Epilogue

Earth, Prehistoric time,

That's it! The protoform's mind snapped awake. Though she still couldn't feel, see, or hear, there was a new self awareness. She knew who she was.

I am Isis Khmer! her thoughts were like a bright spark, lighting the darkness of her mind. I remember now! Cybertron and the M.I.U.. Commander Prowl and the mission. The last thing I recall is entering that stasis pod. Is that where I am now? It must be, but something still doesn't feel right. I can't explain it; this spark-chilling fear. Where did it come from?

I should be on the Axalon. Anárion should be here with me, but I don't think he is. I don't think I'm even on the ship. It was never this cold on the Axalon. If only I could move, or at least hear or see something. But I can't.

What in the Inferno is going on?! I don't feel well. I feel different. Something is very wrong! I know it. I know this fear. It's…it's as if he's here!

Then her mind went blank, and everything became dark once again.

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The twisted creature leaned over the council, studding the data. This protoform was incredibly powerful. Her, for it was a female, brain waves were off the charts. With the proper stimulation and training, she could even become a telekinetic. It was a good thing they had gotten to her first. She was truly an amazing specimen. It was too bad he didn't have another one to dissect.

Then he noticed something the edge of the terminal screen. The creature peered closer. Couldn't be, he dismissed the possibility, but took a second look could it? But before he had a chance to examine the anomaly further, a tall figure cast a large shadow over his work area.

"Tarantulas, have you identified a suitable life form?" Megatron inquired.

"Yes," the spider replied with an eerie chuckle, "I have indeed."

"Than begin scanning and replication," ordered the Predacon leader.

The computer buzzed and hummed for a few nanoclicks, and then the scientist made a sound of triumph. "Oh lovely! Scanning, replication, and programming complete. The new Predacon form is everything we could desire. Meet Blackarachnia!"

Finally, the female stepped out of the pod and into the light, or rather…into the darkness.

Author's End Note: Oh wow! I can't believe it's actually finished. This is more than twice the size of my usual fanfics. 43 page! I must confess, when I started writing it, I didn't think I'd finish but here it is. Okay so as I promised there will be a sequel to this story. It'll take place right after The Crossing of the Rubicund (and I do mean immediately after, like next morning.) There is one difference to the Beast wars timeline but I can't give it away just yet.

By this time, you have no doubt figured out that Isis Khmer was Blackarachnia, Anárion was Silverbolt, and the kid she met was Cheetor. There are two other bots but they'll have to wait until next story.

That little story that Anárion about how he got (and later abandoned) the name Silverbolt was there for two reasons: 1) I needed a reason for him to rescue Isis and 2) there had to be a reason why he emerged from that stasis pod and said to himself, "I think my name is Silverbolt."

Also, I would like to comment on the title. I always have trouble with them, so one fine day, I'm baby-sitting these two little kids, Matt and Nicole, when they decide they want to watch Tarzan. No problem, but then I heard the words 'Let Fate Decide' in the lyrics of the song. The title fits so well with the story because it sums up in three words what happened to Isis. She was desperate not to become a Predacon, and when she got away from Shifter it looked like she escaped her fate. But the truth is that, like in Greek tragedies, we can never escape our fate, and neither does she, since she becomes Blackarachnia.

Thank you everyone who reviewed the story. You guys make my day. Well, now you'll just have to wait a little while for the sequel. See ya.