The Mazeunner here! just here to throw out an idea see if it takes. this takes place in medieval Cybertron and no one has yet been given the ability to transform. Enjoy! (offscreen) "SkyBomb! Let go! thats not yours! Stop that! Owww!" Book one: Thirteen Chapter one : Primus Rising Part one : the Start of Journeys Before time I am Primus. in my beginnings i lived in the other dimision known as the Source. In the Source, we, the Beings, lived only for power and death. Until Seven of us decided that the killing, the slaughter, wasn't worth it. We slipped through the Gate to the Void. we were limited physically so we created the Universe. we created worlds to sustain life. until my Split Brother, Unicron, revealed his plans. he reintroduced Death to our perfect worlds. he couldn't fight us himself so he sent the Destroyers, to my world, to my Species! everything i had built was almost destroyed but for one successful blow banished, but now i fear that will not be enough. now need not banishment but death. Nexus Prime looked down the battlefield. Things did not look good for the Thirteen. Monstructor was winning. the small town of Rydion was alomst wiped out. the suviviors were barely escaping, with Leige Maximo, Yoketron and Megatronus barely holding off the Horde. Solus Magnus transformed right next to him "Prime! we need instructions" she commanded of her prime. he looked at his men. Alpha Trion was getting used to a sword, a supernatural one too, but this wasn't practice time. Alchemist and Infintis were actually doing some slight damge to Monsturctor's humongous right leg. Vector Sigma had disappeared under a pile of horders, but with the ability to teleport, Nexus couldn't tell. Defensor and Superion were dive bombing Monstructors head by flinging Apex at it. Amalgamous was not even on the battlefield probaby inside the beast. Nexus looked down at his chest, which was holding the newly formed Matrix and asked Primus what do i do?" a week earlier a figure looked over the dried embankment. it was filled with bodies. the slaughter must have been swift. then something stirred. one of the dead wasn't quite so dead. the traveller ran to the wounded bot. the bot was a blue with red slims and also a warrior judjing from the size of the ax he was lying next. the figure knelt down and helped the warrior upped to his knees and leaned him back. he pulled out a caneen and helped the warrior to drink it. 'there you go.' he said 'drink up. Energon straight from the Dagger's Gulf' the warrior slightly opened his optics to the sun and a bulky light greyish bot. 'what happened?' the warrior rasped the traveller looked around and at the the dead. ' looks like Southern Junkion raiding party' he set the warrior down and and started to bandage the wounds on the warrior. 'what is your name anyhow' 'Nov...Novas...Gar' the warrior coughed. 'i am Bunker, from Ultrax' the traveller responded. 'i travell between the countries in the Badlands to do trading' Novas Gar tried to rise to his full height before Bunker's kind hands and the extent of his own injuries stopped him. 'not now' Bunker said admiss wrapping other wounds. 'who were all these people' Novas Gar just looks up 'this is what left of Theta and Cinder' Bunker was taken back ' Whats left? what happened to countries of the Thetacons and Sparkobots.' 'Pirannasol happened' came from Novas Gar. he now successfully stood up fully bandaged and an ax slung over his shoulder 'the Pirananons wanted to expand so they chose Theta and Cinder. The Thetacons gave some resistance but the Sparkabots didn’t stand a chance.” Bunker packed his supplies and followed Novas Gar 'where were you taking them' 'Protecton' there was no remorse in Novas Gar's voice “Well I got two rides. You can use one. I’ll take you to Protecton.” said bunker, who whistles and two horse-like Domestitrons, nicknamed rides, came charging over the enbankment. the two mount up, Bunker leading the way north.' your accents a bit off I don’t think you are Thetacon or Sparkobot. Where are you from exactly?' 'Torus' said Novas Gar Bunker just laughed 'this whole land is called Torus. where were your parents from? 'the old state of Torus' Bunker suddennly stopped his ride. 'what. there are no surviviors of the Torus State.' he kicked his ride to catch up with the warrior 'you can't be Torun, only the Elder's Elders would have been Torun.' Novas Gar sends him one look 'if you do not believe that I am Torun then you will believe nothing i will say' Bunker just ponders this 'ok say that you are a son of Torus. Wasn’t that …”' Novas-Gar interrupts '… devastated by the five Destroyers. Yes, I was only a Hatchling then.' Bunker luaghs 'I heard rumors that one of the Destroyers has reappeared near Maladron and he has mutants inside him. muntants called the Horde. Mutants that devastate whatever is living' Novas-Gar looks angry 'Monstructor.'