Transformers Prime: I am Allspark

They had been in the dimension of the Allspark for a few minutes, a vision they would only have when their sparks were extinguished and their bodies approached death.

Orion walked over to Elita, who was sitting on the edge of the mountain, admiring the northern lights in the distance, which showed hundreds of unknown figures in a few seconds, only to be replaced by others.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Elita blurted out, still trying to comprehend such beauty, something not even Cybertron could replicate.

"Yes, unlike anything I could have imagined." Orion agreed, feeling a sense of peace, even more so knowing that every Cybertronian was destined to rest in this mystical place.

"To be honest, I could stay here forever looking at this view." Elita looked at Orion, thinking that this view would be even better with him by her side. "Tell me, what is Alpha Trion doing?"

"I don't know, he is completely still, as if his soul is wandering somewhere else." Orion looked at his teacher, not knowing what he was doing in his meditation. "This is the mystical field, we are both unable to understand its true extent."

Elita tapped the stone a few times so that Orion would sit next to her, which he understood and did. They both stood side by side, their bodies inches away from touching. She laid her head on Orion's shoulder and closed her eyes to remember the pleasant and indescribable feeling of peace she felt in her Spark.

The two of them stayed together for a long time, the silence was very comforting as they only needed each other's presence. But as much as Elita felt a lot of inner peace, a part of her was still confused about Orion's teacher and she couldn't help but ask.

"Orion, if Alpha is a true Prime, why hasn't he intervened to stop the corruption in the government? He is a Prime, a god in our world, why can't he use his status to stop the problems in our race?"

Orion was not surprised by this question, for before he and Alpha Trion spoke to her to reveal the truth, he had asked this question, and the answer was simpler than it seemed. "Alpha Trion gave us Cybertronians the choice to shape our own destiny."

"Shape our destiny?"

"Yes, he says that the Primes have failed Cybertron and that their reign is over. Therefore, it is time for the Cybertronians to create their own history without the interference of the Primes, and we should learn from the past so that we do not repeat it." Orion explained, understanding even more why Alpha Trion had become a librarian, not only to support the new generation with knowledge, but also to watch from the shadows, perhaps because he felt a responsibility to protect Cybertron as much as possible in his anonymity."He told me that our conflicts, problems and challenges should be overcome by ourselves in order to evolve as a society, but if the security of our race's survival is threatened, the Primes will return."

Elita looked at Alpha Trion, trying to understand this man's enigma. "That means there is still hope for the future."

"Yes, but we must remember that chaos goes hand in hand with order, and right now I feel that Cybertron is ruled by chaos."

"So if darkness is all around us, it means that only we are left to find the light." For some reason, Elita instinctively remembered the Matrix of Leadership, the artifact that gives its user the right to become a Prime, chosen by Primus. For too long, Cybertron has experienced the darkness of malice, corruption and selfishness. She knew instinctively that the only way to save Cybertron was to unite the races as one people, to find a leader capable of embodying hope, someone strong enough to carry the burden without resorting to violence or anger, an example and proof that everyone could be the best versions of themselves.

During Elita and Orion's conversation, neither of them knew that Alpha Trion's soul, his spark, was somewhere else, or rather, on another dimensional plane within the Allspark.

***

Alpha Trion opens his eyes to find himself in a completely different place, flooded with water up to his knees. He looks around, seemingly not surprised by the large amount of water or the fog and rocks scattered around him.

He looks up and sees a large floating structure in the sky that defies the laws of physics, with four gigantic city-sized columns covered in cyberglyphs glowing blue neon around a small blue star that illuminates the entire dimension.

These pillars stood on an elevation of metallic rocks that looked like a small platform that was several hundred meters above the water level. Although it was an imposing sight, the place was incredibly serene, the water waves sounding like a symphony to the ears.

Alpha Trion looked at the small star with nostalgia, for it is a power bridge from this dimension to Cybertron, powering a supercomputer with the knowledge, wisdom and power of the Primes, known as Vector Sigma.

"It's been a long time, old friend." Said a Cybertronian who floated in the air in a lotus position, ignoring gravity, being someone very small, with white armor with slight greenish tones.

Alpha Trion couldn't help but smile subtly as he turned to see Cybertron's first Minicon. "How long has it been, Micronus?"

Micronus Prime grinned from ear to ear and put his hands on his legs. "Welcome home, my friend, to the realm of the Primes."