I have a poll on my profile page asking a question I really want to have answered. I'm trying to get as many answers as I can, and very few people visit my profile. I've gotten literally one answer in a week, and that's sad. Please answer, and be honest about it.

I only own my OC's!

PROLOGUE

A giant red and blue robot and a girl are walking through a canyon, on patrol. The girl is wearing a long sleeved yellow shirt, brown leggings, a yellow mini skirt, an orange shoulder cape, and brown flats. Knockout and Breakdown show up with vehicon troopers. She takes an earthbending stance and start shooting rocks at other robots while a blue robot with an orange face slams the red and blue one's head into the canyon wall with his hammer.

"OPTIMUS!" the girl yells, running to the prime's side. Her arrows start to glow as she enters the avatar state, and she turns back to the Decepticons and lashes out, sending fire and earth strengthened with air at the Decepticon. "I may be the last airbender, and we may both believe that one should not inflict harm unless all other options have been exhausted, but you have disrupted the balance here and on Cybertron, and within the Avatar and the Prime."

Aang sits straight up in bed, accidentally waking Katara, who is carrying their third child. "What is it, Aang?"

"Just a nightmare." Aang turns to the side of their bed. "I hope."

"What happened?" Katara asks.

"A young girl—a young avatar—fighting some kind of giant metal army. An airbender. Katara, it was like I felt a connection with her, and the metal man she was fighting with as well. She called him Optimus, and something tells me he was like Gyatso was to me."

"Her mentor. Her guardian."

"Her father figure. I saw a reluctance in his actions, and she is a true Air Nomad, and knows how I feel first-hand."

"What do you mean?" Katara asks.

"She is the last airbender, and he is what she calls a prime." Aang sighs. "I need to talk with my past lives, see what this means." Aang walks outside and takes a meditative posture before entering the spirit world.

"You are sure this is the planet Megatron traveled to?" Ratchet asks. He, with Optimus and Ironhide, walk up to a young man with an arrow on his head. Aang opens his eyes and gasps in shock before standing and taking a fighting stance. "Who and what are you?"

"We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, Autobots for short, and I am Optimus Prime. We are here searching for a warlord who is attempting to take our planet's war to others."

Aang cocks his head to the side in confusion at the following whispered conversation.

"Does it ever seem strange, not calling him Orion Pax?" Ironhide asks softly.

"Every day. But the council did say there was no better choice than the peace-loving Orion, who had changed sparks and minds."

Aang smiles when he hears this. "I am the spirit and leader of this world."

"Then I must warn you. Our planet is dying because of Megatron's warmongering, and we may someday wish to seek refuge on your world."

"I will allow it." Aang says.

"You may wish to tell him the prophesy." Ratchet says.

Optimus nods gravely. "And it is written in the Covenant of Primus that when the 47 spheres align, a perpetual conflict will culminate upon a world forged from chaos. And the weak shall perish in the shadow of a rising darkness."

Aang gasps in shock. "The harmonic convergence." Aang nods.

"Our worlds will meet again, Aang, and one of your descendants will become key in our war. He or she will be the sole hope of these two worlds."

"Would you protect her, for me?" Aang asks.

"How do you know it will be a femme?"

"Because I saw her in a dream. She has the same fate I have been given."

Optimus reaches into his chest plates and hands Aang a small stone that, by appearance, is nothing. It is a very light blue-gray, and star shaped, but beyond that, nothing is significant about the small stone. "Keep this in the family. If we return to this world, I will be able to track her. If she comes into any danger, I will be there."