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It was his first memory. A warm, red light surrounding him. The feeling of being whole. The light faded, but the reassurance did not. 

It never did. Not as he mined energon in the darkness, dreaming of a better future. Not as he fought for his life and his freedom in the gladitorial pits of Kaon. Not as he rallied thousands together in agreement that something needed to change. In his spark, Megatron had always known that he had been created for something different, surely this was it!

So why had the Matrix been denied to him, and granted instead to another?

What had he done wrong?