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A/N: Terribly sorry if dates are wrong or any other bit of history I decided to throw in. This is my first Star Trek story so any constructive criticism would be absolutely lovely!

Prologue: The Beginning of Fate

Life as I once knew it would never be the same; I knew this as soon as I first saw those soul piercing ice blue eyes. In all of my immortal years I never saw eyes that color nor had I ever met a human being that had affected me the way James Kirk had. He had changed me body and soul forever.

I was of an almost extinct ancient race that had been in existence since the beginning of time. I watched the world change and watched the people evolve. My race referred to ourselves as the Changelings, we would never die but we had the talent to change our appearances. It was this very talent that kept us in hiding and helped to not arouse the suspicions of man-kind.

In the early years of civilizations we couldn't hide our pure beauty nor our advanced minds from them; we were thought to be gods and we were made into gods and goddesses that later formed the Greek, Roman, and Egyptian cultures. I myself was named Aphrodite by the Greeks, Venus by the Romans and Hathor by the Egyptians. My name changed over the years and my appearance changed as I saw fit.

I was more daring than the other Changelings. While they tried to remain obscure after the primitive humans became monotheistic, I dared to make myself some of the most important women of history.

I was Alexander the Great's mother, Olympias, I was King Arthur's darling Guinevere, and I was King Henry the VIII's enchanting Anne Boleyn.

It wasn't until after I almost exposed myself as a Changeling with the risky stunt I pulled as Anne Boleyn that I chose to join the last of my people in a life of obscurity. And quickly the humans around us never expected us to be anything but human.

Death obviously became something we excelled at faking. It was a task we had to repeat countless times then we would create a new face and a new name and start afresh.

Education was a sore subject for women. We were condemned as witches if we knew anything more than the ideals of a perfect wife and I was far too educated for any women of the sixteenth century time period was extremely wary to not be pegged as a witch again.

I was at an even higher risk for I never took a husband besides Alexander and Elizabeth's fathers. To protect myself I often disguised myself as a man and it somehow managed to keep me safe. My race was slowly dying off. There were only three of us left by the eighteen century; all of the others had lost the will to live. Yet I had a sense of a greater purpose, of a change that was bound to come.

My two companions ceased to be no more and I was utterly alone in this wide world. I was the last of an extinct race. My children had already lived and died. All I had left was the knowledge that would forever mark history. I had kept scrolls from the very libraries of Alexandria and I had knowledge that no man could ever match. Being the last of all of the Changelings I assigned myself the title of Keeper of the Ages. I was the only protector to all of history.

I had witnessed many horrors in my life; the horrors that humans created. Their civilization was always very primitive and impulsive. Impulsiveness was a quality I lacked. I always had to have a plan; a new death trick, a new name, and a new face.

Wars raged, lives were lost, and humanity was slowly progressing. I had left the old world for the new. I watched the American Revolution take place and witnessed the birth of a new independent country.

Then in the year of 2067 Star Fleet was established. Technology was finally advanced and space was the new world, but along with the new world came new perils to avoid and new life-forms to study. I joined almost immediately and began collecting the histories of the new species and studying all of the new life forms.

It was in the year of 2230 that I met George and Winona Kirk serving aboard the U.S.S. Kelvin. My life was forever changed the day I met them. Winona and I instantly became friends and I found a part of myself seen in her. An over-whelming sense to protect her and George had engulfed me.

I found that I had finally experienced the human emotion called love. I loved them for the next three years until disaster struck… The Romulans appeared out of no-where and had attacked us. I was with Winona as she was experiencing the pains of childbirth and George was on the bridge as acting Captain.

Under his orders I rushed her to a shuttle and to safety. I could sense that George would not escape death, and he did not but he saved his wife, his child and eight-hundred other people that day.

It was that day March 22, 2233 that I first stared into those piercing ice blue eyes and murmured for the first time the name "James Tiberius Kirk."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Once again please comment and let me know what you think! Any form of criticism is gladly taken and ideas are always welcomed!