//------------------------------// // Chapter 9-Generosity // Story: Transformers: The Requiem // by JDPrime22 //------------------------------// “I’m here!” a cheery, almost song-induced voice announced. The barn doors swung inwards, revealing the gorgeous Rarity. She fabulously made her inside the dusty old barn, cringing at how uncouth and filthy it was. Still, she kept her complaints to herself, especially since her eyes caught him. Optimus Prime was still there. The afternoon sunlight poured down from above, gracing its presence was the Autobot leader. Even though he was rusted and scraped beyond even Rarity’s tastes, the unicorn still could barely grasp his thought. Optimus was real…and he was here. The unicorn closed the door behind her, slowly approaching the Prime and bowing in respect. “Good afternoon, Optimus,” Rarity politely stated, expecting no response. After the bow, Rarity sat down in front of the Autobot, levitating a small cup from her saddlebag as well as a medium-sized pitcher. Laying both items down, Rarity levitated the cover off the pitcher, pouring herself some slightly warm tea. Rarity sighed in content, leveling the cup to her lips and taking a short sip. It was nothing next to perfect. Setting the cup aside, Rarity cleared her throat and stared at the massive Autobot right in front of her. She smiled. “It’s been quite some time, Optimus,” Rarity began. “Much has changed since your…departure…and I’m for certain that you would like to know all that has happened since those dreadful times.” Optimus remained quiet. Rarity wasn’t stupid. She knew of Prime’s fate, she knew that he was gone and nothing on this planet could bring him back. But he was still here, still there friend, and even if he was…dead…that didn’t mean they could still talk to him. Most ponies would think it was strange. Rarity didn’t. In fact, nopony thought it was strange talking to those statues back at Canterlot. How was this any different? It was different because it was the real Optimus Prime. That still didn’t matter to her. If Fluttershy did it…then she would to. Rarity continued her story after taking a quick sip from her tea. “Well, it all started after the Autobots and…Decepticons," she spat out that word, “left this world from your sacrifice. The devastation was horrific. Many…lives were lost,” Rarity struggled on that part, still not recovering from the past, “but Equestria and the rest of the world pulled through. Several weeks went by, until the restoration and rebuilding were complete. Equestria…never truly recovered, however. We still remember our lost loved ones…but…an even greater mark was left.” The unicorn went into vivid detail on how ponies everywhere feared over another alien invasion. Trust in the princesses was at an all-time low, which brought ponies to create different strategies in order to defend their planet in case of an invasion. Advancement in technology sparked the minds of many geniuses across the world, creating defense weaponry that could alter the Equestrian way of life. Princess Celestia marked these weapons too dangerous for ponykind to hold in their possession. Many were destroyed or confiscated…but others survived. Rarity mentioned somewhere along the lines that she read all of this in the morning newspapers a long time ago, so her facts might be a little off. Optimus just sat there. After a moment of awkward silence, Rarity sipped more of her tea and chuckled nervously. Optimus sat there, staring at her with his black windshield. “Anyways,” Rarity continued, “after a short period, something strange happened in Ponyville. I can’t seem to remember what happened, but from what Twilight told me my cutie mark, and ultimately my destiny, was altered. I was given Rainbow Dash’s cutie mark, and her destiny was mine. The same event happened to all of my best friends. We lost sight of who we truly were, and we were miserable doing something that was not meant to remain in our hearts. “However, our troubles were whisked away when Twilight came up with the solution that granted us back our own cutie marks, and our true destines,” she stopped and looked down at the three gems that graced her flank. Rarity smiled and said, “I could never thank Twilight enough for what she did. She is…a true, true friend." The thought of Twilight alone in her castle somehow slipped into Rarity’s mind. Rarity was the first to visit the Alicorn princess. Despite some angry outbreaks, Twilight found herself wrapped in Rarity’s embrace, crying and shedding her broken heart to her friend. Spike was there. Rarity hoped that Spike was comforting her in this hard part of her life. She couldn’t imagine where she would be without Twilight in her life, without any of her friends for that matter. Rarity began to shed little tears. She wiped her eyes with a foreleg, sniffing loudly. Optimus did nothing but sit there. After another moment of silence, Rarity breathed in heavily and began to speak once more. “Well…Twilight got what she deserved. In a moment’s notice, Princess Celestia gave Twilight the biggest wish anypony could ever ask for: She made her a princess.” She reached for her tea cup and took another sip, only to realize that it was empty. Rarity sighed. She levitated all her items back into her saddlebag and slowly stood back up. Rubbing a hoof through her mane, Rarity faced Optimus again and smiled. “Well, I think I’ve wasted enough of your time today,” Rarity bowed in respect to the Autobot leader. “It’s been an honor, sir.” Once she finished bowing, Rarity scrunched up her face adorably and said, “Also, if you don’t mind, Rainbow Dash told me she was going to come and talk to you a little later…just thought you should know.” It didn’t take her more than five seconds to get out of that barn. Still, Rarity stopped at the entrance, looked back one last time at him and sighed with great misery. “Goodbye, Optimus Prime.” Rarity closed the door behind her, leaving Optimus in the darkness.