could do. It was a position passed down since the foundation of the Great Kingdoms, with Iacon being one of them and Caminus another. In the beginning, when the Blessed first appeared and the First Primes graced the human race, they departed to faraway places on the planet and stablished settlements. In time, those became the Great Kingdoms and the rulers of those were selected by the Primes.
Wingblade's duties were based on this ancient history.
Even though all Blessed possessed metallic parts on their bodies, there were a select few that also had what could best be described as 'Gifts'. Her own was one that some others in the different Great Kingdoms also had called 'Cityspeaking'. Due to what that entailed, Wingblade was required to have great strength of mind.
Her concentration was disturbed when she heard noise coming from outside their vehicle. Peeking through the curtains, the woman felt excitement, knowing they must be close.
Surrounding the procession of caravans of Caminus were people from all over the planet coming from their places of origin, the cities around Iacon and more. Normal humans rode horses beside tauric Blessed, while others flew through the skies greeting their neighbours. Small huts with smoke billowing from their chimneys stood beside the paved road, and their inhabitants waved their arms to greet them.
Hearing the commotion outside, the three young retainers looked to see what it was all about.
"We must be close, My Lady!" Alexis declared with enthusiasm. She looked annoyed when one of her friends pushed her aside to try and look what she was talking about "Quit it, Carlos!"
"Damn! Hey, Rad! Let's go check out first!" Carlos hoped from the moving vehicle laughing.
The young man yelled at his friend and as if on cue, the other man followed him. He was a teenager reaching adulthood, with blonde hair that spiked in every direction possible and was currently dressed with a blue hakama that reached only his knees.
"Wait up, Carlos! C'mon Alexis" He turned his head slightly and called the woman's over.
Turning to look at Windblade, the Speaker encouraged her with a gesture. Bowing in gratitude, Alexis exited the caravan to follow her friends.
She was so distracted, Alexis almost hit a passer-by on her way towards her friends.
The figure was covered in a hood and by the looks of it, they seemed to have a very pronounced hunch. Alexis and Windblade weren't able to see their visage.
"Ah! Sorry! I wasn't looking..." The hooded stranger apologized. By their voice, the two women discovered they were a man.
Wingblade waved her hand dismissively. Alexis sent her a worried glance and opened her mouth with the intention of intervening, but a quick look her way deterred the woman from saying anything.
"Don't worry. Young Alexis is just excited. It's their first time in Iacon".
"Hey, Alexis! What's the hold up!?" The voice of Carlos could be heard further away in the row of caravans.
The aforementioned woman smiled sheepishly at the hooded man.
"It's alright...Go with your friends. All is forgiven" The tone of voice was one of merriment.
Alexis nodded with a reddened face and went to join her friends, leaving Wingblade alone with the unknown man.
Chuckling at the retainer's embarrassment, Wingblade exited the caravan and walked towards him.
"Greetings, stranger. My name is Wingblade. What's your name?".
"Ah, certainly! Where are my manners...?" The covered figure made what she could interpret was a bow and the man continued talking "Starscream, at your service".
Nodding, she flapped her wings a couple of times like she always had done unconsciously, in what was a sign of nervousness. Starscream had not looked at her directly during their short conversation, but putting his body sideways, so that where he probably had a shoulder would always be pointing at her.
"Would you please uncover yourself? I would like to see the visage of who I'm talking to" She tried to sound as polite as possible.
"I'm afraid someone of such renown and importance would not find pleasant to see my hideous face and terrible deformities", He said with not a single note of joy in his voice.
Wingblade looked at the poor soul with pity in her eyes. Looking around them, she noticed other people also with hooded clothes covering their bodies and the woman finally understood what kind of person Starscream was.
In the planet Cybertron, there were three kinds of humans existing in relative harmony. Regular people, the ones called The Blessed, and finally those like Starscream. They were called The Cursed, for they had been born with deformities made from living metal not unlike those the Blessed had. The two were similar, yet one was met with love and the other with hate.
Many of them covered their deformities with clothes, and lived in poor conditions in the cities' slums. Even though their affliction wasn't contagious, people avoided them like the plague.
