May 26, 2019
“No one’s ever built me a shrine before…”
She was one of the Forgotten Ones. The Golden Age was so long ago and the Civil War stretched on for so long; most of her children had neglected her. She couldn’t be angry at them however. Most of Cybertron’s Pantheon where lost to the newest generations. Only Primus and Unicron remand within the minds of their creations. The Beginning and the End. Two facts that Cybertronians could not forget now.
Though today, something pulled her to the planet’s surface. A mechling; blue and silver in color, managed somehow to summon her presence. She stayed incorporeal to spy on this strange sparkling. He was not one of her’s, but yet, he carried a spark of a Prime. Who was he?