Meeting (Chapter 1)

Spark

Moon

I see Optimus standing on the opposite of the room.

  Alpha Trion's back is to me. But I can hear his voice.

  But he is speaking to me, not Optimus.

  "Half Moon." His voice vibrated through my bones.

  He radiated authority.  Just like Optimus.

  "You have the Spark of a Prime. Your actions today proved that."

  "Spark of a Prime?" I ask.

  I think a Spark is thier heart.  Or soul. Or both. I'll have to ask Ratchet when I get out of here.

  "Yes. You have shown leadership and kindness towards your team mates, along with the people in your realm."

  "How do you know about that?"

  "Your realm and Cybertron have been connected in more ways than you realize.  That is why your bones are metalic."

  I was part Cybertronian.

  "What's going to happen to me?"

  "Nothing negative. Mother Moon asked me to give you this. She is too weak to reach you again."

  I nod. She looked terrible the last time I saw her.

  A small blue orb appeared at my feet.

  "Hold it to your chest. Where your heart is.  I will handle the rest."

  I follow his instructions, and the orb was light and cold, cold like metal.

  My hands press the orb into my chest, passing through my skin.

  It pulses a blue glow when my heart beats.

  It sinks in all the way, and I can still see the glow of it, even if it was muted.

  Like putting your finger over a bright flashlight.

  I feel my body cool.

  I feel stronger.

  I feel invincible.

  I feel like I can do anything.

  I feel like a missing piece of me was finally returned.

  Both of them pulse at the same time, my whole body feeling the beating.

  "Be who you were destined to be."

  I am back at base, the blue glow still coming from my chest.

  Everyone is staring at me.

  I can see why.

  Even the kids are awestruck.

  I look at my hands and everything else, and it is normal.

  Except my wings.

  Mechanical, gears and hinges for joints, solid silver for feathers.

  The silver was sharpened at the sides and points, creating blades.  Curved like daggers.

  Runes carved into every blade.

  "How?" Arcee asked.

  I lock up.

  My chest is throbbing.

  Caving in on me, my ribs clawing into my spine.

  My arms becoming solid and stiff, my legs following after.