"I'm sorry. That was very insensitive from my part...".
"Thank you, My Lady for your kindness".
"Please, there's no need for formalities. Call me Wingblade".
Chuckling at her words, the hunchback waddled forwards beside the Speaker.
"Understood, Lady Wingblade".
Huffing a little in frustration at his words, she let it slide for the moment.
"So, what brings you here, Starscream? Are you going to visit Iacon for the ceremony or just for pleasure?".
"For the coronation, of course! I admit I'm very excited! I think today is going to be a day to be remembered!".
Wingblade noticed the way he said that last part and for a moment a sensation of dread formed in her mind.
"Strange man you have met, Wingblade" The voice of the Mistress of Flame scared her due to the surprise. Turning around, she found the priestess standing next to them.
"My Lady! I was just having a conversation with this man...".
"No matter. I believe we haven't met, Cursed One. Who are you and what are you doing walking towards Iacon?" Windblade paled a little at the disrespectful way the priestess addressed Starscream.
"I was just going to see the ceremony, My Lady" He answered with a tone of reverence without acknowledging the thin-veiled insult "After all, is not often when one can see a new Prime be selected".
Humming in deep thought, Wingblade's superior sat on her hind legs and studied the man standing in front of them. Starscream surprisingly, didn't cower at the look of disdain in the Mistress of Flame's eyes.
"Lady Wingblade! Mistress of Flame!" One of Alexis' friends interrupted their conversation.
It was Carlos. The young man was of Latino descent, with short curly brown hair and dressed in a orange shirt and blue pants. He was running towards her from the front of the procession.
"What is it, Carlos?".
"My apologies, My Ladies! It's just that we are here!" He pointed forwards with an excited expression on his face.
Smiling at the news, Wingblade jumped down from the caravan and opened her wings. With a mighty flex of her muscles, the Speaker took off into the sky. Flapping her wings to remain airborne, she looked into the distance.
What lied ahead of them was the enormous capital city of Iacon. She could distinguish the giant stone walls built around it, and inside the various buildings where the population lived. In the centre of all was the castle where the Primes lived and from where they ruled the planet. The palace was a titanic construction of opulent design.
Satisfied with her observations, the woman glided back down. Once she touched solid ground, Wingblade decided to go and inform the priestess.
"Starscre-" Wingblade looked around and frowned. The man had disappeared.
"The Cursed One has left" The Mistress of Flame answered her unspoken question.
Wingblade noticed the priestess looking with aloof coldness towards the numerous Cursed that were walking around them. She lamented the hooded man's decision and wondered if her superior's attitude had spooked him. Ignoring the need to reprimand the woman's attitude, she decided to return to her caravan and bowed respectfully to the her.
Entering, she noticed Alexis and her friends preparing for the coronation. Their caravans reached the gilded gates of Iacon not soon after.
XXX
Orion Pax was nervous. He would be lying saying otherwise. Today was a very important event and he wasn't allowed to fail in his task.
"Hey, Pax! Relax man!" A voice at his left made him snap out of his reverie and look at the source "We do our job as supposed to, and this will be a piece of cake!".
Smiling at the source, he opened his mouth with a retort, but someone else beat him to it.
"Shut up, Jazz! That kind of attitude is why nobody wants to take you seriously. Keep it up and your next duty will be cleaning the latrines" The interlocutor had a very rough voice.
"Make me, Ironhide!" The man expression of revulsion elicited a small chuckle.
Orion smiled fondly at his friends. The three were centauroid Blessed that stood before an enormous door with weapons strapped around their humanoid hips, as part of the guard assigned to this post.
Jazz was the smaller of them, with a permanent smug smile on his face and always tried to lighten the mood of wherever he went. He wore a silver shirt and had his black hair combed backwards.
Ironhide was the most muscular of the group due to the constant training he undertook, with a stone-cold façade that gave of an air of seriousness around him, even if Orion knew his friend could relax outside their working hours. He wore a black jacket and a belt filled with small knives.
Pax was the tallest. Having been doing manual labour on the poorest districts of Tarn, he moved to Iacon when he became an adult in the hopes of joining the prestigious Guardians of the Prime.
