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    It would not be accurate to say that Alpha Trion could see the future so much as to say that he, every version of him, had written The Covenant of…of Something so many times that he knew the patterns. He was no god, to see all of what was and what was to be as a single moment outside of time; only an archivist. He saw only what he had written and what he had written before.

    So when he wrote Prowl’s name centuries before the mech’s ember had ignited, he noticed. “How did you get then?” he murmured to himself. A rhetorical question; The Covenant would answer eventually.

    When Prowl looked up, through the pages of the Book, and considered the ancient Prime’s question, was the next thing he wrote, unexpected words that were definitely in his handwriting, he nearly jumped out of his plating. "It will be called the Darksaber. It doesn’t exist yet, but time is immaterial to the resonance of such things," the once-tactician finally answered with clarity now rare to him before walking off the paper and into obscurity.

    Shaken, Alpha Trion put down his quill and closed the Book. He needed a drink.

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