Traveller #1

Arrival

     The feeling of natural gravity was unfamiliar. Everything about this place was unfamiliar. The smell of the air, the ground under my feet, the taste of the water. All of it was different, and it was so much better. It was a planet of life, not death like my home from ages before.
I spent years exploring the world, watching the species develop, waiting for a dominant one to emerge above the others. It took millennia before any life form showed a tiny indication of intelligence. And I was ready. I took to nurturing the creatures. I named them "humans". They were small, odd creatures. But they began to change, and even though it took eons, it felt like seconds when I looked upon one that resembled his own humanoid structure.
I watched with held breath as the species began to take control of the environment. I saw them develop tools. I taught them government. I taught them a great many more things. And when they could stand on their own, I faded into legend and myth. Quickly forgotten, but never gone.
     I watched silently through wars, disasters, genocides, and every other scenario. I didn't interefere. Then one day, something happened that changed everything.
     Of all the inventions and discoveries the human race ever made, the most spectacular one I witnessed was the rocket. I did not marvel at its beauty or ingenuity. I had been on a far more advanced ship one billion years ago. No, I looked at it because I knew what it meant. I knew that this was going to change everything. I knew that this meant I may see the others again.
     I still remembered what I'd done to them. They were alone because of me. But it had to be done. I watched as the humans reached ever farther into space as the decades went on. They were close, and I could help them.