Wanderers Of The Stars

They are a people who move through the stars. Never have they visited one planet more than once. Their fleet moves constantly, never stopping for long. Some call them drifters, wanderers, homeless. Part is true, their planet was destroyed thousands of years ago, they’ve come across many inhabited planets that they could have turned into a new home, but they haven’t.

Preferring to wander aimlessly across the galaxy, these people have visited many systems, encountered many beings of different races. They have learned about many cultures and religions. Some say that they are a drifting library, or museum. These people have knowledge of races that no longer exist.

Who are they? No one knows. They are mysterious, and keep to themselves when visiting a planet. Though, a select few will share information of their past and culture. They are not an aggressive people, but perhaps, one could say they are a hurting people. Wanting to return to a home that is no longer there, they’ve been destined to roam the galaxy - and beyond.

I am telling this from an outside view, their troubles. For hundreds of years they have traveled as a huge fleet of ships, staying together in a galaxy of unknowns. That all changed when they came to my planet. Terrans is what they called themselves.

We are a highly adapted race with powerful psychic abilities, and we may have had some influence on the disagreement that struck these people. Mind you, it was never meant. We never wanted to cause them harm. We only wanted to learn about them, as they did us. Maybe I’m just feeling guilty for something that we never did, perhaps it was a conflict that had been steadily growing larger for several generations. Whatever it was, it seemed to grow worse when they encountered us…

There was a girl. I remember seeing her distinctly while I was speaking to an ambassador of their people. She meandered through the courtyard, touching our large pillars as if they were magic and she was pulled to them by a spellbound power. She moved in a daze, held captive. I knew that our structures did no such thing to our own people, and out of concern, sought her out. I wished not to cause these people harm, from my point of view, they were peaceful and good people. I did not want a child of theirs to become injured.

Her name was Celesta, meaning ‘heavenly’ in her language. The grace and power that she seemed to hold in her grasp drew me to her instantaneously. I felt a connection spark between us, an understanding.

She was not of my people, but I believed that she had the abilities that I had. It was not to the same extreme, and hers seemed more mythical, something not of this universe. Still, it reminded me of my people’s power.

It was amazing. Surprising that two races so different, could have something in common.

Her eyes were glazed as she spoke to me, as if she weren’t really there, yet was, all the same. She was wise, beyond her years. I did not know how Terran children matured, but it seemed as if she were too young to know the things she knew.

Celesta expressed a great concern for her people. There was a rift, she said. They were growing apart, splitting in two. Some wanted to break away and settle on a planet. Others wished to explore, continue their aimless wandering. The leaders abolished those who wanted to stray from the group. It was awful, she explained.