For advance/early chapters : p atreon.com/Ritesh_Jadhav0869
The alien craft's brilliant white beam cut through the murky depths like a celestial spotlight, illuminating secrets that had slumbered beneath the waves for millennia. What it revealed took Viviane's breath away—a tomb fit for legends.
Carved from pristine white stone, the chamber resembled a miniature Greek temple, its walls adorned with twelve solemn knights, each eternally leaning on their sword in silent vigil. Skulls of various sizes dotted the sacred space like macabre decorations, while at the center sat a sarcophagus that seemed to pulse with ancient power.
But it was the carving on the lid that made Viviane's heart race. An elderly figure lay in eternal repose, his weathered hands clutching a scepter that seemed to promise untold power.
"Merlin," she whispered, the name escaping her lips like a prayer. "It's actually real."
Her eyes caught something else—ancient text etched into the stone with deliberate care. Trembling fingers brushed away centuries of accumulated dust, revealing words that felt like a slap to the face: "None may possess it!"
The excitement drained from her face as if someone had pulled a plug. "Well, that's... encouraging."
Aidan's voice cut through her disappointment with characteristic calm. "Don't let some ancient warning stop us now. Let's see what's inside."
They positioned themselves like tomb robbers in an adventure novel, gripping the massive stone lid with determination. "On my count," Viviane said, her voice tight with anticipation. "One... two... three!"
The lid moved with surprising ease, as if the tomb itself was eager to reveal its secrets. Stone ground against stone with a sound like grinding bones before the massive slab crashed to the floor with a thunderous boom that echoed through the chamber.
Viviane peered inside and felt her world tilt. A skeleton lay there, positioned exactly like the carving above—but the legendary scepter in its grasp looked like nothing more than a piece of driftwood.
"You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, her voice thick with disappointment. "The scepter is just... wood?"
Aidan's lips curved into a knowing smile. "That's exactly the point." He reached down with the confidence of someone who knew far more than he was letting on. "This isn't just any artifact, Viviane. It's genetically coded to respond only to Merlin's bloodline. Your bloodline."
Before she could protest, he tossed the seemingly mundane staff directly at her.
Instinct made her catch it—and the moment her fingers wrapped around the ancient wood, the world exploded into blue light.
The transformation was breathtaking. The wooden staff began to pulse like a living heart, blue energy crackling along its length with the sound of awakening thunder. The wood itself seemed to flow and shift, coating itself in gleaming metal that looked both ancient and impossibly advanced. Cross-shaped inscriptions materialized around the scepter's head, glowing with power that made the air itself hum.
"Impossible," Viviane breathed, staring at the weapon that had transformed in her hands. It felt alive, warm, like it recognized her.
"The scepter remembers its master's bloodline," Aidan explained, his voice carrying a note of awe even he couldn't quite hide. "It's been waiting for you, Viviane. For generations."
A deep, mechanical roar suddenly filled the chamber, vibrating through the stone walls. The alien craft was awakening.
"Time to go!" Aidan's hand swept through the air, tearing reality itself apart to create a shimmering portal. "After you!"
They stepped through into the familiar warmth of the castle's main hall, where Sir Edmund had been wearing a path in the ancient stones with his pacing. The portal snapped shut behind them with a sound like breaking glass.
"We got it!" Viviane held up the scepter, its metal surface gleaming in the castle's torchlight.
Back in the tomb, the twelve guardian knights began to stir from their eternal vigil. Stone limbs cracked and groaned as they turned their heads toward the empty sarcophagus. The lead knight's voice rose in a roar that would have shaken mountains: "WHO DARES STEAL THE SCEPTER?"
But they were far too late.
"Well, that was delightfully anticlimactic," Cogman chirped, giving Hot Rod what he probably thought was a friendly punch. The Autobot barely felt it.
Sir Edmund approached with the reverence of a man approaching the Holy Grail. "May I... may I hold it? The secret our family has protected for eight hundred years?"
Viviane's expression softened. This wasn't just about ancient magic—it was about family legacy, about generations of guardians who had died protecting something they never fully understood. "Of course."
As Edmund examined the scepter with trembling hands, Aidan turned to Hot Rod. "Come with me. I'm sure you're dying to see your old friends."
Hot Rod's optical sensors flicked uncertainly toward Viviane. He'd made a promise to protect Merlin's descendants, and promises mattered to Autobots.
"Go," Viviane said with a gentle smile. "I'll be safe here with my family."
"And if you want to return, I can open a portal faster than you can say 'Cybertron,'" Aidan added.
Edmund reluctantly returned the scepter to Aidan, who tucked it away with practiced ease. "I won't invite you to stay for tea—you'll owe me a proper banquet after this mess is sorted out." He gestured toward a new portal shimmering to life. "Oh, and Viviane? Don't try to follow me through. These portals have a nasty habit of cutting people in half. Your top half would end up in Egypt while your legs stay here. Trust me, it's not a good look."
Viviane, who had indeed been preparing to rush forward for a farewell kiss, stopped short and glared at him. "May you stay single forever, you insufferable—"
But Aidan was already stepping through the portal with an infuriating grin, Hot Rod following close behind. The portal snapped shut, leaving only empty air and Viviane's frustrated shout.
