prompt 5 response
Title: Lightbringer
Universe: G1, AU
Rating: G
Characters: Illuminous Prime (OC), Unnamed OC
Content advisory: none
Prompt: 5. “This is as far as I go ....”
Notes: written for the April 28, 2012 round at tf_speedwriting.
Sometimes, my OCs pop in with their stories at the worst possible times. There’s much, much more to Illuminous’ story than this, and some day, I’ll explore it. Right now, all you need to know is that IP is Prime sometime after the Quintesson War but before the Golden Age has set in.
He led the femme down halls that creaked with ages of construction atop them and smelled of aged metal. The lights were dim here, still functional at minimal levels and only because the priests demanded it. If left to their own devices, the senate would have sealed off and deactivated the lower levels of the Temple vorns ago with a lip-service excuse about conserving energy.
If not for the priests and the Temple, the people would starve while the ruling class lived in excess and extravagance.
“Is it much farther?” the femme asked softly.
“No,” the priest replied. “It’s just ahead after we come around the curve.”
“Thank you.” She was doing her best not to sound nervous, but he could hear the slight tremor in her voice.
He wanted to reassure her, but he knew his words would be hollow. He had no idea how to comfort someone who was attempting to address their Creator Himself.
They continued on in silence, rounding the corner and approaching the massive door. She ran reverent fingers over the glyphs etched into the surface as he entered in the code that would open it.
“I can go no further,” the priest said softly as the door’s mechanisms pulled it slowly back into the walls. “Beyond this point, only Primes may enter.”
“I know,” she replied. “I wish we had one, right now.”
“As do I.” He reached out and took her hand, squeezing it tightly for a moment. “I will wait here.”
The femme gave him a sad smile. “Don’t wait too long.
She pulled away from him and stepped through the door. He watched her walk down the hallway beyond as the doors slowly closed behind her. When he could no longer see her, he dropped to his knees to meditate.
He would wait, for as long as it took for him to know she was dead.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
He stirred from his meditations at a change in his surroundings. Confusion flitted across his processor--what could be bothering him in this place?--as he looked up. Surprise widened his optics when he realized the door was opening before him.
The femme stepped through, optics shining the holy-white of one in Primus’ divine commune. He watched in awe as her plating shifted before him, expanding and growing as she walked. Her frame became larger, stronger, and her formerly yellow color bled away into an iridescent white. As she stopped before him, he realized she was holding the most sacred of their artifacts.
His fuel pump stopped when her chest plates opened and she placed the Matrix of Leadership next to her spark chamber.
“I am Illuminous Prime,” she said firmly.
“My Prime…” he whispered, still in shock.
As she closed her chest plates, the divine light faded from her optics. “You stayed?”
“As I promised.”
“Good. I will face many difficulties, proving my ascension is true. It will help that you bore witness.”
He nodded. “I will do all that I can, my Prime. I will walk always by your side.”
“My loyal guide.” She smiled warmly at him and then pitched forward into his arms, offline.