An attempt at a slightly different creation myth for Transformers.
As everything, the cosmos was created by the two.
Primus was creation manifest, their touch brought light to the void, where they walked energy took shape and became matter.
Unicron was destruction embodied, at whose sight the stars burned out, his breath withered matter into formless energy.
When they met, they recognised each other, for although opposites they were of one nature.
They were siblings, friends, rivals, enemies, and lovers. They joined together in a covenant, a great combination of battle, dance, and union, their essences joining together and achieving balance.
From them, the cosmos became new, where once was grey, there became shades of light and darkness. Some parts became more concentrated, forming worlds and stars, other parts became lesser, and formed the heavens to surround them.
To mark the place where they came together, Primus and Unicron created Cybertron, a world of living metal and energy, where the very ground was imprinted with life and death.
And on Cybertron they joined once again: creating new life, their children, the Thirteen.
At first they were still too separate, their creations were primal, unconstrained. Together they forged bodies out of the living metal beneath them, to encase and protect them.
Thus, Primus created Prima; and Unicron created Megatronus.
Prima was much like its creator, a spark of light within a silvery body. Its every action glorified creation, and where it walked, the world itself cried out in joy.
Megatronus was also like its creator, but unlike its sibling it was but an ember, a red fire within a dark iron shell. Metal rusted at its touch, and the world drew back afraid.
Prima and Megatronus saw each other, and like their parents before them, recognised each other as kin. Alone of all creation, Prima did not shy away from Megatronus, while it was the only one who did not avert its sight from Prima's dazzling brightness.
Primus and Unicron then tried again, this time learning from each other, blending creation and destruction a little more.
Primus' creation was named Nexus, for they were one in many bodies. While their siblings could only be in one place, they could separate, their body becoming legion to be where they were needed, and then return to being one with all they had learned.
Unicron had made Amalgamous, who was very much like their sibling. But while Nexus was one in many, Amalgamous was many in one. Their body would change from moment to moment, constantly reinventing themself. When they wished they would fly on wings, rotors, or jets; and when they wished to walk they could do so on legs, tracks, or wheels.
Nexus and Amalgamous saw each other, and found joy in their meeting. They shared what they could, and travelled together. Knowing that although different, they still possessed the same nature.
Having seen their children, Unicron and Primus understood each other better, and shared their natures further. From this they created Trion and Maximo.
Trion was a being of knowledge and logic. What he saw, he understood, and what he understood, he would teach to others. His first act when created was to name everything around him, knowing his parents and siblings even before they could introduce themselves.
Maximo was a being of imagination and potential. What he thought, he could believe, and what he spoke, he could make others know. When created, he proclaimed the greatest strengths and flaws of all around him, and spoke of how they could make everything better.
Trion and Maximo saw each other, and laughed. Here was something Trion could not understand or name; and here was something which was beyond Maximo's words. Together they sat, talking as stars formed and died, dreaming of what would come.
Again Unicron and Primus learned from this. They saw the knowledge and wisdom of their creations, and joined anew, creating a new generation.
Vector was Primus' newest child, who arose from the ground looking at the sky beyond. He was filled with wanderlust, to travel the length and breadth of the cosmos, to witness and to protect all that he could.
Onyx was Unicron's creation, who barely seemed to rise above the ground, for his body was nothing compared to what he could see with his mind, able to travel without moving. To see, unblinking, with sight beyond sight.
Vector and Onyx saw each other, although separated by vast distances, they still recognised their sibling. The shining knight welcomed the black dragon, and together they shared tales of what they had seen.
Understanding better the balance of their children's bodies, they now turned to their essences. They joined together to create two new children.
Quintus was a dreamer, who wanted to lead her siblings further. They could be more than what they were, the world could be better than it was. They could make things anew, until things would be perfect.
Micronus was small, but when he spoke all listened. He spoke of limits, knowing what should be done, or what shouldn't. He could help people surpass themselves, but all to often advised them to know themselves instead.
Quintus and Micronus saw each other, and were instant rivals. Quintus sought progress beyond reason, Micronus wanted understanding of oneself. Despite this, they knew they were partners, with Micronus holding Quintus back from excess, while she encouraged Micronus to go further.
Having perfected their children's mind and bodies, Primus and Unicron looked outward, towards Cybertron and the cosmos beyond.
Primus made Solus, who saw the world beneath her, and took it within her hand. She could take the living metal and turn it into new shapes. She saw her siblings, and instantly knew they were incomplete. She gifted them each in turn a great item that would complete them, granting them their true natures, beyond how they were made. She called these tools, clothing, shelter, and weapons.
Unicron made Alchemist, who felt the world beneath him, and stared at it deeply. He understood the matter and energy of the cosmos in a way that none of his siblings did. He saw his siblings, and instantly knew they were incomplete. He drew up the energy of the world, creating fuel, and shared it with them, filling them with life and joy. They laughed, despite not understanding his words.
Solus and Alchemist saw each other, and gifted each other with what they had. They shared their knowledge and created art, creation with the only purpose being to enrich the world, form without function.
Finally Primus and Unicron were spent. As they had joined together, they had become closer, and yet less potent. Their many children would guide the cosmos where they could not. But they would need one last gift from their parents.
Primus and Unicron joined together one last time in love and hate, and were no more.
In their place was someone new, someone beyond Unicron and Primus. They were the Thirteenth.
He was to lead them, with his nature one of perfect balance, creation and destruction in one. He showed them to form a society, how to use their gifts to aid the others, to create new life.
And he taught them how to grieve.
While he bore the gift of life from his parents, he also bore the gift of death. His body was not eternal like the cosmos, but as fragile and temporary as the stars and planets within. When he had taught them all he could, he passed on, his body returning to the metal of Cybertron.
Only his spark remained. And the Thirteenth's siblings all remembered him as best they could, in their own way.
Alchemist looked into the spark, seeking to understand its nature.
Solus shaped a new vessel, that it would not be damaged.
Micronus showed the spark how it could bond to others, to share its wisdom with them.
Quintus left, seeking to make new life in the Thirteenth's honour.
Onyx moved, the fires stirring inside him as he followed visions only he could see.
Vector stayed still, standing vigil over his spark for as long as he could.
Maximo told all of them that their grief would be over, for the Thirteenth would arise again.
Trion made sure the Thirteenth would never be forgotten and created the first record.
Amalgamous taught the others how to change their shape, sharing his gift with them.
Nexus tore himself to pieces, travelling to the far reaches to spread the Thirteenth's legend.
Megatronus, in its grief shared the Thirteenth's gift with the cosmos.
Prima held its sibling, and convinced it to stop.
And this ended the age of gods.
Edited by Tindalos, 17 April 2019 - 10:53 AM.