8 Petra (3/4) : The Prime Dynasty (2/3) : Legacy and Destinies
Amidst the towering walls of El-Deir, there was something truly special, almost otherworldly. It wasn't just bricks and stones; it was like being surrounded by a strange energy.
Energon, the mysterious force of the Cybertronians, seemed to wrap around me, like a hug you couldn't see. Stories whispered that El-Deir, once a place of deep respect, held a tomb where ancient Cybertronian gods—the Primes—rested. Those weren't just myths, but the truth that only a few knew.
The blending of old tales with the realness of this spot was mind-boggling. Imagine, a holy place also hiding a resting spot for these powerful beings. Did the folks way back then feel what I felt now, this crackling energy, the dense energon?
It was an idea that tickled my brain. Were the messiahs and messengers of gods able to sense the energon and establish Petra around it? These questions would continue to remain and be left unanswered.
Stepping onto the dusty ground, this strong sense of respect washed over me. Removing my shoes was a nod to the sacredness of the place. El-Deir once honored Obodas, a Nabatean leader who became a legend after winning big battles.
He was the king of Nabateans from 94 BC to 85 BC and after winning against the Hasmonean and Greek armies, he was revered as a deity. The walls spoke of his bravery, etching his story in stone.
After the death of Obodas, after a peaceful era and some more, El-Deir changed hands, turning from a holy place worshiping Obodas into a chapel known as the 'Monastery.' Yet, the legacy of the Primes was far older than the Nabateans could have imagined.
They set foot on this planet twenty millenniums ago which spoke volumes of the human's stage of evolution at those ages. We were Neanderthals and Denisovans hunting with sticks and stones.
I sat down on the dusty floor in a cross-legged manner, and I began to absorb the concentrated energon that saturated the air. Its purity surpassed anything I had encountered, reminiscent even of the power resonant within Unicron.
The more I absorbed, the more I was at Peace with nature. With closed eyes, I entered a trance, channeling, condensing, and circulating this concentrated energy within my being. Hours drifted away as the intense pain, born from the rupture and renewal of my core, reverberated through me.
The once-purple energon now shimmered with a golden hue, an embodiment of newfound strength that coursed within. It was as if a purple river of energon sprinkled with golden stardust.
Resolute, I arose and made my way back to the peculiar wall, sensing something otherworldly hidden beyond. I touched the wall and felt the beings who rest. Yet it wasn't time to meet them yet. A smile graced my lips, and with a slight bow to show my gratitude, I revealed the tattoo adorning my hand.
At that instance, a momentary pressure descended on my shoulders, then vanished, replaced by an encompassing warmth. I felt the Primes probe my tattoo and check if it was true. After all, even if their physical bodies were sacrificed, their spirit was still alive.
The Energon of the Primes surrounded me and it was as if they had entrusted me with their will. The system alerted me, but I deferred it, knowing there were moments far more crucial.
"Thank you for aiding me," I murmured, an expression of gratitude to the unseen forces, the Primes guiding my path.
I rolled down my sleeves, the tattoo on my hand a symbol of connection and understanding. A promise hung in the air as I spoke, "I will return in a few years, guide me by your wisdom on my journey."
With a sense of purpose and newfound power pulsating within my energon core, I departed the El-Deir, leaving behind the place which was wrapped in mysteries untold, ready to embark on the path illuminated by the ancient echoes of Petra's past.
Some mysteries are better left untold until they reveal themselves in this ever-flowing tides of time. Heading back, I looked at the System's alert.
[Alert: The host has been bestowed with the Blessing of the Prime, assimilating True Energon, the divine energy of the thirteen Primes.
The host's physical form has been reconstituted utilizing True Energon during meditation. Recognition by the Six Primes confirmed, overseeing the trajectory of the host's fate.
An improvised core has been synthesized to accommodate the influx of True Energon, mitigating external interference.
Analysis reveals no adverse effects. The "Thousand Times" protocol has been activated, pending dispensation upon host's command.
Initiating transcendental enhancement sequence: Host's essence elevated, guided by the divine oversight of the Primes. Endowment of power awaits activation, subject to the host's directive.]
Tasking Skye to look for a secluded place, I decided to head over there. Truly this trip to Petra was quite rewarding. Yet, I had more questions about myself now and very few answers. Maybe, this was life. You experience and you learn throughout the journey.
The Decepticons wouldn't be able to find me due to the System's masking feature. So, I wasn't worried about the dangers that revolved around me yet.
Under the moonlit night, I removed my shirt as I stood looking at the moon. The weather was calm and the winds were cold. Taking deep breaths, I calmed myself. Was this always my destiny or have my actions altered destiny? Like I said, more questions but few answers.
The funny thing about fates and destinies. Fate and destiny, these are like the stories life writes for us, humans. Maybe, it was at this stage that we couldn't comprehend.
At the end of the day, fate and destiny are like a tale we're writing with every step we take. It's the story of our lives, full of twists, turns, surprises, and moments that make us who we are. And maybe, just maybe, the mystery is part of the magic that makes life so fascinating.
Ever since I was reborn as Sam, I have turned my destiny around and will continue to do so with every step that I take. In the movies, I was supposed to meet the Primes only after a series of unfortunate events which would endanger the world.
Yet here I stand as a human who was capable of using energon. [Alert: Energon Levels surging.]
On that fateful day, the realms of possibility shifted, weaving an extraordinary tale that defied the very laws of existence. Within me, Samuel James Witwicky, a convergence of the essences from both All Spark and Dark Spark, resonated the divine blessing of the Six Primes.
In a singular, awe-inspiring moment, the inconceivable transpired—I was reborn, not merely as a Prime, but as the impossible Prime, an enigma beyond the cosmic order.
The realization of this transcendence, a human ascending to the hallowed echelons of the Primes, stood as a contradiction to all that was deemed plausible. The improbable metamorphosis had unfolded, etching my name into the annals of history as the Prime that defied the confines of expectation.
The happenstance of my presence in such a pivotal juncture mirrored the inexplicable, akin to the echoes of Obodas, an ancient figure whose path intertwined with destiny in improbable ways.
The threads of fate, woven intricately across time and circumstance, converged upon me, an unwitting participant in a narrative scripted by the cosmic forces that govern reality.