As the name indicated, they were in charge of protecting the current Prime of Cybertron. Due to the importance of the task, only the best of the best was selected to enter its ranks. Orion had worked tirelessly and joined every kind of voluntary task his superiors asked of him.
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The sound of horns snapped him out of his train of thought and made the young guard tense. It was the signal they had been waiting, for the gates of Iacon had opened and the palace was about to receive visitors from all the other Great Kingdoms.
Orion saw their assigned superior walk towards them and stood firm. Her name was Quickslinger. She had her wings decorated with golden chains hanging from their joints, and was dressed with a military uniform of purple colour and ceremonial nature.
"Orion, Jazz, Ironhide! It's time!" Without waiting to see if they followed, the woman turned around and walked back towards the Great Hall in the palace and where the coronation would take place.
They marched without saying a word. Their hoofed feet clacked atop the stone floor, making noise in their wake. Orion and his friend's march was so coordinated, they took each step at the same time.
On the hallways, torches that would be turned on during the night hung from columns every ten metres. Paintings of beautiful sceneries gave the palace an air of pleasant hospitality. Empty armours stood in some of the hallways as a reminder of the history of humanity.
Finally, the group reached a door decorated with intricate patterns of gold inscriptions. Waiting for them were the rest of the guards assigned to their post at the other side. There were a mix of humans and Blessed, all holding ceremonial spears and an additional personal weapon.
Quickslinger made her way through the guards until she reached the door. Once there, she took out the appropriate key and used it to open the door.
Squaring his shoulders, Orion and the rest went to the other side, where the Great Hall awaited them.
XXX
The palace of Iacon was one of the greatest edifications ever built in Cybertron. From its throne in the deepest and most secure place on the planet, the Primes had ruled for thousands of years with wisdom, strength and magnanimity. Every ruler of the Great Kingdoms bowed before them, paid tribute and accepted their rule without question.
Being a structure so large one could spend a full day exploring it and still not seeing all, the seat of power of the current ruler of Iacon was a magnificent display of wealth. The ceiling was covered in paintings representing ancient history and the myths of the planet's past, rugs of the finest material covered the floor; golden chandeliers illuminated the various rooms of the castle and banners of the different Great Kingdoms hung from its walls. An army of maids and butlers awaited orders at the ruler's beck and call, being in charge of taking care of such a building with impeccable manners and devout enthusiasm.
That day, the envoys of the Great Kingdoms and all the citizens that wanted to be at the ceremony, were led by pages through a wide hallway to the Great Hall, were the coronation would be taking place.
The only people that were stopped at the entrance were the Cursed that had been encountered during the journey to Iacon. It seemed that even in the capital and during such a momentous occasion, the discrimination was still prevalent. Guards patrolled the premises, and a few of them were now guiding the visitors towards their destination.
Alexis walked by her ladyship's side, glancing at her friends every once in a while. "Have you seen that, man? There are guards everywhere!" Rad whispered to Carlos.
"Yeah! I hope they let us explore this place later".
Rolling her eyes at their conversation, the woman decided to talk to them later and prevent the two of them from doing anything stupid or saying something offensive.
The procession stopped and Alexis looked to see what was happening. What she saw made her become a little bit nervous.
Before the procession was an enormous gate of metal. On its surface were carved images of thirteen figures the woman recognized immediately. In front of the doors were a pair of guards decked in full armour with a very intricate design. Their expression was hidden by helmets and their centauroid lower half revealed they were part of the Blessed.
With what appeared was an invisible signal, the gates slowly opened inwards on command. The light coming from the Great Hall bathed the hallway, and some people peered through the masses standing there in the futile attempt to get a first look inside. The guards prevented the tides of people from advancing by crossing their spears in front of them.
When the doors finally stopped moving, the guards stood aside and made a gesture of permission. The envoys and visitors of the Great Kingdoms resumed their advance, and finally crossed the gates to enter the throne room.
XXX
Orion watched as the waves of foreigners slowly filled the Great Hall and marvelled at the different cultures that currently stood before his eyes.
