The AllSpark's Chosen

Chapter 28: Secrets Revealed

I'll be honest with you not really happy with this chapter or the ones after it so don't be surprised if I just completely start over with this chapter later on.
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The dust began to settle in the abandoned industrial area, the deafening sound of the battle fading into an eerie silence. **Barricade** lay defeated, his metallic frame dented and cracked from the brutal fight with **Optimus Prime** and **Bumblebee**. The hulking Decepticon's red optics flickered weakly as he struggled to rise but eventually slumped, beaten.

**Sam**, **Mikaela**, and **Saber** stood frozen, their minds racing to comprehend what they had just witnessed. Towering before them were the **Autobots**, colossal beings who had just fought to protect them. Yet, none of this made sense. Aliens? Sentient robots? It was as though they had been pulled into some impossible, sci-fi nightmare.

Optimus Prime stepped forward, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the humans. His deep, calming voice broke the silence. "You are safe now. We will protect you."

Sam, still panting from the adrenaline, glanced at Saber, his voice shaky. "Safe? Safe from what? What the hell just happened?!"

Mikaela, her eyes wide with disbelief, turned to Sam. "That thing wanted... your great-grandfather's glasses? What could glasses possibly have to do with all this?"

Saber, standing beside them, was equally as confused, but there was one thing on his mind—**Tempest**. His creation, whom he had brought to life with his magic, was now standing tall next to **Optimus Prime**, fully revealed as a mechanical being. How had this happened? How had a magical accident put them right in the middle of an alien war?

Optimus's optics locked onto Saber. "You appear troubled. Are you injured?"

Saber swallowed, his throat dry. "No... no, I'm not hurt. I'm just... I don't know what's going on."

Optimus nodded, his voice patient and steady. "We are the **Autobots**, sentient beings from the planet **Cybertron**. Our world has been destroyed by war, and now the conflict has come to your planet. The Decepticons, led by **Megatron**, seek power beyond anything you can imagine. The humans are caught in the middle of our battle."

Saber's mind raced as he tried to make sense of it all. **Decepticons? Megatron?** This was far bigger than anything he had ever encountered, and he had no idea how he fit into this. His creations—**Tempest** and **Patch**—had nothing to do with alien robots. They had been created from magic. This didn't add up.

Sam, meanwhile, was still staring at **Bumblebee**, trying to wrap his head around the fact that his car had just saved his life. "You're aliens," Sam whispered. "You're... giant, talking aliens."

Bumblebee let out a series of beeps and whirs, his damaged voice unable to respond properly, but his optics glowed warmly in reassurance.

Optimus Prime continued, "We came here to stop the Decepticons from finding the **AllSpark**, an ancient source of immense power. If it falls into their hands, your world—and ours—will be destroyed."

Sam's mouth opened and closed, trying to process it all. "The... AllSpark? What does that have to do with my great-grandfather's glasses?"

Optimus's optics flickered. "The coordinates to the AllSpark were imprinted on your ancestor's glasses. The Decepticons are searching for it—and for you."

Mikaela let out a sharp breath, leaning against the side of Bumblebee. "This is insane. Completely insane."

But while Sam and Mikaela tried to make sense of the situation, Saber's gaze drifted to **Tempest** and **Patch**, who stood quietly nearby, observing the Autobots and the aftermath of the battle. Tempest, tall and powerful, had been created when Saber's magic had reacted in a moment of desperation to save his life. Patch, smaller and more agile, had come from a medkit, designed to heal and protect. Both were born of magic, not technology.