Chapter 3 Visions
Yay! The fair ended on a successful note and I am free once more! I will be uploading one chapter every Monday. Alternating between my stories. This week it's Without You's turn ! So please enjoy and let me know what you think, please!
Today was a special day. Iacon had finally been reestablished and Megatron now had the honor of touring the finest city in the upper hemisphere. Kaon was the new capital of Cybertron and had been built up to a glory it had never known. But even now as Megatron toured the new glimmering city surrounded by his royal guard,equally as stunned as him, Megatron realized that Kaon was never meant to outshine Iacon. Building Kaon had had its challenges. As the ground remained rich in ore and mining was still a necessity. But they had managed to build a thriving city, with beautiful arching buildings, and glimmering streets.
Whilst Kaon was built in silver and was truly a sight to behold at night in the light of Cybertron's two moons, Iacon was built in gold. Stunning to see in the light of their sun. Visions to behold. Like two halves of a whole, mused Megatron. He watched with slight unease as sparklings ran past the guard to watch the candymaker mold Energon into sweets. An art, the Autobot refugees had learned in Velocitron, where mechs obsessed with racing had craved for something to eat while watching the race. Who now, thought Megatron, where becoming a major trading headache. They were now connected to Cybertron's web of space bridges and as a planet that had been cut off from Cybertron, had been lacking many commodities. Megatron shook his head, he wanted to enjoy Iacon.
"And this my leige," thrilled the femme who had been leading the tour, "Is the center of Iacon, restored to it's orginal glory!"
Megatron could have snapped her in half. It had indeed been restored to its original layout. Megatron could swear the war had never occurred just looking at it. There stood the proud government buildings, the library, and the Hall of Records. It's towers sprilling up to the heavens. Monuments to their former greatness. Bitterness filled Megatron as he remembered how he had never been welcomed to the original buildings, how he had been mocked by the council,and how he had walked away defeated and betrayed.
"Why were the governing buildings rebuilt?" Megatron asked the femme, his voice still coming out steely and icey even as he attempted to keep it even. The purple and golden framed femme seem to wither slightly under his gaze. " Does Iacon pretend to govern itself? Does it dare to challenge my rule? Iacon surely can rise above the fires of my fury again, if I so wish." The femme paled under the threat. She was too young to remember the war, but she had seen the terrors that wake her parents at night and how they marbled at the city center as if they were afraid to blink, as if it would all disappear if they took their optics off the buildings.
"My lei-leige. " She cleared her throat and took a breath. " The buildings have been repurposed as museums and immigration centers for new arrivals."
"I see." Megatron took his gaze off her and looked up at the library. The femme felt her frame painfully relax her spark pulsing quickly in her chest. "Are the buildings occupied?" Megatron asked.
"No," the femme answered. " They are not to be opened to the general public until tomorrow."
"I wish to tour the halls," Megatron announced. "Alone." He added as the femme has begun to walk towards the Iaconian Halls of Records.
"You may continue your original tour. Soundwave, the royal advisor, will brief me later. I require no guards. If any mech tries me today, they will wish to have terminated yesterday." Megatron promised.
Megatron walked up the stairs of the lonely hall and pushed the heavy jeweled door open. The Jewels had been brought in from Earth. A deviance from the original. The original had been adorned with glass jewels. These were genuine sapphires and rubies. No one would steal them. The penalty for stealing public property was death at the hands of Megatron. So far no one had tried it.
The halls echoed Megatron's steps and he made his way through a very familiar path. The one that had lead to the archives. The shelves only partly filled with datapads. Megatron wondered how much knowledge had been lost in the war. How long it would take for the citizens to write new data pads and proliferate.
"Alpha Trion, my mentor, says that the answers to the universe are held in the many data pads of Iacon." Orion said with barely contained excitement. "I wish I had enough eons to read them all! But there is always new data being created. New ideas to harvest!"
"How luxurious of you." Megatron drawled. " While there are cybertronians dying and looking for their next meal, you are looking for information. For fun!"
Orion Pax came to a stop. He looked up at Megatron and Megatron could see he had hurt his archivist's feelings. Those wide cerulean optics rarely hid anything. Hence, Orion was a bad liar.
" I'm sorry. I didn't think, I-"
"No, Orion." Megatron sighed. "I'm sorry. You couldn't help being sparked into the caste that you were. You can't help loving what you do. Afterall," Megatron grinned. "I can't say I hate being in the arena."
Orion had brightened at that and with fresh excitement in his optics he lead Megatron to the census data pads. and Primus damn it if census records were really as exciting as Orion's optics shone.
"Hmmm," Megatron, held on to that old feeling one last moment before letting the memory fade back into the past. A different lifetime. Megatron pushed open a glass door and found himself in the muesum the femme had spoken about. The room had been built the same as it had stood lifetimes ago, and the museum looked out of place. Megatron silently walked through the many galleries. He stopped in front of the exhibit dedicated to the creation myths and Primes.
He chuckled one dry laugh as at the bottom of the list dedicated to the names of the Primes, he spotted in gold writing his old nemises's name.
"Optimus Prime." He let the name hang in the air. It had been eons since he had spoken the name out loud. There had been a time, when the myths stopped being myths to him. When Megatron realized that Primus did exist. That there really had been original Primes. How couldn't he? How couldn't he when looked fought with Optimus and found him to be a perfect match? When he met Unicron and felt the dark, seductive power rush through his lines? How couldn't he when he felt the purity radiating from the Matrix and realized he wouldn't be strong enough to hold that power.
How couldn't he when he turned around and found himself gazing into the amused, gentle, cerulean optics of Optimus Prime. Who stood there as unscathed and smiling as if the war had never happened. As if he had never died. As if Megatron hadn't watched the light leave those cursed optics.