The throne room was big enough to accommodate them and rows of banks had been brought inside so they could sit during the coronation. He could recognize people from Caminus, Prion, Velocitron and more. Their clothes were distinct from one another and the facial features they possessed were all slightly distinct. His heart swelled with pride at the magnificence of such reunion of people from all over Cybertron.
He was currently standing on the left wall in relation to the throne itself. Beside him were Jazz and Ironhide. The current Prime sitting in the throne was a centauroid man called Sentinel Prime. He was dressed in a royal outfit made from a red jacket decorated with medals, a white shirt, cotton trousers, black shoes and a satin scarf. The man was old, with a short white beard and his hair combed backwards. From his hips hung a ceremonial sword and he had a fatherly smile plastered on his face.
When all the people finally sat and stopped talking, Sentinel got up from his seat and began making his speech.
"Welcome, all to Iacon!" The Prime began "I thank you all for coming here, in this momentous occasion! It's been more than fifty years since I became the ruler of this glorious Kingdom and of our wonderful planet! There is none prouder of what we have accomplished here more than I, yet the credit for such a marvel is entirely on you! The Great Kingdoms have prospered thanks to the wise decisions of their rulers, and for that we have invited you to witness this ceremony!".
At the kind words of Sentinel, the visitors cheered. The Prime rose his hand and silence reigned once more.
"Eons ago, the Thirteen Primes graced our world with their presence! Sent by Primus Himself, they founded the Great Kingdoms and gave the people something to unite for! But their days here would not be eternal! And so, they decided to select ONE of all their subjects to carry the burden of leadership! And then, when he would be old, a new Prime come next!".
Orion listened the story with emotion swelling in his heart. No matter how many times he heard it, the legacy of the Primes always made him smile.
The Prime stole a glance to the side, and as if on cue, a man made himself known carrying a small chest towards the ruler with the delicacy of a matron with a new-born baby. The man gave the box to Sentinel and quickly retired to his previous position.
The box was of intricate design. Metallic in nature, there were symbols engraved on its surface and a lock keeping their contents safeguarded. Orion recognized what it was immediately. Sentinel brought a hand to his neck and fetched a small key that hung from his neck. With the object, he opened the lock and turned his gaze to look at the people assembled there.
"But how could such a person decide who was best for Cybertron? Who was he to say who deserved the position best? The Thirteen left him this!".
Letting one of his servants grab the box, Sentinel unveiled what had been hidden inside.
It could best be described as an alien artifact. A piece of incomprehensible magic made from a substance not of this world. It consisted of a golden sphere the size of a man's head with two handles, one on each side, that allowed a person to hold it easily in their hands. The sphere was also a container, for inside it was a gem of mindboggling beauty that reflected ethereal light in all directions. Symbols in a language not seen on Cybertron decorated the artifact's surface and a low humming noise could be heard coming from it.
"The Matrix of Leadership!" Sentinel grabbed the handles and raised the object high in front of him. The sound of awed gasps echoed through the throne room.
Orion Pax watched as the people in the Great Hall tried to get closer and some cried at the beauty of the Matrix. He felt a pull towards the sacred artifact, like it was calling to him. Resisting the impulse, the tauric guard stood firm without moving.
"Only the Matrix could choose the Prime! Only a fragment of Primus Himself would be able to deem someone worthy!".
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
The Guardians of Prime hit with the lower side of their polearms the marbled floor in a gesture of theatrical respect, practiced for many years. Orion felt himself be swept away by the merriment and tried to resist imitating them.
Once they stopped, Sentinel resumed his speech.
"And so, like I before, a new Prime must take the position! Their previous identity will be swept away and only the Prime will remain!".
Orion and the people witnessing the ceremony watched as a centauroid Blessed marched forwards towards Sentinel. He was dressed in ceremonial clothes and had
"Who are you that come before the Matrix of Leadership? What it your name?"
With practiced ease, the man knelled before his king and presented himself.
"I am Zeta Boreal! I come before you with the intention of being selected as the next Prime!".
Nodding at his words, Sentinel smiled.
