The Thirteenth stood at the well of sparks each of the other primes already having given a piece of themselves to the well but yet it still sat silent.
Prima: I don’t understand it should be igniting by now.
Their leader stood pacing his hands on hip
Megatronus: maybe it’s busted?
Megatronus meanwhile was sitting next to Solus his tired eyes simply staring off into the distance
The Thirteenth stared at his friends, his family, how much they had put into cybertron and yet this was blocking them. Alpha Trion and Alchemist seemed to catch his glance their eyes tightening.
Alpha Trion: Optimus what are you planning?
There was a tremor in his voice his eyes widening as if realizing what Optimus was planning. He was the one who had connected the most with Optimus since their first days with Primus.
All of the primes turned to stare at Optimus, he was the only one still standing on the edge of the well.
Optimus wasn’t like the other primes, he wasn’t a warrior like Megatronus, he wasn’t bright like Quintus, he wasn’t special like Nexus or Amalgamous, and he wasn’t even stronger technically than Micronus. He was just the mediator, but for the first time he felt like he could do more.
Optimus smiled as his friends one last time.
Optimus: What I must
The primes immediately began to race towards him each prime calling out to him telling him not to do it but he was quicker, he saw them arrive at the ledge their hands desperately reaching for him.
He felt the wind rushing past him as he closed his eyes. He felt his body disintegrate and for the few seconds he was still alive saw a beam of energy surround him and shoot into the sky.
The primes cried out as they were sent flying backwards their bodies scraping against the metallic planet, tears welling up in their eyes. As they sat stunned at the one person gluing the group together do the unthinkable.