Transformers: Prime: The Son of Megatron

Chapter 1: Hope Amidst Discord

The citadel fortress of Kolkular loomed before Optimus Prime, its towering walls a testament to the power and might be held within. The air crackled with tension as he approached the massive entrance, the heavy doors groaning open to reveal a dimly lit interior. He stepped inside, his audio receptors catching faint echoes of distant footsteps and the low hum of machinery.

"Megatron?" Optimus called out, his voice resolute yet tinged with a touch of longing. "Megatron?"

From the shadows emerged a figure, tall and imposing, his crimson optics gleaming with a mixture of sarcasm and defiance. It was his former brother-in-arms, Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons. He wore his battle scars with pride, a constant reminder of the path he had chosen.

"Oh, let me guess," Megatron sneered, his voice dripping with bitter irony. "You want me to...let this dark past go."

Optimus Prime's optics locked onto Megatron's, unwavering in his determination. "I hoped I would find you here," he said, his voice filled with hope and sadness.

"Get out!" Megatron bellowed, his anger boiling over as he grabbed a goblet from a nearby table and hurled it at Optimus. It sailed through the air, narrowly missing its target as it shattered against the stone wall.

But Optimus Prime remained unfazed, his resolve unshaken. He stepped forward, undeterred by the outburst. "Megatron, we must bring this to an end," he implored, his voice calm yet filled with urgency. For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the faint sound of dripping water. Megatron's optics darted between Optimus and the floor, his silence a shield against vulnerability.

"Megatron, please," Optimus continued, his voice softening with a tinge of desperation. "Talk to me. We could always talk here."

The weight of the memories pressed upon them both, memories of friendship and camaraderie amidst the chaos of their war-torn world. Optimus couldn't help but let a gentle smile grace his face as he recalled one particular memory.

"This place...so many memories," he mused, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "I remember the time you...switched the heads of the Primes in the Temple of Primus."

Megatron's expression softened ever so slightly, a flicker of recognition crossing his features. Optimus pressed on, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

"If I recall correctly, you were there switching heads along with me," Megatron told Optimus Prime.

"No, that was you," he insisted, shaking his head. "I didn't do that."

A hint of a smile played at the corners of Megatron's lips, his optics narrowing as he remembered the truth. "Oh, yes, you did," he countered, his voice laced with amusement. "You put the Scraplet on the pillar, and the pillar on..."

"On the tribute." Optimus Prime finished.

Recognition dawned on Optimus Prime's face, his own memories aligning with Megatron's words. "Yes," Megatron replied, a mix of nostalgia and anger coloring his voice. "And the priest thought it was a horrible omen and didn't consume Energon for two months. Alpha Trion was furious with me! You were always getting me into trouble," A soft chuckle escaped Megatron's vocalizer, a rare display of mirth. "But then...you were always there to get me out of trouble again."

Megatron's voice hung heavy in the air, filled with a mix of longing and regret. "Hmm. Why can't things be the way they were before?"

Optimus Prime paused, his optics scanning the area until they fell upon a small, three-year-old sparkling mech. There was a striking resemblance, a glimmer of familiarity that tugged at Optimus's spark. Megatron, ever observant, noticed his enemy's diverted attention and grew suspicious.