"Zeta Boreal! You have fought with honour and served Iacon with pride! The Matrix will know if you are worthy! Let its light purify you so that one such as you can be reborn!".
Sentinel pulled from the handles and Orion watched as the arcane relic slowly opened. The ethereal light became more intense and he felt the hairs in his neck stand from the static electricity irradiating from the object. The metallic shell unlocked and the moment of truth arrived.
But before nobody could do anything, a shape plummeted from the ceiling at great speed, faster than sound.
Gasp of surprise filled the chamber and time slowed down to a crawl. Orion watched all this unfold in slow motion. He took notice of what had appeared unexpectedly and deduced it was a person. For the clothes they wore, it was one of the Cursed. Their features remained hidden for a moment, before a glint of sharpened metal launched itself forwards from inside the hood. The sound of pierced flesh and torn fabric reached his ears in that moment.
And then, time resumed moving normally.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggh!" Sentinel's scream of pain snapped everybody from their frozen state and gasps of surprise echoed in the room.
"My Liege!" "Lord Sentinel!" "Prime!".
The image before them was one that shocked everyone to the core. There, stood Sentinel Prime with a clawed hand piercing his chest. The lethal strike had been possible due to the metallic aspect of the limb. A stain of dark blood began forming on his clothes and the Prime's eyes were glazed over from the pain.
Orion and the other guards had failed.
And then the screams of horror drowned all his thoughts.
XXX
It was a nightmare. There was no way what was happening could be real. Wingblade blinked a couple of times to try and erase the scenery before her. Alexis stood beside her with her hands covering her gaping mouth opened in a silent scream, and eyes widened like saucers.
She watched chaos unfold as the impossibility before them was processed in the brains of all gathered in the Throne Room. The winged woman had her eyes fixed on the two protagonists of the chaos.
Sentinel Prime stood on wobbly legs, as the hooded person behind him remained with his arm shoved deep inside his chest and blood dripped from his sharpened claw.
The Guardians of Prime finally reacted. With righteous fury, they surrounded the intruder but abstained from attacking due to the hostage beside them.
"Eh..." The stranger finally decided to speak and made a small noise with their throat. It was then that they burst into chocking laughter "Eheh..Ehehe...Hahahahahahahahahaha!".
Not understanding why, the hooded figure was in such good humour when they were surrounded, Wingblade couldn't comprehend why somebody would attack the Prime in such a momentous occasion.
But she would not have time to be able to contemplate the situation.
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Suddenly, the sound of an explosion echoed in the distance outside the Throne Room. The guards turned around to see what all the commotion was about when the doors burst open with violent force and thundering noise.
From the other side of the gates, an army marched forth. Hordes of men and women interrupted the standstill in the Great Hall. From the hallway, some of the guests noticed the bodies of the guards lying in puddles of blood, and such a horrific scene made more than one puke in disgust.
Wingblade noticed that all of them were Blessed. But there was something wrong with them, for their arms and legs possessed metallic claws not unlike those of the intruder. Other thing she noticed was that their teeth were sharp like a tiger's fangs.
At the front of them was one that towered over many of the guards in the chamber. He walked on four legs and had his muscular body covered in scars. His eyes were a deep red the colour of spilled blood. In his hands, he wielded a maze of absurd size ending on a ball covered in spikes. His clawed feet scratched the marbled surface of the floor and made indentations on the tiles. The monstrous centaur wore a dented armour that looked like it had seen battle for more than five centuries. Advancing towards the throne without pause, his face was frozen in a permanent scowl of hate.
At that moment, the hooded person decided to stop hiding his identity and tossed aside the ragged clothes that he had worn. Wingblade noticed that they were a he. And not only that, the man was also a Blessed. He had short black hair, wings and fangs like all the others. His eyes were red like rubies and possessed an aquiline nose.
With a quick motion, the attacker retired his arm from Sentinel's body and let the Prime collapse on the floor. The Matrix surprisingly remained firmly grasped in the injured man's hands on his way down. With a dramatic gesture, the winged man extended a hand forward and indicated with it the enormous Blessed wielding a morning-star.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Allow me to introduce you to your new king! Lord Megatron!".