The AllSpark's Chosen

Chapter 29: Worlds Collide

The eerie quiet that settled over the **industrial zone** was a stark contrast to the chaos that had erupted only moments before. Now, with **Barricade** defeated and the Decepticons temporarily at bay, there was a strange calm. The tension, however, remained palpable, especially for **Sam**, **Mikaela**, and **Saber**, who stood before the towering forms of the **Autobots**, still trying to wrap their heads around the enormity of what had just happened.

**Optimus Prime** shifted slightly, his towering figure casting long shadows in the dim light of the industrial zone. "We must move quickly," he said, his voice calm but filled with purpose. "The Decepticons will not stop until they find the **AllSpark**."

Saber exchanged a glance with Sam and Mikaela, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. **Tempest** stood nearby, his green optics glowing softly as he surveyed the area, always on guard. **Patch**, in his medical form, moved quietly beside him, scanning Bumblebee for any lingering damage.

Sam, still pale and shaken, rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, I'm still trying to understand all of this," he said, gesturing to the Autobots. "There's a giant cube that's supposed to give all these robots power, and if the bad ones get it, we're screwed?"

Optimus Prime nodded solemnly. "The **AllSpark** is a source of immense power. It has the ability to create life and to destroy it. In the wrong hands, it could bring about the end of your world—and ours."

Mikaela crossed her arms, her brow furrowed in thought. "So, where is it? How do we stop them from finding it?"

Optimus glanced at **Bumblebee**, who beeped and whirred in response, pulling up a holographic projection of **Sam's great-grandfather's glasses**. The projection showed the imprint of coordinates burned into the lenses.

"The glasses hold the key," Optimus explained. "Your ancestor, Captain Witwicky, found Megatron and inadvertently imprinted the location of the AllSpark onto the lenses. We must find the glasses to locate the AllSpark before the Decepticons do."

Sam's mouth dropped open. "Wait... the eBay glasses? The ones I sold?"

"Yes," Optimus confirmed. "They are crucial to our mission."

Saber watched the exchange, his mind spinning with questions. The **AllSpark**—a source of life that could create or destroy. It sounded... almost magical, like something out of the ancient texts he had studied. But this wasn't magic. This was alien technology, a force from another world. Yet somehow, it felt connected to everything he had experienced with his own magic.

As the conversation continued, Saber's gaze wandered to **Tempest** and **Patch**, standing side by side with the other Autobots. They seemed to fit so seamlessly into this strange new world, even though they had been created by magic, not technology. How had his magic brought them to life in such a way that they resembled these beings from another world?

Optimus Prime turned toward Saber, his optics flickering with curiosity. "You mentioned earlier that you created Tempest and Patch through magic. Can your abilities aid us in locating the AllSpark?"

Saber hesitated. "I... don't know," he admitted. "Magic and technology don't usually work together like this. But maybe... if I could understand more about how the AllSpark works, I could find a way to help."

Optimus nodded thoughtfully. "Your magic is powerful, and though it is unfamiliar to us, it may be our best hope in this fight. If you are willing, we could combine our efforts."

Saber looked up at the massive Autobot leader, his mind racing with possibilities. He had never imagined a situation like this—where his magical abilities could potentially be the key to saving not just the wizarding world, but the entire planet. But he knew he couldn't do it alone.

He glanced at **Tempest**, who stood silent but alert, always ready to follow his creator's commands. **Patch** was already tending to Bumblebee, his tools scanning and healing the minor damages from the earlier battle.

Saber finally nodded. "I'll do whatever I can to help. But we need to act fast. The Decepticons aren't going to stop, and neither will Dumbledore."

At the mention of **Dumbledore**, **Sam** frowned. "Wait—so not only do we have to worry about alien robots, but you've also got some evil wizard guy after you?"

Saber's expression hardened. "Dumbledore is far worse than you know. He's been manipulating the wizarding world for years, playing us all against each other for his own gain. Now that I've escaped his control, he'll be looking for me. But we have bigger problems right now."

Mikaela shook her head, still trying to process everything. "This just keeps getting crazier."

Optimus Prime, ever the leader, brought the conversation back to focus. "We must retrieve the glasses and find the AllSpark. But first, we need to move. The Decepticons will not wait."

As if on cue, a distant rumble echoed through the city streets, the sound of approaching engines growing louder by the second. Sam's eyes widened in panic. "What is that?"

Optimus's optics flickered with urgency. "Decepticons. They've found us."

Without missing a beat, Optimus transformed back into his truck form, the other Autobots quickly following suit. **Tempest** and **Patch** both shifted into their vehicle forms, ready to move.

"Get in!" Bumblebee's door swung open, allowing Sam and Mikaela to scramble inside.

Saber quickly jumped into **Tempest**, his heart pounding. "We've got to get out of here."

The group roared off, speeding through the city streets with the sound of **Decepticon engines** closing in behind them. The chase was on once again.