Hello again!
I'm going to try to use folktales from different cultures in each chapter. So far, I used some Greek stories (Aesop, and one misattributed to Aesop), one African story, and three European stories. I'd like to use some Asian folktales at some point, and probably a fair amount of Native American folktales. (This next one is based on an Inuit story).
Ah, it is a fine day. As beautiful as Cybertron will always be to me, I cannot help but love watching seasons change upon organic worlds. Do you not think so? Yes, I see you there. I've been quite aware of your presence for the last ten minutes, little one. Don't be frightened! Come out, I'm not going to hurt you. Were you afraid I would step on you? Dear me! I haven't lived among humans for so long to suddenly become clumsy! Yes I have. I once lived for three years on Earth. Well, if you don't believe me, that's your affair.
So you heard from a sparkling that I told stories, did you? Well, your information is correct. You were wondering if I might tell you one, I take it? Very well, come here, little one. It's alright, I won't drop you! That's better, now I can hear you much more clearly. You'll have to tell me what kind of story you want to hear, my young friend. I have a great many to choose from, after all! A story from my planet? Hmm...Ah, I know one you might like. I learned this story from my sire when I was very young indeed.
How Amalgamous Brought Daylight
Long, long ago, when the Cybertronians were new, there was no sun to give them light. They walked their world in complete darkness, for the Fallen had stolen Cybertron's star. He was selfish, and did not wish to share its heat and light with anyone. Then, one day, the Cybertronians went to the remaining Primes and asked for a way to see what they were doing. It was debated for many days, then Alpha Trion said to his brothers and sister, "Is there no one who can go to the moon and retrieve the sun?"
A shadow suddenly materialized in between them. It was the Trickster, Amalgamous Prime. "Do not fear, my siblings," he boasted, "I shall bring you the sun!" He changed himself into a Seeker, and flew for five days and five nights until he came to the moon where the Fallen lived. The Trickster then changed into a Scraplet, so that he could spy on those who held the sun. He saw a lovely femme, the daughter of the Fallen, gathering precious metals on the banks of a river. Amalgamous changed into a nanobot, and attached himself to her wings.
The femme carried the precious metals, and Amalgamous, to the fortress of the Fallen. Inside, a little sparkling played on the floor next to a box that glowed with a golden life. "Ah-ha!" thought Amalgamous Prime, "There is the sun!" Still in the form of a nanobot, he flew to the sparkling and landed in its audial receptor. The little one rubbed at his face, and started to cry. In an instant, the Fallen stood beside him. "Grandson, why do you cry?" he asked in concern. "You want to play with the sun!" Amalgamous whispered to the sparkling. Thinking that the voice had been his own processor, the little mech repeated the request to the Fallen.
"Very well, but you must be careful not to burn yourself," the mighty mech said, and he tied a cable around the sun so that it would not scorch the sparkling. For a time, the little one amused himself by bouncing the ball of light about the fortress. Then, Amalgamous began to slip inside the sparkling's audial receptor and had to dig his claws in tight. The sparkling began to cry again. "Don't cry," his grandsire soothed, "Tell me, what is the matter?" This time, the Trickster whispered in the child's audial receptor, "You want to take the daylight outside!" Once more, the little one repeated the request to the Fallen, who reluctantly agreed. The sparkling went outside with the ball of light, followed by his worried Carrier.
As soon as he had room, Amalgamous Prime resumed his natural form and snatched the sun from the astonished sparkling. He changed into a Seeker again and shot off into space. With an angry roar, the Fallen chased after him. The Trickster was smaller and faster, but the sun was heavy, and he began to lose ground. When he neared Cybertron, he let go of the sun, and it fell between two other stars, who were happy to share their spot in the universe with it. The Cybertronians rejoiced; they could see each other for the first time! To this day, Cybertronians are very polite to Shifters, for they are descended from Amalgamous Prime.
You think you've heard this story before? Oh, I have no doubt that Earth has many similar tales, but I must ask you: where do the stories come from? You never know, perhaps a Shifter came to your world long before the rest of us did. While the rest of the Primes died at some point or another, no one ever heard what happened to Amalgamous Prime. You know, it wouldn't surprise me at all if he had settled on another world, in another form, enacting his mischief all over again. Hm? Oh, I don't mind. I like telling stories, they make me feel a little younger sometimes. How old am I? Dear one, I think I've forgotten! I suppose I am younger than the Thirteen and older than your grandparents. There, that will have to suffice, I think. Alright then, off you go, school starts soon. You wouldn't want to be late!