Ageless.
Timeless.
Angelic.
Terror.
Agony.
Were you to look into the eyes of the ancient Wraith Commander, you would find yourself falling into a whirlwind of emotion and nothingness. You would find yourself staring into the eyes of the beginning of time itself. Such wisdom and raw, brutal power was held within those eyes; Guide was what he had been called, a name based solely on the prowess of his mind.
With one thought, he could have you on the brink of death, begging for an end to your life; but he also had a great capability for kindness, a rare trait for his kind. But it was that kind brutality that had kept the ancient king alive all these millennia.
Todd had been there when the Stargate's had been made. He had seen them planted throughout space. He had witnessed races rise and fall with the tides of war; he had watched as the Ancient's fled from their impending doom at the hands of the Wraith. He had watched the life leave the eyes of those who were unlucky enough to find themselves branded as prey to his people. Even within the hierarchy of his own race, he had seen power shift at alarming rates; he had even been one to experience that quick shift in power.
Todd had been on the brink of losing his own life in one of the many childish wars that seemed to plague the humans of the Pegasus Galaxy; they had used him as tool to gain information from a new enemy. They had starved him, stripped him of his identity and his honor, and made him feed simply for their own gain. Yet he had been on the brink of death, so his choices were limited, and so he had played their game. But all that changed when they brought in the one known as Colonel John Shepherd. In that humans eyes, the ancient Wraith commander saw hope for the first time in the long ages he had been in that cell; for the first time in the long years of darkness, there was a flicker of hope. But first, Guide had to play his part. And so would this human.
And should we meet again?
All bets are off.
The promise he had made with the Colonel when these new Atlanteans had dropped him off before the Stargate. Yet time and time again, that promise was never fulfilled. It was as the Ancient wraith stared up into the sky, finding solace with his own thoughts on a lone planet in Pegasus, that memories of a time long since passed came forward in his mind and brought a rare smile to his face. Many would have run in the opposite direction had they come upon the sight of a smiling, yet the look that crossed the old Wraith's face was not one of malice, but one full of memory; it was an expression that held pain and loss, and one that held the wisdom of a creature who knew what he had to do to survive. He was among the oldest of his kind and his name struck fear in the hearts of many. Legends were spoken of the Wraith who had seen the beginnings of time and had gone to war with the Ancients and lived to tell the tale. Whisperings of his name sent fear rolling down the spine of any being who heard it. But he did not mind. It was that fear and misunderstanding that kept his kind safe; kept his family safe. And as he had told John Shepherd all those years ago:
There is much about a Wraith that you do not know.