The AllSpark's Chosen

Chapter 30: Shielded in Magic

The roar of engines echoed through the quiet suburban streets as **Sam**, **Mikaela**, **Saber**, and the **Autobots** arrived back at Sam's house. Night had fully fallen, and the once-peaceful neighborhood now seemed like the last place where an alien war was about to unfold. The tension from the Decepticons chasing them had not faded—everyone knew they only had a brief moment to act before being hunted again.

Sam pulled into his driveway, quickly exiting Bumblebee, his nerves still frayed from the chase. "I need to get those glasses," he muttered, glancing toward his house. "I just hope my parents aren't still awake."

Mikaela stepped out beside him, crossing her arms and glancing around the dark street. "Let's hope we don't run into any more surprises tonight."

Saber, who had arrived in **Tempest**, quickly motioned toward the house next door—his own property, **Howler Manor**. "We need to move fast," he said, urgency in his voice. "I have a way to keep the Autobots hidden, but we have to get them onto the manor grounds. Once I activate the protections, no one will be able to see or sense them—not even the Decepticons."

Optimus Prime, still in truck form, rumbled softly in response. "We will follow your lead, Saber."

The rest of the Autobots—**Ironhide**, **Ratchet**, **Jazz**, and **Bumblebee**—remained still, their optics glowing as they awaited orders.

"Let's go," Saber said, leading the way toward the massive gates of **Howler Manor**. Though it was dark, the imposing structure of the manor stood out in the moonlight, its high stone walls and iron gates lending it an air of mystery. The property was ancient, built generations ago by Saber's magical ancestors, and it was steeped in centuries of protective enchantments.

As they moved onto the manor grounds, **Tempest** and **Patch** reverted to their Transformer forms, walking beside Saber with mechanical grace. The Autobots followed closely behind, their heavy footsteps making surprisingly little noise as they crossed the threshold.

Once everyone was inside the gates, Saber quickly moved to the center of the grounds. He could feel the magic pulsing beneath the earth, waiting for him to summon it. The ancient wards and spells that protected **Howler Manor** had been passed down through his family for generations, and now, for the first time, Saber was about to use them to shield not only himself but the Autobots as well.

With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and raised his arms. His voice was calm but firm as he spoke the incantation, words of power that had been etched into his mind since childhood.

**"Protego Maxima! Repello Inimicum! Absumo!**"

A ripple of magic spread from Saber's outstretched hands, expanding outward across the manor grounds like a shimmering wave of light. The air around them seemed to hum with energy as the protective wards sprang to life, forming an invisible barrier that cloaked the entire property in a veil of magic.

Within moments, the manor and everything within its boundaries—including the Autobots—were hidden from the outside world. No human, no Decepticon, not even a wizard could sense or see them now. It was as though **Howler Manor** had vanished from existence.

Tempest's optics glowed brighter as the cloaking barrier settled over them. "I feel it," he said softly. "Your magic... it is powerful."

Saber opened his eyes, lowering his hands as the last of the magic settled into place. "It'll hold," he said, his voice steady. "As long as we stay within the boundaries of the manor, no one will be able to find us."

Optimus Prime, still in his truck form, spoke quietly, the reverence in his voice clear. "Your abilities are extraordinary, Saber. I have never encountered a force like this."

Saber gave a small, modest smile. "It's not just me. These wards were built by my ancestors. The manor itself is steeped in magic. All I had to do was activate it."

Ratchet, who had been silent for most of the journey, stepped forward, scanning the area with his medical tools. "The energy signature here is unlike anything we've encountered. It's... organic, not technological."

Jazz chuckled, his optics flashing with amusement. "We got ourselves some fancy tricks on this side, huh?"

Ironhide grunted, clearly more focused on their mission. "As long as it keeps the Decepticons off our backs, I'm not complaining."

Saber looked around, making sure everything was in place. "This should give us the time we need. Now we can figure out our next steps without worrying about being attacked."

Sam, who had followed them after grabbing his great-grandfather's glasses from his house, looked at Saber in awe. "You can just... make stuff invisible like that?"

"Pretty much," Saber said with a shrug. "The manor's been protected by magic for centuries. It's designed to keep out threats—both magical and non-magical."

Mikaela whistled softly, clearly impressed. "That's pretty handy."

Saber nodded, but his mind was already on what needed to happen next. The Decepticons were still out there, searching for the **AllSpark**, and even though they were safe for the moment, it wouldn't last forever.

He glanced at **Optimus Prime**. "What's the plan? We need to stop the Decepticons from getting to the AllSpark, but how do we get ahead of them?"

Optimus's optics flickered thoughtfully. "We must locate the AllSpark before they do. Sam's glasses hold the key to its location. Once we have the coordinates, we will move swiftly."

Sam pulled the glasses from his pocket, his expression serious. "I've got them right here. But how are we going to figure out where the AllSpark is from just these?"

Ratchet stepped forward, his scanners lighting up as he examined the glasses. "The coordinates are encoded in the lenses. We can use them to triangulate the location."

As Ratchet worked, Saber stepped back, watching the Autobots with a mixture of awe and curiosity. These beings were from another world, yet here they were, working alongside him, using their advanced technology to solve problems in ways that even magic couldn't.

And yet, his magic had shielded them, protected them. It was a strange feeling—this blending of worlds, of magic and technology, all coming together to fight a war that neither side had fully anticipated.

Optimus Prime turned to Saber, his voice filled with quiet resolve. "Your magic has given us a safe haven, Saber. Now, we must work together to protect your world—and ours."

Saber nodded. "We will. Whatever it takes."