Returning to Cybertron was easy enough.
After the blast of Light and Dark had subsided, the Stormians offered to help us re-build our ship. It was funny because Sideswipe and Brainstorm came rushing out to greet us, and were surprised to find the planet back to normal.
“But we never got to test out our cannon!” Sideswipe cried out.
Brainstorm shook his head and said, we still made many discoveries about the Stormians to help them as much as help us.”
After Sideswipe admired his ‘bro’s’ new cloak, he suddenly saw something on the horizon that everyone had wanted to see.
“Look!”
Optimus’s arm draped over his shoulder for support, Magnus was walking towards them, his smile evident even in the distance. The heroes were greeted with the army they led, and together they had saved Cybertron, and them too, from ultimate destruction.
We left the planet, after the Stormians promising to release the Orbs they had captured, and using them to bring back the people that were lost. As we all travelled home, Jetfire almost danced in joy at finding out that Tidalwave and all that were killed by the Stormians would be brought back to life. The Stormians had that power in them, but as soon as they had done that to all the planets, they would go into an one hundred yeah hibernation. They would only have their Orb to power them now, and although it would be hard for them to adjust, they were determined to right their wrongs.
When we got back, the planet looked like all the colour had been drained out. The transformers that were still on the planet seemed frozen like granite statues. They looked at it sadly as the Ship landed, and they disembarked. Hotshot then rose up the Orb in his hands and it floated up further by its own accord. Then it emitted a soft, healing light that covered the planet like a sparkling blanket. The colour returned, and the transformers came back to life. The dead bodies then glowed, healing and being resurrected from the grave. It took a moment for these transformers to understand where they were and what they were doing, and then everything seemed to come back to life as the saviours spread the word.
“You know,” Jetfire announced. “This really merits a party!” The transformers around him seemed to agree, and as the word spread, the entire planet came to the agreement that a party is just what they needed. Many parties were held cross the planet in mere hours, and the planet seemed to sing with laughter, song and dance. It seemed that even Primus was celebrating by giving the planet beautiful weather of brilliant sunshine. However, the one that Optimus was at was the greatest of all. Demolisher came back on the scene highly confused, but Wheeljack and Sideswipe filled him in over some energon.
“Hey.” Magnus said as he walked over to Optimus, who was standing by the window and looking out happily at his newly resurrected planet. Yes, he was now guardian of Cybertron, and it seemed that its burden would be light now.
“Magnus.” Optimus said as a way of greeting, and Magnus immediately mocked him, something that Optimus knew he would do.
“Whow, whow.” He said, putting his hands up in front of him in a pushing like fashion, “Back up Mr. Guardian-of-the-planet. You think that means you can bee al high and mighty to your own brother?!”
“Oh yes.” Optimus said. Magnus growled, but his smile gave away their playfulness and they both burst out laughing.
“But really,” Magnus questioned, turning serious. “Do you really think you can handle this now?”
Optimus turned to him, his look pensive. “Yes … I really do. I think I’ve learnt my lesson about fate. You cant hide from what you’re destined to do. You made me see that.”
Magnus smiled, leaning on him as he was pulled into a one armed hug.
“Oh yeah,” Magnus said, looking out at the new Cybertron forest. “You owe me a game.”
As the Duel element bearers gazed out at the planet that had been so close to destruction, I wonder if it wasn’t just the elements that those two had re united. As I see them now, playing like they used to back when they were young, and Magnus helping out Optimus in his duties as the Guardian of Cybertron. I guess a lot of lost relationships need that extra spice in life to help them solve their debts to one another, but I think that everyday will be a new adventure.
“The End …” I muttered as I added the famous last line to a story, but being the individual type, I added, “To another adventure.”
Pressing the save button, I then proceeded to close down my computer. Ten years had passed since that journey, and I had continued to be a writer. But only ‘till now was I free to put it on paper.
“Hey Hotshot!” Sideswipe called as he entered my office. “Are ya done?”
“Just finished.” I answered. “I’ll send it off later so the publishers can view it.”
“Good stuff bro.” Sideswipe said and chucked me a can of energon. “I’m goin’ out for a drive to Hoist’s place. Wanna come?”
“Why are you going to his place?” I asked, not sure of why he was going on such short notice.
“Says he’s got some interesting news for us about that vibe you and the rest of the Elementals picked up.” Sideswipe said. “We better head off.”
“Okay!” I replied, and I stood up.
As we transformed outside of our house, I realised that I maybe heading to another adventure. But then again, isn’t life one big one anyway?

***

*To Energon*

The end.