Summary: The first adventure. A young girl discovers the Decepticons and Autobots have more to do with her than she thinks… Crysta's POV

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or Transformers Prime. That is all.

This brings my biggest project so far to a close. I hope you all liked it. I may continue writing for this fandom, I may not. The important thing for me is that I have finished this story and possibly vanquished my growing Mary Sue in the process. But in another story, she may return…

Girlsupersonicboy, for goodness sake! Do you have something against Starscream? I know there was a lot of bashing of him within this story, but I want him to at least get a happy ending, okay? (sigh)

"Speaking"

Thoughts

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Supernatural Beings speaking

I stood in front of possibly the most powerful being in the universe, hoping my plan would work. Noises outside told me the Autobots and Decepticons together were still struggling against the army of golems. I concentrated, focusing on the huge source of energy in front of me, trying to reach my mind inside it. A menacing voice spoke, loud as the earth's roars yet sinister.

You are too weak. There is no being that can control me. I trembled, hoping that meant it could at least not see inside my mind. For now it thought I was trying to manipulate its power to stop the disasters.

That is where it was wrong. I heard the battle going on behind me, but I focusing on drawing out the power. A chain of energy coursed from Unicron into me. It spoke again, slightly panicked,

You have no family, no one who will mourn for your death. The others were overcoming the golems outside, and I knew I had to keep focusing. I focused on the Decepticons, my friends, who would celebrate when this was over. Someone else came in, Prime I think. I struggled to speak, still increasing the flow of energy.

"Don't try to help. I can handle this!" He was begging me to stop, to let him help. I wouldn't let him sacrifice himself and throw the war into full swing again.

The flow was overwhelming. I felt so much power flowing into me, taking over and replacing my energy with its own. Megatron and Soundwave were near the doorway, collapsing from the sudden pain. I couldn't bear seeing them hurt, but when Megatron nodded, I knew they could take it. For the world. For peace. I let the energy consume me. Unicron's voice grew fainter by the second until it was merely a whisper, and then nothing at all. I felt a sudden wave of lethargy pass through me. And so, I slept. And voices brushed through my consciousness all the time.

Crysta, I never knew we were bonded. I'll take care of Soundwave for you. Starscream seems to have developed another crush.

I know you can't wake up anymore, but can you please give me your blessing?

One day, another voice joined them, one that was a bit screechier than the rest.

Crysta, please don't call me a tomato anymore. I'm staying with the Decepticons from now on.

One day, I could hear all of their voices, through a connection of soul, not of a bond. Though I could not wake up yet, maybe I would someday. And when that day came, the Decepticons, my family, would welcome me back. Maybe once I figured out how not to cause an apocalypse. After all, life is not easy for the new Chaos Bringer.

The Earth had waited long for me and embraced its new ruler. I felt myself dissolving away, becoming one with the earth that the world depended on. I was no longer Crysta, and I was no longer alone. We are Earth.

Knock Out glanced worriedly at Megatron. "Megatron won't make it back to the Nemesis without a miracle." Soundwave sent out waves of mental distress. Megatron, however weak, seemed perfectly calm, his eyes focused somewhere far away.

"She got another chance… This time it will be different." Then, Megatron also joined with the Earth, just like his bonded had moments earlier. Perhaps some mourned, but they knew that that those two would be happy, and were not truly gone, but just not quite there.

So now you know about my first real life. When it was over, I left the weight of the earth behind me and flew far up towards the sky, free of my mortal body and of all others. In the sky, there was a path for me, a path made of shining stars.

And so I soared away, free, towards my new life.