The last battle...
The smoke from the battlefield rose to encircle the two opponents. One was a massive red mechanism known as Optimus Prime; the other a Grey Giant known as the fierce Decepticon commander Megatron.
They looked into the optics of their opponent as they had done millennia before...century upon century...battle upon battle. But this was it...this was the end.
Prime had fought for millennia...a war of peace. He sought to free the universe from the tyranny he knew without doubt Megatron would force on it. He had lost friends, comrades, and even his own world to the gray-faced opponent before him. Hate however was not in his soul. He hurt Megatron only because he had to be hurt, because he would hurt others.
Megatron narrowed his optics at Prime as he paced around him. His hand moved subconsciously to touch his huge black cannon...the symbol of his power. Megatron knew Prime was weak...unable to see that he wanted to save Cybertron from ever being enslaved...to make them strong and undefeatable...
Both knew that once their ideals could've coexisted...but those days were gone...now this was all that remained...Prime and Megatron...soldiers of their ideals...saviors and demons in one package...
Megatron rose his mighty cannon...Prime set his feet and leveled his rifle...and the battle began.
--The Elf Lord