"He's clearly not your knight," Sir Edmund observed dryly, shaking his head as he hobbled toward the castle on his crutches.
"I think he's wonderful!" Cogman sighed dreamily, covering his face with his mechanical hands. "So mysterious! So powerful! So—"
"So insufferable," Viviane muttered, but there was warmth in her voice that she couldn't quite hide.
The moment Aidan materialized in his Egyptian base, his phone exploded with sound.
"Dr. Snow!" Joshua's voice crackled with barely controlled panic. "There's a massive unidentified object rising from the English Channel! It's the size of a city block and it's heading for—"
"Stonehenge," Aidan finished calmly. "It's the ignition device. Think of it as a very large, very ancient piece of Cybertronian technology."
"Is it dangerous?"
"Not without this." Aidan patted the dimensional space where he'd stored the scepter. "Set up a perimeter, keep civilians away, but don't try to shoot it down. You'll just waste ammunition."
"Next time, could you maybe give us a heads up before ancient alien technology starts flying around?"
"I'll try to remember that."
After ending the call, Aidan allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. The AllSpark, the Matrix of Leadership, and Quintessa's scepter—three artifacts capable of reshaping reality itself—were now all in his possession. It was like holding the nuclear codes for multiple civilizations.
Of course, if the Cybertronians managed to defeat him, they'd inherit the power to destroy or conquer Earth. But that was a problem for another day.
Hot Rod wasted no time seeking out his fellow Autobots. Like cosmic children let loose in the world's greatest playground, they'd been exploring Earth's recreational facilities with infectious enthusiasm. The current truce meant they had little else to occupy their time except discovery and wonder.
When Optimus Prime learned of Aidan's return, he approached carrying a red-and-black Transformer with the care of someone bearing a fallen comrade.
"I've brought back Sentinel Prime," he announced, his voice heavy with old pain and complicated emotions.
"Along with the space bridge technology?"
"Everything's here. I need you to resurrect him."
Aidan raised an eyebrow. "The same Sentinel Prime who betrayed you?"
"I want to hear his explanation. Face to face."
"Then make sure he understands the situation," Aidan warned, his tone turning serious. "If this goes wrong, I'll have to write off Cybertron entirely. I won't risk Earth for your planet."
Aidan drew the Matrix of Leadership from the void, its crystalline surface pulsing with the power of creation itself. He'd used it to resurrect Optimus Prime once before—now it was time to see if old betrayers deserved second chances.
The moment the Matrix's energy flowed into Sentinel Prime's chest, the ancient leader's body convulsed like a man struck by lightning.
"ENEMIES! REVENGE!" The words erupted from him in a roar of fury and confusion. His massive broadsword materialized in his hand as he swung at the nearest target—Optimus Prime.
A red energy cable shot out like a striking snake, wrapping around Sentinel's neck and yanking him to the ground before he could complete his attack. The old warrior's consciousness was still trapped in the Cybertronian War, still fighting battles that had ended eons ago.
"Sentinel Prime!" Optimus's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. "I'm Optimus Prime. The war is over. You're safe."
Slowly, recognition dawned in Sentinel's optics. The fury faded, replaced by confusion and something that might have been hope. "The space pillars... where are they?"
"Safe," Optimus replied, his voice heavy with the weight of old betrayals and complicated loyalties. "But you owe me an explanation."
"What explanation?" Sentinel asked, though his tone suggested he already knew.
"About your cooperation with me," Megatron said, stepping from the shadows with the quiet confidence of a predator.
Sentinel Prime had been the Autobots' leader before Optimus, back when Cybertron was dying and hope was a luxury they couldn't afford. As their world became uninhabitable and the Autobots lost ground to Decepticon forces, he'd made a choice that haunted him still—he'd contacted Megatron in secret, proposing an alliance that might save their race.
The plan had been audacious: transport Cybertron itself to Earth and use the sun's power to revive their dead world. But the Ark had been attacked during its journey, crashing on the moon and leaving Sentinel trapped in stasis for millennia.
"Megatron?" Sentinel's voice cracked with disbelief. "Why are you here? What's happened?"
"I'm allied with Optimus Prime now," Megatron explained with the patience of someone who'd had to explain this many times. "Our old conflicts are... complicated."
"Allied? With Optimus?" Sentinel looked like a man who'd woken up to find the world had turned upside down. "What changed?"
"You can discuss ancient history among yourselves," Aidan interrupted, tucking the Matrix away. "I have work to do."
Both Optimus and Megatron watched him leave with obvious respect, leaving Sentinel staring after him in confusion.
"Who is that human?" he asked.
"Our leader," they replied in unison.
The questions that followed came like a flood—an ancient warrior trying to understand a world that had moved on without him. But Aidan was already gone, returning to his laboratory where the Star Harvester waited for its final transformation.
With Quintessa's scepter now in his possession, he had all the pieces he needed. Soon, he would build a bridge between worlds—and reshape the destiny of two planets forever.
Throw Power stones plz