So, my first story I wrote was a bit, let me say bad. But I think it had potential, so I decided to do a rewrite. I can't make any promisses, so don't expect to much of it. So, without further delay, here's the rewrite i'm not good in introduction, just gave myself the wrost critic ever) Birth of a Leader – rewrite Season 1: Beginning of a new age Chapter one: The empire’s hope In the first days of a new cybertronian year, a prophesie was made. Not only the higher goods had interfeared with the real life, but the hands of an Autobot priest were colored black from energon. Priest Diogultha, protector of the holy scrolls, keeper of the secret, became torn apart between two legions. The faith of the transformers wasn’t his only concern, but the excistence of life, the universe and eventually, peace was resting on his shoulders. ‘As I clean my sword in the energon that ran trough your circuits my brother, you bestowed the wisdom of the future on me’, the body of Ultimus Prime shook one last time as Diogultha extracted his sword out of the spark of his former king. The first and only king of Cybertron.The priest turned round and walked over to the giant window inside the royal chamber. His orders were to kill Ultimus, not for treatchery, but for peace. It was Ultimus himself that had ordered him to do it. The light of Cybertron’s moon shined upon Diogultha’s face. His optics narrowed, the blue light was nothing compared to the hatred he felt for his actions. ‘I’m sorry it had to be this way my king. But the stars don’t lie.’ As he cleaned his sword with the curtains, he felt the power of the upcoming prophesie running trough his circuits. The royal sacrifice was been approved. Their god Primus would grant him a look in the future. Diogultha’s optic computer shut down and the holy power gave him an image of pain, the lose of a father. The battle he saw, was burned on his optics. A firm Autobot, capable of leadership was bending over another body, the body of his father. With rage in his eyes, the robot would not succeed. So it was the prophesie told him to watch out for this son. ‘The day this youngster will be born, the stars will shine red and blue. His actions will determine the entire future of our race. His enemy will make him suffer as he feels the anger of pain. Find the missing key, and save it from the buriel grounds.’ Diogultha’s energy was drained together with the power of futuresight. His legs couldn’t cary the weight any more, they bend. His massive body fell down to the ground. The emergency program diddn’t start. His prophesie was only heared by the walls. But only the two fading sparks new that that night, the walls had ears. *** The room of birth wasn’t really a chamber were crying babies laid down in little beds. But this was the place were new born sparks were granted a body. Five monitors lit the room, creating a shadow behind the controller of the computer. It had been for years now that a new twin spark was born. But they were seperated, a father had claimed a spark, saying he didn’t want the other one. So the unfortionate lonely spark was granted to the army. The sergeant who would take care of it stood next to the “bodymaster”. ‘So, is his future already decided, soldier?’ ‘No, he doesn’t need to be a fighter, it will be his choice.’ Ex-haust replied to the other bot in the room. ‘So, no fighter…’ he punched some buttons and the body on the screen altered. ‘Than I should choose this prototype model. It has a low-class armor, but speed and strength are normal. He can always change his power if he wants to.’ Silverbot explained. ‘That would be fine, thanks I ow you one.’ Ex-haust placed his hand on Silverbot’s shoulder, after a few clics he walked over to the modification machine. ‘Within a few moments the spark will be merged into the body, you’ll only have to give him a name.’ The Autobot sergeant thought deeply as he placed a finger on his chin. His old red eyes closed and searched his data banks for any usefull names. None came up. Silently Silverbot came closer, his greyish color reflected a part of the light. His yellow optics were eager to see his creation. ‘Did you see the stars tonight?’ Silverbot joyfully jumped up and down on his toes, holding his hands behind his back. The jet engins weren’t a big problem. His friend looked down on him and Silverbolt could tell he didn’t understand the question. ‘Maybe Optimus. That would do well, it isn’t a common name here on Cybertron, not in Iacon for I’m certain.’ He transformed into his jet mode and flew off. The energon trail in the air slowely vanished as the engine’s lights disappeared in the dark. Ex-haust liked the name, made him think about the legend of Primus. “Once, Primus thought he needed a fourtheenth son, so he called him Optimus Prime, he should be a great leader.” Well, that was the part of the Legend he still knew. ‘Optimus… Yes, that should do it.’ The merging of the spark was done and the machine stopped working. A blue light came out of the dark tunnel. The table started to move and a body left the tunnel. As the optics of the new born transformer left the tunnel they shone brave and full of life. Only one word lay on its lipes: ‘Optimus’.