(Sandra's P.O.V)
I still remember it so clearly.
Memories flashed in my mind. The fall of Cybertron. The war that I was unable to participate in.
I had to watch all my brothers and sisters die before me,and knowing that I did not do anything.
I was told by Primus himself to hide myself,as he reasoned that if all hope was lost,I would still be there to save the day.
But there was a problem. Another Prime had been made. Optimus Prime. At first,I was worried. I was a Prime for no reason when there was another one.
Then,I realised that if I was forced to just sit and watch,Optimus would be able to be there. At this point of time,I felt useless.
I was stuck in my holoform to watch the Autobots do their work on Earth. I had to stop myself from lunging at Megatron whenever he was fighting the Autobots. It was not easy at all.
Humans never really notice me,and neither do the Autobots. I have the power to transform into any animal,so I often transform into a mouse to watch their battles. Sometimes a fly.
I am intending to reveal myself soon. I take it that the Autobots would not believe it so easily. The strong rumor about Optimus being the only Prime alive is deep within their sparks.
There is a reason. I felt a strong presence of darkness growing larger every day,and I suspect my arch enemy,who was supposedly dead.
But I cannot take any chances.
They will need reinforcements. They will need help if the All-Spark does not give it.
They will need their Lost Prime.
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Transformers Prime:The Lost Prime
FanfictionOptimus is known to be the last Prime,but does he know the true story? Sandra Walters might be just an ordinary 25 year old,with an ordinary life. But behind her bright blue eyes was a past that none of the Autobots had imagined. She was The Lost Pr...
