12th june challenge response - felix culpa
Title: Tale of a dying star
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1 (possibly)/any (probably, really)
Pairings: Star/Cybertron, Primus/Vector Sigma
Words: 592
Warnings: weirdass ideas?
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Summary: A creation myth for Transformers universe...
Authors Notes: Betaed by femme4jack. Thank you dear. 11th day is still in the works as it keeps growing, shall post it later. If I was to wait with next days, it would take too long.
Also, can I nicely ask the allmighty mods for a Primus and Vector Sigma tags? Pretty please?
Thank you!
Tale of a dying star
Long ago when the universe was small, young a Star was dying. The Star had been watching over a small planet that circled it slowly, turning around and glistening in the Star’s light enticingly.
And the star desired, as it’s dying wish, to see the surface of it’s planet up close; To be able to touch it.
So it begged the Power above, the Power that made the stellar winds blow, and planets emerge from dust and rocks.
For a long time the Star begged, its core dying. And just before it ran entirely out of free nuclei the Power decided to grant it’s wish.
For a promise that it would not touch or change anything, the star was given form, its dying core protected with shields so strong not even the explosion of death would hurt anything around it.
The star was sent to the surface and given time before its shell started to glow. It fell in love with what it had always watched, what it always cared for - giving heat and light. For time it roamed the surface enjoying the last moments of its life.
As its photosphere expanded, its given shell glowed, but the star desired to never leave the planet.
As its core collapsed the shields failed. With a last attempt, it merged its core with the planet’s surface, energy leaking within, giving it life and power. The Star’s core drew up elements from the planet it shaped to create a being.
The being’s body was forged of what the planet was built of, its core - a heart of tiny star.
The Power was saddened at the Star’s choice, its sin against Power’s will heavy and unforgivable, for only the Power was allowed to give life.
And so the Star was ripped off its form and sent to to far reaches of space, never being able to see its beloved planet anymore.
It died, its explosion bright and destructive, but it died happy, a part of it forever present on the beloved planet.
The being created by the Star existed. It existed aware and sentient. The power watched its mutant child. The child of the Star named itself Vector, a fitting name, the Power decided.
As it watched it saw the being was good, created out of love and wish to care for what was dear to its creator.
Vector roamed the planet, creating bodies like its own, forging the elements into shells - dead and empty.
The Power decided that no being should be this alone, and no planet this lonely. So it took a shape similar to Vector and came down to the planet surface.
The Power touched Vector, and its core kindled a spark - a small sun beside the main core. As the spark separated it took residence in one of the empty shells and gave it energy, gave it life.
The Power loved its child and named it Prima. The first kindled of the great Power and the Child of dying star.
The Power left, Vector’s core kindling more sparks, the Planet changing as the energy from the dying star and touch of the Power changed it. It bore energy pure and strong enough to nourish its children and gave them shelter. They, in turn, cared for it.
As time passed the planet kept existing, Its firstborn giving life to generations and generations of beings, and even though its sun had been banished, it lived and flourished heated by thousands of tiny suns shining in chests of its grand children.
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1 (possibly)/any (probably, really)
Pairings: Star/Cybertron, Primus/Vector Sigma
Words: 592
Warnings: weirdass ideas?
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Summary: A creation myth for Transformers universe...
Authors Notes: Betaed by femme4jack. Thank you dear. 11th day is still in the works as it keeps growing, shall post it later. If I was to wait with next days, it would take too long.
Also, can I nicely ask the allmighty mods for a Primus and Vector Sigma tags? Pretty please?
Thank you!
Tale of a dying star
Long ago when the universe was small, young a Star was dying. The Star had been watching over a small planet that circled it slowly, turning around and glistening in the Star’s light enticingly.
And the star desired, as it’s dying wish, to see the surface of it’s planet up close; To be able to touch it.
So it begged the Power above, the Power that made the stellar winds blow, and planets emerge from dust and rocks.
For a long time the Star begged, its core dying. And just before it ran entirely out of free nuclei the Power decided to grant it’s wish.
For a promise that it would not touch or change anything, the star was given form, its dying core protected with shields so strong not even the explosion of death would hurt anything around it.
The star was sent to the surface and given time before its shell started to glow. It fell in love with what it had always watched, what it always cared for - giving heat and light. For time it roamed the surface enjoying the last moments of its life.
As its photosphere expanded, its given shell glowed, but the star desired to never leave the planet.
As its core collapsed the shields failed. With a last attempt, it merged its core with the planet’s surface, energy leaking within, giving it life and power. The Star’s core drew up elements from the planet it shaped to create a being.
The being’s body was forged of what the planet was built of, its core - a heart of tiny star.
The Power was saddened at the Star’s choice, its sin against Power’s will heavy and unforgivable, for only the Power was allowed to give life.
And so the Star was ripped off its form and sent to to far reaches of space, never being able to see its beloved planet anymore.
It died, its explosion bright and destructive, but it died happy, a part of it forever present on the beloved planet.
The being created by the Star existed. It existed aware and sentient. The power watched its mutant child. The child of the Star named itself Vector, a fitting name, the Power decided.
As it watched it saw the being was good, created out of love and wish to care for what was dear to its creator.
Vector roamed the planet, creating bodies like its own, forging the elements into shells - dead and empty.
The Power decided that no being should be this alone, and no planet this lonely. So it took a shape similar to Vector and came down to the planet surface.
The Power touched Vector, and its core kindled a spark - a small sun beside the main core. As the spark separated it took residence in one of the empty shells and gave it energy, gave it life.
The Power loved its child and named it Prima. The first kindled of the great Power and the Child of dying star.
The Power left, Vector’s core kindling more sparks, the Planet changing as the energy from the dying star and touch of the Power changed it. It bore energy pure and strong enough to nourish its children and gave them shelter. They, in turn, cared for it.
As time passed the planet kept existing, Its firstborn giving life to generations and generations of beings, and even though its sun had been banished, it lived and flourished heated by thousands of tiny suns shining in chests of its grand children.