TransFormers Prime x Dendro Archon reader!

Chapter 1

'I had a very, very long dream...
In it, people were holding hands, dancing in a circle, be they sages or fools, dancers or warriors, puppets or statues of gods...
That dancing circle embodied everything about the universe. Life has always been the end, while it is wisdom that shall be the means.'
-Lesser Lord Kusanali
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1st person: Kusanali's P.O.V
The everlasting flowers I grew in the garden bloomed with spectacular colours like red, blue, yellow and green. I silently twirled a light purple padisarah, this flower was once a local specialty in sumeru, often used as a forging material and ingredients for cooking. I placed the flower to my dendro-made table, I learnt how to craft many things with the help of the remaining aranara I created. I lived near Jasper Nevada, one of the 'entertainment towns', but it seemed like no one haven't found my garden, yet. It was a good thing, however it was getting quite boring. I could only revive dead flowers or learn something new from the books that my aranaras' stole from Memorial High. I scolded them for stealing, yet I wasn't Rex Lapis that could produce money from the tip of his hands. I'm instead Lesser Lord Kusanali, that couldn't do anything for her own nation.

Even though I'm already 1000 years old, I still looked young and I couldn't grow any taller. I never bothered to change my height for a change, since I could only change my form for every 500 years. I don't mind though, at least I can get free candies from the native old ladies that live inside the town.

CRASH

I quickly looked behind me to find a cybertronian tangled in my thorns and flowers. He looked quite angry and had a metal bucket for a head. He swiftly scrutinized his surroundings, until his red white pupils landed on me. I was in for a little surprise, I thought the ancient cybertronians already left for cybertron, since their predacons were left behind. I hummed and strided towards the robot.

"What is a decepticon doing in my garden?" I questioned cheekily out of curiosity with my green archon dress flowing from the distant wind.

"Nothing of your business, human," He angrily stated as he struggled to get out of my vines, his energon was rapidly spilling out from my solid thorns. He tried to release his blade from his left arm to cut through the flowers. My mana was already draining him from squiminshing around to get himself off my dendro flowers.

"Oh my, it seems it sounds like your in a sticky situation," I chuckled lightly, my hands weren't too tired from restraining him to potentially hurting me, "do you need some of my help to remove the liana?"

"I do not need your help to remove the vines and I do not need your pity," He sternly said full of realism.

"I do not offer help from the feeling of pity, instead I offer help from the relatable times many civillians that have been through a situation like yours," I spoke in a calm voice, letting him know that I was serious this time.

Silence was in the air, again.

"What is it that you ask for then, as payment?" He questioned understandedly, while his energon leaked to my vines.

"I ask for poetry," I replied feeling confident in my stomach and cracked my hands from anxiety.

"Poetry it is then," He sighed precariously.

I held my arms and began to take off the latched on plants from his grey body. They easily slid off the armour and all that was left was the energon that exuded from his metalic body. My hands were covered in my dendro magic and once I touched his wound, it only left scars. My hands went from top to bottom to aid his lesions. Once I was done, I waited for him to wake up since he fainted from exhaustion.

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