Optimus P.O.V.
It has been one earth year since Draco was off-lined by Megatron. Krystal and Blackshadow took it the hardest. Krystal spends most of her time in her alt mode, wrapped around his burial mound. Blackshadow won't talk to anybot except Omega and Soundwave, and even that she does rarely. Krystal sluggishly came into the main hanger, sat in a corner, and cried. Blackshadow went over and embraced her. "I miss him too." I heard her say. I feel so bad for them. Poor femmes.
Draco P.O.V. (YAY)
"Draco." the voice boomed across this white space. It had a tone of superiority but also a tone of kind-heartedness. "I am here, Primus." I replied. "Your mission has not yet been completed." "What do you mean? I snuffed Megatron's spark. I saved the Prime. I saved Optimus." "No. The warlord still functions. Your mission must be completed. Optimus Prime will never be safe as long as Megatron continues to function." I nodded in understanding. "Now go. Return to those who love you and protect the Prime." Suddenly, everything started getting brighter and brighter as a bright white light surrounded me. And then, it all faded to black.
