Chapter 1: Peace

Primus smiled as he felt his original creations' spark fill with immense happiness. His original creation danced and spun holding hands with another one of his creations. Primus thought back to the days when he had to fight off his brother Unicorn. He could not do it himself as he was equal in power to his destructive brother. Although they were not the only gods in the universe, it was a common rule among gods not to interfere with each other's business. Therefore, no god stood up to Unicorn as he went about destroying worlds, creations of other gods.

Primus could not stand to see the waste, the destruction, and the pain of the other gods that threaten to fill the universe with sorrow and darkness. It was not right, it was not fair, and he could not stand by and watch. So began the war against two brothers, and the creation of his warriors. All thirteen of them were created in their image, for what other image could work better? All thirteen were gifted by Primus a unique gift. All thirteen of them beat Unicron and peace was restored. Primus found that he loved them, and could bring himself to end them even as their purpose was fulfilled. Primus found that his spark was full of fatherly love, one that Primus had only heard off before his Primes. What better home, what better provider than I? Primus thought and out of that immense love, he locked himself away into Cybertron to give both home and patrimony to his new creations.

And so it was that Primus created more Transformers. To give company, to flourish, and to give new purpose to his Original creations who distinguished themselves as Primes and took on the role of building, protecting, and guiding a new world. Soon it was that one of the newer Transformers caught the eye of Prima. A pretty little femme who loved to learn and share her knowledge. It was her intelligence that caught his spark and Primus gave all his creations a new gift. The gift of bonding. Now his creations could bond their sparks to their chosen loved ones and feel what they feel. Share memories and thoughts. Be close to each other without having to be physically together.

And so it was that Prima and his Nova danced drunk on love and their sparks hummed a happy ode of love. And it was then that Primus wondered what it would be if the hum of their sparks combined? What new happy spark would be created? And so Primus gave his creations a second gift. The gift of creation of life. It was so that Prima and Nova's happy sparks created a new spark , a sparkling, one that they named Alpha Trion. And so the second generation of Primes began and Primus delighted in his new grandson. They were all his children in his mind and now he had all these new grandchildren, but Alpha was directly from his original creations and that held a special place in Primus's spark.

When Alpha Trion grew up, raised to be humble, noble, and respectful, Primus gave his grandson a gift. The Convent of Primes. Alpha Trion had inherited the love of knowledge from Nova and Primus wanted to nourish this love further. And so it was that together with his Aunts and Uncles, Alpha Trion began to take more interest in the creation of the new world, and Iacon's Library and Record Archives was born. With Alpha Trion at its head, the convent as his guide. Soon his Transformers began to spread out and energy was in high demand. The Primes decided to harvest suns to ease the strain on Primus and Solus Prime built sun harvesters on planets that had no inhabitants.

It was the promise they had made. No planet with life would be destroyed with the destruction of their sun. Life was sacred and precious and loved by their creator. The Transformer race flourished and Primus spark was content. Then Solus Prime fell in love. A young mech that would come into her shop always looking for tools that would make the hard labor his fellow transformers in Kaon easier. Always worrying about them, always looking out for them. And so it was with joyus news that she went to Prima's dwellings to tell her happy news.

"Prima?" She called out as she ducked into her brother's home. Alpha Trion was waiting for her. The Convent had told him to expect a joyous surprise. Even now as Alpha Trion glanced down the convent read; " A joyous occasion to be announced- so it was! Primus granted!" as the event came to pass.

"Prima isn't home today, he is sun harvesting."

"Oh" Solus frowned and then smiled as she hugged her nephew close to her frame. " Then I guess you will be the first to know. I'm sparked!" she gloated. Alpha Trion smiled it was a joyous occasion indeed! A cousin!

" Congratulations to you! Primus has smiled favorably upon you!" Alpha Trion said warmly, saying the traditional congratulation. The same one his parent's had received when he was sparked. And so the small family sat for hours talking. Enjoying each other's company until Solus said her goodbyes and Alpha Trion was alone again.

He sighed and looked at his Convent wondering how his cousin would make their family closer and bigger. Help the Primes getting closer to the citizens they now ruled over. Suddenly Alpha Trion's mind was filled with visions. Visions that were not his. He saw the little mech and the goodness and pureness in the sparklings optics and spark. He felt the love and loyalty and happiness his creation would bring. And something wonderful flooded Alpha Trion as the Primus gifted vision ended. Peace. This child would bring peace. And Alpha Trion did not stop to think why would they need peace as he stared out of Iacon's tallest tower, out to the sea of lights that was his golden city and his spark glowed happily.

As Alpha Trion basked in the peace he felt; unaware of the Convent, a new prophecy appeared. "Let there be Pax- so it was! Primus granted!"