Dusk and Dawn book 2

Cybertron

Dusk awoke to the sound of voices. Drifting in and out of consciousness, the voices steadly became louder.

"-- why does she not awake? Is she--"

"Easy, sister Solus, she will awake when she is ready. Patience."

"Brother Prima, should Quintus take a look at--"

"Patience."

Dusk slowly onlined her optics, and gasped at what she saw before her. She bolted upright, but gentle servos calmed her down; they stroked her helm as if it was an egg, ready to crack at the slightest touch.

"Easy my sister. You are safe. You are Home."

The Prime looked around with big confused optics; they eventually settled on the metallic land she rested on.

"Cybertron!" She gasped.

"Yes, Cybertron. You are Home, my little sister." A mechs voice answered.

Dusk looked up to see a very, very ancient cybertronian; his optics glowed a beautiful blue. Looking around once more, she discovered thirteen pairs of eyes staring at her. The Prime blushed heavily.

"Why... why am I here?" She finally asked.

A femme, the only femme in the group, answered "My dear Dusk, we do not know, but we do know something. We know your spark is full of Woe, so..."

"Father!" Screeched the little one, as a very familiar Autobot stepped forward.

Dusk swiftly catapulted herself into the servos of her father, Optimus Prime. The normally stiff Prime gave a rare smile, no, it was more then that. He was grinning. Optimus Prime was grinning!

"Oh, my baby girl. My little Angel. My little... Prime."

For once, Dusk was happy; for once, both of them were happy.

"What a joyous sight. It warms my spark to see such happiness."

"Indeed brother Onyx."

"Optimus, we do not have time. Please, tell her what she needs to know."

Optimus nodded "Yes, I know Nexus."

The old prime looked toward his duaghter; her optics shown more brightly than the stars.

"My little darling, something will happen. Something soon, something that can not be avoided. It is up to you to stop that potential disaster."

"Father I don't understand I--"

"Dad!"
...

The Prime awoke to the sound of footsteps outside her room; as soon as she onlined her optics, a flood of tears flew down her faceplate. Was it a dream? Did she die? Dusk didn't know. Deciding her Autobots probably needed her, she fought back the tears and walked out. What did he mean?